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the sight of my sister, or the feel of her for the matter, or because I didn't want to come so

fast and end this. I think it was the latter though.

I knew that once I finished this, the guilt, embarrassment, and shame would kick in…

So, I wanted to delay it a little.
If I was going to feel guilty for this, I had to make it worthwhile.

She moaned when my tongue made contact with her skin, and my heart about stopped.

I froze in my place to see if I woke her but found that I hadn't.

I was somehow feeling happy that I made her feel good, or that's what I was convincing

myself in order to keep going. I kept telling myself that she indeed felt good because of my

touches on her body.

One moan after another started to escape her beautiful lips, a new one with every new

thing I did to her. Her tits felt amazing in my hands; I wanted to never stop touching them.

I tried my best not to wake her and fondled her tits ever so tenderly, still afraid to wake

her. When her eyes remained closed, I knew she was in a deep sleep and wouldn't wake up. I

turned her on her back and started kissing wherever I could reach with my lips and my

tongue, touching wherever I could touch with my hands and fingers.

Again, I couldn't fight the need to kiss her, but this time I wanted it to be on her most

intimate place. I thought maybe if I did, it would end all of my misery. Maybe I was craving

her so much because of how forbidden touching her in this way was. I thought that maybe

once I touched her, it would be over.

I took off her pink boy-shorts, and I could swear she raised her hips a little, helping me

to get them off of her body. I had no idea that she would be so aroused by it.

Her lips were swelling and glistening with the evidence of her need, and I couldn't

believe I did that to her. I wanted to do more. I trailed light kisses all over her forbidden

heaven and inhaled deeply, taking in her musky and all feminine scent.

A drop of her arousal touched my lips, and the taste made me freeze on the spot. Lily

was moaning and moving a little, forcing my lips to brush slightly deeper.

It was like I went into shock and couldn't take it anymore. I just hunted her heaven with

my tongue, licking it with everything in me, wanting to taste her more and more, to drink

whatever she offered me. I drank her sweet nectar like it was my last drink on earth, slightly

aware of Lily's growing moans.

"Adrian! Oh, my God!" I heard Lily gushing, and some part of me realized that I

couldn't keep going. But the rest of me couldn't allow me to stop.

I hungrily licked her heated core because it was the source of what I wanted to have,

and then flicked my tongue on her little nub of a clit. "Oh, God! What are yo— oh God!" I

heard Lily moaning again as she was trying to ask me what I was doing.

I'm going crazy on the sweet fucking delicious taste of yours, little sister.

"Adria— oh God, you can't d— Oh God!" Her hand gripped my hair, and I thought

she was going to push me away, but instead and to my surprise, she pulled me into her. I

groaned into her heated core, licking her more and more with everything in me.

Fuck! I can't believe this is happening!

"Adrian! Please, Ah, Don— oh, oh, ahh!" She gripped more of my hair. It was painful,

but I didn't care. Her hips jerked and her thighs shook slightly, announcing that she just

came.

I made her come? Holy!

The thought itself made me rub my cock faster into the mattress that I had been

grinding my erection into it all along, and with one last jerk of my hips I came in my boxers

while my mouth was still buried in her heat.

Fuck! Did that just happen?
Oh my fuck!

It all happened in a few moments, less than a minute since the time Lily woke up and

we both came.

Lily sat up, breathless … and not in a good way.

She looked
– scared
.

Fucking shit!

She pulled the sheets to cover her body and gripped them tightly as I sat up on the bed.

She looked like a scared little rabbit. She was shaking!
What did I do?

I stared at her with all the sadness and guilt in the world resting on my shoulders like a

heavy weight.

God! She's scared of me!

Of course she is! She just woke up to her brother molesting her.

Oh my freaking hel ! What do I do?!

Tears started to roll down her cheeks.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

"Lily!" I whispered, reaching a hand to touch her shoulder, trying to calm her a little.

But she flinched away like she was afraid to be touched by a flame.

What did I do?!

"Lily! I'm sorry," I said because I didn't know if there was anything else I could say, and

I reached to touch her again.

