I looked at her pleadingly. Who knows whether I was begging her to stop or to finish me off… Suddenly my jaw fell open and I felt my climax swirling up. Bisi didn’t let up, and the first spray of cum shot out of me and into my boxers. I clamped my mouth shut and did my best to stifle a groan. She kept tugging at the base of my cock, squeezing me as it pulsed with each new spurt into my clothes.
Shutting my eyes in ecstasy and embarrassment, I felt myself soak my underwear, cum trickling down my thigh. When it was all over, Bisi invisibly removed her hand from my lap and left me alone. I sat there in between both girls, completely humiliated. I just let my girlfriend’s little sister jack me off… right fucking next to her.
And I’ll be damned if it wasn’t one of the best orgasms I’ve had.
After the movie was over, Eniola was the first to get up off the couch. My heart had been racing a mile a minute, praying that she didn’t know what had happened… and that she wouldn’t find out. I made damn sure my hands stayed in my lap, forcing the blanket on me so she wouldn’t notice my, um, guilt. She took the empty popcorn dish into the kitchen and no sooner was she out of sight that I leaped off the couch and shot into our bedroom.
I grabbed a clean pair of boxers and a pair of shorts and changed as fast as I could. I stuffed my still-damp clothes in the handbasket (underneath everything else), and took a deep breath. Not wanting to hide and seem suspicious, I went back out and tried to act casual. Eniola saw me and asked why I changed.
“I dunno, I guess after being under the blanket all that time, I felt too warm.”
“Hmm, you’re picky tonight! First too cold, now too hot,” she commented.
“Yeah, I’m uh- hard to please,” I tried to joke.
“No kidding!” Bisi teased.
I glanced over at her and she gave me a short smile, replaced by one of unaware innocence. She was standing up from the seat now and reached one arm over her shoulder to scratch her back. It pulled the fabric of her top in a way that revealed half of her abdomen; exposing her skin along one side of her stomach. I delighted in the sight, admiring the smooth contour of a young body that still had an enticing curve indenting before her hip.
She quit her stretch and casually fixed the material to cover herself back up. I looked back up at her face and saw her conscious stare; her mouth cocked to one side, lips slightly curled to say, ‘Like what you saw?’
Thankfully Eniola had her back to us, looking in a cabinet, and hadn’t noticed the exchange. Not having the emotional wherewithal to deal with the situation any longer, I found some excuse to go to bed. “Maybe I should sleep early. Make sure I’m not coming down with anything.”
It worked well enough, and I eluded any additional “confrontation” for the night. Part of me was wracked with guilt as I laid there in bed. I couldn’t believe I allowed it all to happen. I tried to keep convincing myself I was the victim; that I was somehow protecting Eniola from knowing the truth about her sister… But inside I knew that was bullshit.
When my girlfriend finally came to bed, I had to make the effort to roll away from her, just to make sure she wouldn’t accidentally run along my newest Bisi-inspired hard-on. God, I already want more…
The next morning, not needing to go into work, I intentionally slept in as late as I could. Not because I was so tired, but because I was too uneasy to venture out of the safety of my bedroom. Eniola had already gone to work, and I had no idea what Bisi was up to. I knew I had to confront her and somehow mitigate the events of last night, but I wasn’t so sure about my resolve.
Maybe if I could stop thinking about her for ten seconds… I don’t know. I think the worst part of it was the more I replayed Bisi’s handjob, the more ‘wrong’ I realized it was. And that was turning me on even more. In the shower, I reluctantly broke down and allowed myself to masturbate to her hot body. The naughtier my imagination became, the closer I brought myself to orgasm. Words flashed in my head: young, little sister, slut, university, cheat…
I finally came to that last word. I was horrified that it seemed to turn me on the most. I hadn’t cheated, had I? As my body relaxed and I regained some composure, I tried to steel myself against a wave of guilt. That was it. Whatever happened was not going to happen again; I wasn’t willing to go down that path any further. Whether it was out of some sense of honor, or out of the fear of the depravities that I would sink to, I didn’t think about it.
After getting myself ready for the day, I finally left the room and went to the kitchen. My sense of empowerment and determination was shaken the moment I saw her. Bisi was standing away from me, looking out a window with a cereal bowl in one hand. She was only wearing a tiny pair of panties and a thin white tee-shirt. My heartbeat sped up when I looked at that perfect ass, barely hidden but perfectly outlined in her underwear. I was immediately reminded of her shorts the previous night as I trailed my eyes down the back of her naked thighs…
“Well good morning, sleepyhead! And here I thought I was supposed to be the lazy one!” she spun around and smiled at me teasingly. The fabric of her shirt was almost see-through. Oh, wow… It was where it clung mercilessly tight around her breasts. She wasn’t wearing anything underneath. I could see the full shape of her perky breasts; her nipples visibly pressing against the fabric.
