“You don’t have some pervert brother I don’t know about, do you?” She joked, half-heartedly.
“Nope. Just my parents and sister. But they left for a camping trip and I’m supposed to drive up there tomorrow morning. What the fuck?”
Taking a look around, I noticed my sister’s shoes were still on the carpet in front of our door. Did she not go with my parents?
“Wait, I think my sister may still be here.”
“But why would she take my clothes?”
“Shit. Whatever, I’d rather she see them than my parents. I’ll bring them to you sometime next week?”
“If you wanted to jerk off to my panties, you could’ve just asked.”
I couldn’t stop myself from laughing at that, but nonetheless I assured her I wasn’t the one who took them. As she opened the door to put an end to our tryst, I grabbed Elena by the back of her neck and pulled her in. Her lips met mine as we kissed passionately, our tongues not afraid to get involved. Though I began to wonder at that moment how she may interpret this. As she walked away and the door shut softly, thoughts started racing through my head.
Should I have told her about who I was actually dreaming about? Does she think we’re a couple now? No. No way. She knows I’m not doing that long-term stuff, I made that clear when we talked about my feelings for Lindsey. I was just lying to keep Lindsey’s interest. Elena knew that. But what if I try to go after Lindsey after what happened tonight, would that hurt Elena’s feelings? Or does she want the same thing that I want?
“Have a fun night?”
My heart almost jumped out of my chest.
“Holy fuck! You scared me, Lyla!” I turned around to find my sister at the top of the stairs, wearing a large t-shirt depicting the Red Hot Chili Peppers’ Californication.
“Oh calm down. If anything, you should be apologizing for waking me up at 4 in the morning.”
“Why are you even home?”
“I wanted to spend some time at Jenna’s house. Figured it would’ve worked out anyways because I could go to the campsite tomorrow with you. Though, I didn’t realize I’d be interrupting.” She teased, smiling as she made her way down the staircase.
“So why’d you take her clothes?”
“To fuck with you. What else are sisters for?” She raised her arms in a ‘I don’t know’ motion.
Technically, Lyla wasn’t my sister by blood. We had adopted her when she was 6 and I was 7. Though looking at our family genetics, it wasn’t easy to deduce. Lyla had black, curly hair with brown eyes like mine, but my hair was more wavy than curly. Her face was also naturally beautiful (Hey I’m good looking too, she’s just on another level) and her body, slender. She still worked out every day but she definitely didn’t need to. If I’m being perfectly honest, my sister was quite attractive. I didn’t like to look at her that way but living with a sister can sometimes create awkward situations. From doing her laundry one time I learned she’s a 34DD, and considering she’s always wearing those Lululemon yoga pants I can tell she’s quite curvy from all the time spent at the gym. Not growing up with her really blurred the lines between seeing her as a sister and a friend. Obviously I still consider her my sister but I sometimes find myself looking at her in a way family members shouldn’t.
“Well, I’d like those back if you don’t mind.”
“Yeah, whatever. Also what was that liquid on the counter?”
“What?”
“I don’t know what it was, but I cleaned it anyway.”
Shit! I forgot about how much of a mess we made before coming upstairs.
“Uhhh, juice!”
“We don’t have any juice, do we?”
“Sh-she brought some herself. One of those small bottles. Must’ve split during…um.”
“Yeah okay, no need to give any more details.” She made the sound of a gag while holding her stomach. “Her clothes are on the floor in my room if you wanna grab them.”
“Is she really that innocent?” I thought to myself.
“Okay, thanks. Have a good night.” I began back up the stairs, hoping I was in the clear.
“Yeah, you too.”
As I made my way into her room and grabbed Elena’s clothes, I noticed a book laying on the nightstand by Lyla’s bed. It took me a second to recognize it as her journal.
“Didn’t she stop doing this shit when she entered high school?” I mumbled. I knew it was an ‘invasion of privacy’ or whatever but if she wanted to be secretive about it, she wouldn’t have left it sitting where anyone could grab it. I attempted to listen for her footsteps. Hearing nothing for a couple of seconds, I assumed she was still in the kitchen and proceeded to open her diary to the latest entries.
“Jenna and I shit-talked Amber… that slut needs to control herself…I’m so happy Jenna’s in my classes, I couldn’t have imagined my first sem of university without her…I couldn’t stop myself from listening…it was his fault for not even trying to keep it down.”
Whoa, what’s this about?
“And her screams. They sounded painful but almost euphoric at the same time. They were in sync with the creaking of his bed. Then that liquid started dripping from between my legs. It’s happened a couple of times now, but this time I couldn’t stop myself from rubbing it. It felt so good!”