"Don't touch me," she said in the smallest voice, a whisper mixed with a sob. I swear I

heard my heart breaking in two.

' Don't touch me, Adrian!" Another cry that was nothing but a hushed whisper.

She gripped the sheets, wrapping them around her lower half, and left the room with

heavy yet fast steps through my bathroom door.

I buried my head in my hands and started to weep like the pathetic motherfucker I am.

The days passed like weeks, the weeks passed like years.

Lily stayed in her room for a long time. She didn't go to school, and she had a constant

fever that never broke except with medications, only to strike back again in no time.

I was so scared, and my parents were really worried about her
–
she looked like hell. She

lost a lot of weight and looked so pale; no one knew what was wrong with her. No one but

me.

Every time I went to her room to see how she was doing, I made sure that Mom or Dad

or one of our friends was with me, so as not to scare her. She always looked away; she never

looked at me, not for a second.

It killed me. I felt like a rapist.

Of all of the people in the whole world, I manage to hurt the one I loved the most.

It didn't make any difference that she came. I got her too horny to be in her right mind

and decide to push me away.

Climax or not… it was as fucked up as it ever could be. I killed her from the inside.

My sweet baby sister.

I knew what should I do to make it right for her. She'd be fine when I no longer

existed… I shou—

Knock. Knock.

The sound of knocking on my bathroom door shrugged me out of my thoughts. Only

one person would ever knock from there.

It couldn't be!

Could it?

I hurried to the bathroom door and opened it, maybe only to prove to myself that it was

an illusion and no one on the other side.

But I was wrong. Lily was standing there, looking so weak and pale, so sick and skinny

with a light shade of darkness under her eyes.

"Adrian, we need to talk."

The last thing I expected to see when I raised my head to look at what was happening to me,

was to find my brother's head … buried between my thighs! "Adrian! Oh, my God!" I

gushed.

It was like he didn't hear me at all, because he didn't stop, he didn't even slow down; on

the contrary, he was moving his tongue faster, and driving me crazy with every meaning

'driving me crazy'
could have.

"Oh, God! What are yo— oh God!" I think I moaned the last part; I couldn't help it. He

touched my clit with his tongue and my eyes rolled to the back of my head. "Adria— oh

God, you can't d— Oh God!" It wasn't right. I tried telling him that he couldn't be doing

this to me, but the feeling of his tongue and what it did to me was overwhelming. Instead, I

kept on moaning, not able to say anything I wanted to say.

Unconsciously, I gripped his hair. He was using more tongue on my entrance, maybe

trying to taste more of my wetness. I didn't know, nor was I going to think about it, not right

then, and I tried to get him to focus on my clit more. My orgasm was building so fast inside

of me and I just wanted to get there.

He groaned into my sex, and it only drove me more insane. My orgasm was so close; I

felt it rushing to hit me so powerfully.

"Adrian! Please, Ah, Don—"
What? Don't do this? Don't stop?
I really didn't know. All I

could do was grip his hair more to force his head and tongue to stay in place. My orgasm

started to hit me in strong waves; it felt as if it would never end.

"Oh, oh, ahh!" At the same time, I heard Adrian moaning, but his moans were muffled

by my sex.
God! This did not just happen!
I stood up like something had just burned me,

breaking our contact. I sat as far away from him as I could on the bed, so my back was

hitting the headboard.

I was panting so hard, or was I not breathing at all?
This did not just happen.
It can't be.
Oh,

my God. Oh, my God. Oh, my God!
My brother didn't just do this to me.
It can't be.
It must be one of my

stupid dreams.
No way my brother did this, there is just no way!
Oh, God! Please let it be a dream. Just a

dream. Please. Please!

The shivers that were escaping my body assured me that I wasn't dreaming, not at all.

Pulling the sheets up to cover myself, I felt my body shaking as I stared into my brother's

eyes.
Please, Adrian, tel me you didn't just do this. Oh, God!

"Lily!" he whispered, reaching for my shoulder with a shaky hand. My body