Chapter 105 Vignette 92
The house was quiet, the kind of quiet that made every creak of the floorboards feel like a shout.
She slipped out of the guest room barefoot, careful not to wake her best friend who was snoring softly under the covers, retired from the fun of the day.
Her throat was dry, her mouth begging for water, and the glow of the moon through the hallway windows guided her steps.
Downstairs, the hum of the fridge was the only sound… until the sound of her heart. She froze.
Someone was already in the kitchen.
A faint shuffle, the clink of a glass against the counter. When she turned the corner, her breath caught.
It was him.
Her best friend’s older brother, shirtless, sweat still glistening on his chest like he had just finished working out. His head lifted, their eyes met, and for a moment neither of them moved.
“Couldn’t sleep?” His voice was low, rough, almost teasing.
She stepped closer.
“Yes. Not with my dry throat,"
She opened the fridge, took out a bottle of water and poured it in a cup.
He nodded and sipped his drink.
He slightly tilted his head to her direction, “Wanna join me here?" He asked,
She hesitated, then dragged a stool and sat beside him.
“You played the game really well today,” she said,
“Of course I did. And you made our team lose with each round you represented us.” He teased.
She covered her face with her palm, giggling. Then she looked up at him, her lips curved in a smile.
"I told y'all I was a dumb ass at that game but you kept on pushing me,"
"Dumb ass?” His brows furrowed, “No, your ass looks great to me. I noticed how it jiggled under those edible looking jersey shorts, each time you jumped to catch the ball,”
She stopped laughing for a second, “Tell me you're joking,"
“What?! Do you mean I should lie to you right now?"
She said nothing. Just looked at him, mouth agape.
“You're so fucking pretty but you don't know it,” he stood up from the stool and walked behind her.
“Hold on, let me show you,”
She looked confused.
He lifted her shirt from behind, the waist band of her sleep shorts was slightly lower than her waist because she was sitting.
Her ass looked rounded and shapeful from behind, full like a watermelon.
He slapped it and she gasped, the sound echoing in the walls of the kitchen.
“Derek, please, stop it, you're my best friend's older brother. Mikaela won't like this,”
“What will she do if she finds out? Hit me, or scold me?” he laughed.
Then stretched forward and grabbed her boobs.
She moaned,
“This isn't right, I should go back to the guest room now,”
“If Mikaela walks down here on us, I'll make sure she watches me fuck you hard.” He said, squeezing tighter. "Now stand up,"
She hesitated, so he lifted her up by himself.
His knuckles grabbed the waist band of her sleep shorts and he dragged it down her thighs.
It fell to the floor and she gasped, her well shaved pussy and big ass exposed.
He made her sit on the stool with her thighs.
Her buttocks and pussy came out on the back of the stool, right in front of him.
He slapped her ass again and slipped one finger to feel her pussy.
“Damn, you're wet already. And your lips feel so fucking soft and edible.”
She moaned. She didn't try to resist or even stand up from the stool.
He pulled down his shorts and his cock slapped his thighs…fat, veiny and long.
She gasped. He held her ass cheeks in his hands, lifting them for express entry inside her pussy.
Then he lowered his cock to reach under her buttocks.
It pressed it against her clit, and she bit her lips to steady herself.
He pushed it inside her, going deeper until almost all his length was inside her.
His hips pressed to her ass as he started slamming his best friend's sister, hitting her deep in her core.
The stool creaked as he fucked her on it, his hips sinking in her ass, slamming, balls hitting under her pussy.
“Don't worry, I can't last long with a pussy as sweet as this.” he said, amidst his breathing, his cock sliding in and out of her pussy.
He reached for her boobs, squeezed it, pinching her nipples.
Her legs nearly gave out but he held her firm on the stool, part of her weight leaning on the counter.
Just then, he pulled out, stroking his cock white his cum spilled on the kitchen floor.
He spanked her ass while she stood up from the chair, face flushed.
She quickly put on her shorts, her lips stuttering. Couldn't look at his eyes, “I'll be in the guest room,” she said shyly, already hurrying upstairs.