Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 68913 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 345(@200wpm)___ 276(@250wpm)___ 230(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 68913 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 345(@200wpm)___ 276(@250wpm)___ 230(@300wpm)
But it soon became clear that none of my excuses were making their way to my little sister’s brain. She just got more and more upset, her mismatched eyes going wide with fear.
“Cole, please don’t go! Don’t you leave too,” she begged me. “Please either stay with me or let me stay with you. Don’t leave me alone in this big, empty house!”
“But baby, you don’t want to come to my place! There’s nothing for you there,” I protested.
“You. You’re there.” She looked me in the eyes. “Please, Cole—I don’t want to be alone.”
Well, what could I do? I took her home with me, of course.
And that very first night, it started getting weird.
It began with a gentle tap at my door around midnight. I’d been almost asleep—worn out by all the drama and the heavy load of new responsibilities my father’s death had laid on my shoulders. But when the door opened and Delilah put her head in my door, I found myself a little more awake.
She was wearing an oversized t-shirt to sleep in. It fell to her mid thighs and the thin cotton molded to her curves—which I tried not to notice.
“Yeah, baby? What is it?” I murmured sleepily.
“Cole,” she whispered. “I keep having awful dreams and I’m afraid to go back to sleep. Please—can I stay with you tonight?”
Believe it or not, this wasn’t the first time my little sister had slept in my bed. Not that way—there was never anything inappropriate between us. It was back when she was little and scared and still grieving the death of her blood parents.
She used to creep into my bed on nights when there were thunderstorms—which is a pretty common occurrence in Florida—and snuggle up against me. I’d wake the next morning to find her curled against my side, her head pillowed on my chest and her wild hair spread all over like curly silk.
So I didn’t think anything of it at first when she asked to sleep with me again.
“Sure, Lilah.” I held open the covers for her and beckoned her to join me. “Come on—slide in.”
“Thank you, big brother.” She slid under the covers with me and snuggled up against my side with her head on my chest, just like she used to when she was little.
Only she wasn’t so little anymore.
I was only wearing a pair of pajama bottoms and I couldn’t help feeling how soft her full breasts were, pressed against my bare side. And when she threw a leg over mine, I swore I could feel the heat of her pussy pressed against my hip.
These were definitely not things I should be noticing about my own little sister and I knew it. Especially when she’d come to me so innocently, just looking for comfort. I resolutely put them out of my mind and, after a long time, I was finally able to sleep.
I woke up with Delilah curled against me, just like she used to when she was a scrawny little girl. Seeing her long, curly hair spread over my bare chest reminded me of the old times and I couldn’t help smiling.
I also couldn’t help noticing that my morning wood was really straining against my pajama bottoms. I tried to slip away but Delilah moaned in her sleep and pressed closer to me.
Looking down, I saw that the oversized t-shirt she was wearing had rucked up somehow in the night. It was up to her chest which put the smooth, curving bottoms of her full breasts on display. Not only that, I could see the lacy white panties she was wearing under it. They were little more than a thong and clearly showed her ripe, round ass. Fucking beautiful.
Suddenly my morning wood was a whole fucking lot harder than it had been just a moment ago. I tore my eyes away, trying not to look—trying not to see how sexy my little sister had become.
I got out of the bed in a hurry—this time I didn’t let her little moans stop me—and locked myself in the bathroom. There I did my best to jerk-off while not thinking of my little sister. But it was impossible to get the bottoms of her big breasts and the curve of her juicy ass out of my mind.
I tried so hard to think of the last girl I’d dated, of my favorite porn, of anything else…but it was Delilah I saw in my mind’s eye when I finally shot my load—my own little sister was who I was picturing as I came.
After that, things only got stranger.
At first, I tried to shrug it off. It was a one-time thing—I was under a lot of stress—it was never going to happen again…you name the excuse and I tried to use it on myself. And honestly, things might have been okay…if only Delilah hadn’t insisted on coming to sleep with me again. And again…and again.