Chapter 9 Reverse 69
Ayra’s POV
Within seconds, Justin pulled out of my pussy, he placed his cock into his trouser I quickly pulled my dress down.
“Yes I’m in,” Justin uttered. Then we both stood as though we had not been fucking few seconds ago.
Two guys walked, “Mike here will be the one to replace you, and the sergeant is waiting at the car.” The other guy with short hair said.
However I clamped my hand together when I noticed the other guys glance at me. “Pardon my manners, you must be Ayra right?” The other guy said offering a handshake.
I nodded, “Yes, I'm Ayra, his sister.” I said. Which made him nodded with a smile. Then he walked out.
For a brief moment my gaze caught the eyes of the Mike guy, we passed a meaningful stare. He definitely knew I was screwing my brother.
I smiled at him, while he just raised an eyebrow and walked out with the other guy.
“That was close.” Justin said.
“I know right, but are you leaving right now?” I asked, staring at him as he packed his luggages.
“Yes, I have to leave, I knew the incident that happened yesterday would lead to this anyways.” he said as he straightened his shirt.
My shoulder slumped, my pussy still ached. I didn't even cum yet, but I had to put my selfish interest away.
“Okay,” I whispered as I hugged him.
“We will see soon, you don't have to feel sad.” Justin murmured as he rubbed my back.
“I know,” I uttered.
“You can have a lot of fun behind me for now.” he said, making me pull away. I frowned. What kind of fun is he referring to, well if it's about fucking other people.
Wait, will I really fuck another? Even that question I don't think I can answer.
“Rest assured I promise to completely wreck your tiny pussy when next I see you.” Justin whispered in my ear.
My body jolted, I was about to say something when he beat me to it, “I have to go now.” Justin said as he dragged his luggages out of the tent.
I stood watching as he walked away, I would have escorted him, but I knew better than to do that. Leaving the camp is highly prohibited.
I sighed as I walked to my medical center and straight to my room.
I arranged the scattered room, discarding my clothes I texted Justin before going into the restroom.
Immediately I stepped out of the shower the sound of my phone ringing made me pause. A smile broke through my face when I realized who was calling.
“Hey, Bianca,” I said, placing my phone on the desk as I got dressed.
“You won't believe what I saw today Ayra.” Bianca said in an annoyed voice.
“Don’t tell me it's James.” I said as I pulled my hair into a messy bun.
“Wait, how did you know? Well that doesn't matter because I'm about to go to his house and rip his head off.” Bianca lamented across the phone.
I sighed, I can't remember how many times Bianca had fought with her ex boyfriend but would still end up in his bed in one way or the other.
“Can’t you see he is trying to get you to come to his house and screw you?!” I asked the obvious.
But the typical Bianca, “This is a different case Ayra, he is literally with my dog right now, and this time I won't take it lightly with him.” She said,
I sat on the bed placing the phone in my ear, “I mean how dare him, he must think he is all that. But he isn't even up to my finger.” Bianca kept ranting on the phone.
I massage my temples, I don't even know what to say, I knew she's going there angry and coming back with her pussy fucked. I still don't get why they have to make things complicated for themselves.
“It's better to get together with him, Bianca.” I suggested.
“No, never, I can't get together with that egoist man! Never!” Bianca said sharply. I shook my head, my opinion doesn't matter anyway.
“I have to sleep Bianca, I had a long day today, why don't we talk tomorrow.” I said as I climbed my bed.
The other end of the phone was silent and the next I heard was the sound of kissing.
I scoffed when I realized what was happening. I hung up the call instantly.
I placed my phone at the side of my bed. Staring at the ceiling until my mind wandered to Justin.
I checked the text I sent to him earlier, but still no response. I sighed as I squeezed my thigh together.
My hand settled on my boobs as I massaged it softly, the thought of how I well Justin had fucked me made my body feel hot again.
Before I knew it I discarded all the clothes I was putting on. I browsed through my phone. Going into the porn website I saw a video of step brother and sisters.
A sneaky sex of the boy in the kitchen and the girl fucking without the mother awareness.
My breath raged as I found my clits massaging it softly, “Umm..” I moaned in a low voice as I stared fingering my dripping cunt.
The sex got hotter as the girl tried desperately to hold herself from moaning and with the way her body was twitching it's obvious she was close.
My brain couldn't focus on the porn anymore the memories of Justin fucking me like a slut clouded my mind.
“Hmmm, haaa” I moaned, fingering myself faster. I was on the verge of cumming when I heard a loud knock on my door.
I wanted to avoid it, but it came again, making me curse as I put on my bathrobe and yanked the door open.
My eyes widened on seeing the person who was at my door, I mean what the hell is he doing here?