“Uh- morning,” I flatly replied, tearing my eyes away from her body. Don’t give her the satisfaction of showing off her body…
I grabbed a bowl out of a drawer, trying to run my normal routine. “Huh?” I replied thoughtlessly.
“Well, you went to bed early, remember?” she said knowingly.
“Oh, yeah- uh, think I just needed some rest,” I croaked. Where the fuck is the cornflakes? I searched through the cupboard, distraught.
I heard Bisi shake a box and turned to see she had moved right up next to me. She had put her dishes down and held the cereal in one hand, waving it back and forth a little bit. I tightened my lips and moved to take it, but she deftly ignored my action and started pouring it into my bowl for me.
Without looking at me, she nearly purred, “Rest, huh? I thought you seemed a little, umm, on edge during the movie… Like the last thing you needed was sleep!“
My blood started to boil (and not just from anger). Don’t play this game with her! “Uh, look Bisi… That was- that was a mistake…”
She stopped pouring the cereal and looked at me inquisitively. “Watching the movie…?”
Bitch! “No, not- Come on, don’t play stupid with me!”
Her jaw dropped open and she glared at me unbelievably. Then she lowered her eyes and slowly closed her lips. Thoughtfully, she pouted, “I am only twenty…”
I shut my eyes and took a slow breath. Ignore her; don’t let her get to you… “Look,” I did my best to sound stern, opening my eyes again, “What happened last night, uh… It- nothing like that is going- um, going to happen again.”
“Hmm… Why not?” She casually rested one of her hands on my hip.
My body jumped at the sudden touch and I reeled at her change in behavior.
“W-what do you me-… Because I don’t want it to!” I stammered, taking a step back and pushing her hand away.
“Ummm…” she rolled her eyes sarcastically, “I’m pretty sure it wouldn’t have, uh, worked unless you wanted it…”
My mouth mechanically opened and closed. I fumed, not being able to think of a quick reply. I just bored my eyes into hers. At least I’m not checking out her body… Her tight shirt around her chest… Showing off for me…
She softened into a crafty smile, “I think you might just want it again…”
*Don’t* get hard. “F-for fuck’s sake! I’m dating your sister!”
“Oh! Is that what this is about?” she almost giggled. “You don’t think I’d, like, tell her, do you?”
“What!?” I croaked. She has a point… “I don’t- You need to just drop it!”
“Um, I don’t think you mean that,” she smiled at my crotch.
Oh god… “L-look… If you’re gonna stay here for uh- a week… Then you need to- to just knock it off…”
She nonchalantly brought the cereal bowl over to the table, swaying her hips a little bit with each light step she took. “Uh oh! I’m not upsetting the man of the house, am I?”
“God! Just cut it out!” I nearly growled.
“Ooh… I’m sorry, sir,” she changed her voice to sound like a young girl. “Wanna be my daddy and… spank me?”
Standing over one of the chairs by the table, she put her palms on the wood and bent over, pushing her ass out to me.
Holy… “You’ve got to… be uh, kidding me…” I muttered in both annoyance and surprise.
She brought a hand off the table and ran it down her side until it rested on her butt. Her palm rubbed around in little circles, drawing all my attention to it. “No… If you’re so mad then why don’t you do something about it…?”
I stood there for a few moments, completely disbelieving. Part of me was furious, but I was dimly aware that the rest of me was hopelessly turned on. Maybe I *should* just spank her… I reached a hand around and rubbed the back of my neck; I realized my palm was slightly sweaty.
“C’mon,” she interrupted me, giving herself a light pat on the ass, “I know you’re thinking about it…” She leaned over the table further, making her look even more tempting.
I’ll tell you, part of me was screaming to just give it to this little tease. But I was damned if I wasn’t giving it my all to resist her… whatever the fuck she was doing. The problem was that she just looked so hot!
“You uh… Got a-another thing coming if, uh… You think this is gonna, um- work,” I tried to sound as condescending as I could. I walked out of the kitchen and tried to blow her off.
“Awwn…” she called after me, “What about your breakfast?”
“Not hungry,” I replied, not looking behind me. I grabbed my shoes by the front door and shoved them on.
“You’re gonna just take off?” She came out of the kitchen and had her arms folded across her stomach, accentuating the swell of her visible breasts through the shirt.
“But I’ll be all by myself!” she warned.
“Try to, uh, stay out of trouble,” I rolled my eyes.
“That’s no fun,” she tried, smiling at me. I don’t want fun. Just leave, man!
“You’ll cope,” I offered as I swung the door open. She tried to call something else out to me, but I let the door slam shut behind me. I wasted no time getting to my car and pulling out of the apartment.
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