Holy shit!
“Hey Aly–” I quickly shut the book, turning to look at Lyla as she peered around her door. “Is that my…my um.”
“Didn’t know you still journalled.” I started. “Let’s take a look.”
I hoped I could convince her I hadn’t already read the entries.
“No! That’s private!”
“Whoa, okay fine. No need to get your panties in a twist!” I instantly regretted uttering that saying, as intrusive thoughts of Lyla posing in her underwear cleaved themselves into my mind. A black bra encased her curvy, voluptuous breasts. They briefly bounced as she spun herself around, divulging the back of her matching lacy panties. They left nothing to the imagination, curving into her thighs and up into her breathtakingly plump, bubble butt. She placed a hand on the side of her leg and let it slide downwards as her body followed suit, bending over until her ass was–.
“Hello?”
“What?”
“You can take the clothes and leave now.”
“Oh, right. Thanks.”
“Uh huh.”
“Goodnight.”
“Night.”
Jesus-fucking-Christ.
What is wrong with me? These thoughts are so, so wrong. Right? I mean she’s my sister. Well, technically she isn’t, but she might as well be. But then again, what were those writings in her diary about? Did she actually get off to Elena and I? This is so fucked.
I had a lot of trouble sleeping that night (or at least the rest of it). The next day Lyla and I woke up early to pack, leaving around midday for the camping trip. I tried to keep the conversation as normal as possible, considering the things I now knew about her. Though, she seemed completely normal, as if there were no issues in the world. No one could have looked at her and thought: “Oh she definitely got off to her brother fucking some girl last night.”. What am I even talking about? God, I’m losing my mind.
Regardless, the trip was a great way to get my mind off of things with Elena. Don’t get me wrong, last night was nothing short of incredible but I needed some time to think things over. Luckily the camp was far enough from civilization that any signal we received was nothing short of lackluster, leading to Elena and I not communing much over the weekend. Though as we set up camp and enjoyed our family time in the wilderness, I’d periodically see Lyla’s cleavage as she bent over to pick up some wood, or a face-full of her ass during a stretch after a workout, or when her tits jiggled as she ran back to the tent during a sudden storm (not to mention her nipples beginning to harden in reaction to the wetness). Having lived with her for so long, these weren’t terribly uncommon moments but I’d usually gloss over them as if they didn’t mean anything to me. But now, my brain was finding itself contested between being uncomfortable and turned on.
We made our way back home Sunday evening, and I could barely contain myself regarding the whole ‘Elena situation’. Once we had made it back closer to the city, my phone finally started picking up a signal.
“Hey. I’m assuming you have no signal since you haven’t texted me all weekend. Can you call me when you get back home?”
Oh man.
Once we arrived and unpacked, I locked myself in my room and took a breath to mentally prepare for whatever Elena was about to say. I rang her and she picked up in only a couple of seconds.
“Hey Elena.”
“Hey, how was your camping trip?”
“Not bad, would’ve been better with you.” Fuck, why did I say that?
“Oh, I’m flattered.” I could tell she was smiling on the other side of the phone.
“So, what did..um..what did you wanna talk about?” I asked, acting completely clueless.
“Friday night obviously.”
“Right.”
“Let me guess, you were nothing short of elated to get away from the city.”
“Uh, why would you say that.”
“Because we both know you didn’t want me to confront you about considering us as a couple.”
Hit it right in the fucking nail. That’s what you get when you’re best friends with Elena. Doesn’t ever miss a beat.
“Um, well…yeah, you’re right.”
“I know.”
“So, what’re you thinking?”
“Well to be completely honest, I know how you operate. And I never would’ve let things escalate without considering how it would affect our relationship.”
“What are you saying, exactly?”
“If you wanna be fuck buddies, I’m down.”
“Whoa, seriously?”
“Don’t make me take back my offer.” She laughed.
“Y-yeah, I’d be cool with that.” I was already rock hard.
“Thought you’d say that. Just two conditions.”
“Hit me.”
“One, we don’t tell anybody.”
“Wasn’t planning to anyway.”
“Two, we’re completely exclusive.”
Oh.
“Um, yeah I think that’s fine with me.”
“You sure? I know you were interested in Lindsey.”
“Well…she isn’t as ‘open minded’ as you, and to be honest you’re more attractive than her anyways.” Yeah, that was a lie. Don’t get me wrong. Elena’s one of the most beautiful girls I’ve ever laid my eyes upon, but there’s something about Lindsey that just sways me towards her. Something almost alluring. She enticed me in ways I didn’t think possible.
“Would it bother you if I still wanted to be friends with her?” I asked.
“Not in the slightest.” She assured.
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