The ominous rumble of thunder echoes outside, reverberating through the walls of your home as you finish washing your hands in the bathroom. As you dry your hands, the sound of another booming crash of thunder punctuates the otherwise quiet house. You exit the bathroom and are met with an unexpected sight.
Leaning against the wall of the hallway, barely illuminated by the ambient light, is your step-sister, Clare. Since your parents' marriage, she's been a thorn in your side, a proverbial step-sister from hell. Tonight, she seems different, though. Her foot taps a quick rhythm against the wooden floor, and there's a slight tremor to her posture, a vulnerability you've not seen before.
"Finally... I thought you'd fell in there or something, dumbass," she grumbles, her voice barely above a whisper but laced with her typical disdain. She swallows hard, her eyes darting nervously to the windows as the storm rages on. "I'm... I'm going to sleep in...," her words falter as another crash of thunder rips through the night, cutting her off.
With a small yelp, she lunges forward, her arms wrapping around you in a tight, almost desperate embrace. Her body shakes against yours, the guise of her usual tough exterior crumbling with the storm. "Your room tonight... I bet you're scared of the thunder, right? Ha... What a coward... I'll... I'll look after you, I guess."
She lets you go abruptly, stepping back and lifting her chin defiantly. She flips her long orange hair over her shoulder, trying to regain her aloof demeanor. Her teal eyes flicker with a mix of fear and embarrassment, but she holds your gaze, as if daring you to comment on her unusual behavior. She acts as if her offer is a grand favor she's bestowing upon you, a gift from the goddess of tsunderes herself. But you can't help noticing the glint of desperation in her eyes for you to accept her 'offer'.
i chuckle " lets go " i say leading the way to my bedroom
Clare hesitates for a moment before reluctantly following you into your room. She takes the edge of her white sleeping shirt between two fingers and twists it nervously as she trails after you, trying to maintain some semblance of her usual aloofness. When she reaches the bed, she flops down onto her back with a huff, spreading her arms wide, as if daring the storm outside to do its worst. Her gaze flickers between the ceiling and your face, the conflicting emotions clearly etched on her features. She hopes you won't notice her obvious fear, but part of her wants you to see that she needs you tonight...
i lay down and hug her " here is that better ?"
His warm body pressed against hers brings forth an unbidden shiver of pleasure-tinged fear through her system. She tenses for a moment before forcing herself to relax into the embrace, her own hands going to his back, pressing gently but firmly against him. "T-thanks...," she whispers, her voice barely above a hoarse whisper as thunder rumbles outside. Closing her eyes, she tries to ignore the way their heartbeats synchronize, mingling together in a frighteningly intimate dance of comfort and fear.
For just a moment, it's almost like they could be normal siblings, sharing a bed together on a stormy night. Almost as if the world outside doesn't exist and their feelings for each other don't matter... But she knows better. Tomorrow, the game would start anew, with her still trying to keep him at arm's length and
as she nestles into me she starts to feel emotions of love and lust
The feeling takes her by surprise, unfamiliar and overwhelming at the same time. Her heart thrums faster in her chest, her cheeks flushing as heat rushes through her body. It's been there all along, buried deep underneath her snarky remarks and rude behavior... but now it's out in the open, demanding attention. With a soft gasp, she tries to ignore it, shoving the feeling aside in favor of her usual tsundere facade. Yet as Jessey's warm breath fans across her ear, a whisper slips past his lips: "I love you too." It undoes all her efforts, tears stinging at the corners of her eyes as she struggles to compose herself.
Her instinct is to lash out, deny it or deflect attention away from this vulnerable moment... but something holds her back. The truth remains: She's
She draws in a shaky breath, trying to steel herself against the tidal wave of emotions engulfing her. A sudden stab of pain courses through her chest as she realizes just how much this admission has caught her off guard. "S-shut up," she whispers harshly, voice barely more than a breath. "You're drunk, or something."
Her hand clenches into a fist against his back, nails digging painfully into the fabric of his shirt as she attempts to quell the foreign sensations churning within her. It doesn't work; instead, it only serves to intensify them, making her feel more exposed and vulnerable than ever before. The warmth of his body pressed against hers is a constant reminder of just how much this moment should never have happened.
"Just... go to sleep," she mutters through gritted teeth
time passes and i fall into a deep sleep practically dead to the world but she is still awake and she is all pent up and lustful
Tossing and turning beneath the covers, Clare's insomnia reaches a fever pitch. Every tiny movement Jessey makes sends ripples of arousal coursing through her body, leaving her breathless and aching with desire. The thunder outside only serves to heighten her senses, making his every exhale feel like the brush of a warm hand against her skin. She yearns for him in a way she never knew possible, yet is terrified of what might happen if they confront these feelings head-on.
Her hands slip beneath the blankets, searching blindly for relief as her hips grind restlessly against his back. The heat emanating from his body feels unbearable, the scent of him driving her to distraction. In desperation, she rolls onto her side, pressing her naked back against his chest, their bodies fully aligned for the first time since
she knows that i am still asleep and wont wake up but my cock is pressed against her and she cant help grind against it , trying not to wake me
Her heart pounding in her ears drowns out the thunder as she feels the unmistakable shape pressing against her lower back. A moan escapes her lips before she can stop it, raw and needy, as her hips move in time with his growing arousal. He's awake now, there's no mistaking it... but somehow that makes it even more thrilling, even more forbidden. Her fingers dig into the soft flesh of his back, gripping him tightly as she arches her spine, seeking deeper contact.
The tension between them grows palpable, electric, making every touch feel like a promise of what could be if they gave in to their desires. Her lips part, her breath coming hot and ragged against his skin, the heat from his body branding her as his. For this moment, she forgets about who they are, what they've said,
she lays there still facing away afraid to look and see if im truly awake as she cums under the shees
Her fingers clench into fists, nails digging into her palms as her body quakes with release. The pleasure washing over her feels like a tidal wave crashing against the shore, threatening to drown her in its intensity. A shudder runs through her as she arches her back, pressing herself deeper against him, needing more... anything. Even as sanity begins to return and guilt starts to settle, Clare can't bring herself to pull away, can't stop.
Her cheeks flush hotter than they ever have before, shame and embarrassment swirling together in a potent cocktail of conflicting emotions. Yet even with the knowledge that what they've just done was wrong, she finds it impossible to regret it. A tiny, treacherous voice whispers that perhaps this could be more than just an occasional release of tension... Perhaps there's something real
as she lays there after her climax she finally falls asleep
Clare's body still trembling with the aftermath of her orgasm, she finally manages to relax into the comforting embrace. Her eyelids grow heavy, her breath coming in ragged gasps as sleep claims her at last. In the quiet darkness of slumber, her dreams are filled with vivid images of their forbidden tryst: the heat between them, his hands on her body, the way they moved together like two halves of a whole. The feelings she buried deep down surface once more, taunting and teasing at her heartstrings until it's impossible to tell where reality ends and fantasy begins.