EroticReverie

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After laying on the floor together for a few minutes, we get up and he throws his pants on, I throw on his t shirt. He gives me a grin and we both go to the bathroom to clean our selves up. 

We brush our teeth and I was my face. As I’m rinsing my face off I feel his hands on the sides of my thighs where his shirt ends. I giggle.

“Stop, I can’t see” I giggle as his fingers slip up to my waist slowly and he brings his shirt up to my waist. 

As I rinse the last of my face, I wipe my hand over my face and lift my head, but his face isn’t in the mirror, and I feel him spread my ass and I jump slightly as I feel his tongue against me. 

He gives a little laugh and I shut off the running water and then hold my hands flat to the counter and moan as his tongue licks over my, teasing the nerve endings. 

My eyes flutter close and I moan quietly as his tongue pushes lightly against me and into me. I feel my pussy , still wet, grow even wetter. 

“You like that baby?” he asks, mumbling against one of my ass cheeks. I give a little mhm and moan , confirming that I do.

I feel his tongue come back, even more wet,he licks over my hole hard, dragging his tongue. 

I breathe out as I lean forward a little more, my ass pushing back and he groans, his tongue pushing back into my ass. 

“oh my god” I whisper as I breathe, my breaths coming faster as my excitement builds within me.

His tongue keeps wetting me, more and more until he stands. When I open my eyes he’s grinning at me in the mirror, his cock nudging against my ass. 

I can only look at him my mouth partly open as I breathe , and let out a tiny whimper my eye brows pinching together as I feel him push against me, the head of his cock slipping into my ass. 

“oh fuck” I say, feeling my toes push against the floor, my heels leaving the floor, my body trying to get away from letting him push in too far too fast, but his cock follows and when I cant tip toe any higher, his cock slips in more. I like out a tiny yelp and wince as he grabs my hips, his fingers digging into my flesh hard.

“i love watching your face when I fuck you” he says quietly, his cock pushing deeper as he pulls me back. I gasp and my legs shake a little , my hands slipping on the counter.

“you’re so fucking pretty baby” he says and I feel his cock slide out slowly, and then back in a little, making me give a little whimper. He fucks my ass slowly, and not all the way, only letting about half of his cock fuck my ass. I start to pant.

“Work that ass back on me babe” he says and he stops thrusting and lets me push back onto him.

“Fuck” I groan, feeling his cock stretch me wider and wider. He watches me in the mirror as I look at him, my mouth open, panting and both of our faces tightening when I push back all the way and yelp.

“fuck baby!” he groans his hand on my lower back, I watch him look down and I keep fucking him, my ass taking all of him as I keep working his dick.

I feel myself grow hotter and hotter and I moan, listening to the sound of my ass hitting him, feeling him so fucking deep inside me. I slow down, and spit on my fingers, reaching back behind me and pushing my fingers down his cock, trying to lube him up more. He groans, he reaches for the drawer to our side and he fumbles through it as he groans as I keep moving my ass. His hand slips to the back of the drawer and pulls out a tiny bottle of lube. I lick my lips watching him pop the cap and a second later I feel it dripping between my ass. 

“holy shit” he groans and throws the bottle onto the counter and grabs my hips. I moan feeling how more easily he slides in with the lube and I yelp when his grip on my hips has him pulling me back hard on his dick, and driving deep when he thrusts at the same time.

“ow fuck” I whimper as he keeps going, fast now, harder. Making me wince and bite my lips together.

“Fucking hell” he groans and I feel his hands push up my back over his shirt and he grabs my shoulders as he thrusts. He’s looking at me in the mirror, his face snarling as he goes even harder, knocking my hips hard against the bathroom counter.

He pulls out and turns me around and grabs my face and kisses me hard. I moan into his mouth , both of us with our hands on each others faces, then his hands go to my waist , and down under my ass as he lifts me onto the sink. 

As he leans forward, I lean back, his tongue pushing over mine as I pant into his mouth. Standing between my legs he lifts them, he holds them by the back of my thigh as he pushes them up and apart and looks down. My asshole waiting for him, his cock pushing, pushing, and sliding back in. His eyes find mine after he’s inside me and he grins slightly when my mouth falls open, gasping, feeling him fill me again. 

“Talk dirty to me baby....make me cum inside your ass” he groans.

I moan and look at him and bite my lip and look down, watching him thrust into my ass. 

“Fuck my little ass” I whisper as I pant. “I want your cum leaking from my ass while I sleep” 

He groans and goes harder. I yelp loudly and his hand reaches up and covers my mouth, he shushes me as he stops for a second. I grab his hand and pull it. 

“Keep fucking me...don’t fucking stop...destroy your sisters tight little hole” I whimper.

“Fuck” he groans and he pulls out of my ass and then slides back into my pussy.

I gasp, thinking of how fucking dirty it is. I groan and beg him for it. 

“Yessss, fuck my pussy, please, don’t stop....fuck me...yes...like that...harder...harder...please...” I beg feeling my head banging against the mirror with each thrust.

He slides his cock and I whimper and then I jump and cry out as he slams back into my ass. He grabs my legs, his arms wrapped around each one separately as he drives into me. 

“use my holes” I pant. He groans.

“use me” I pant. “treat your sister like a little slut” I moan watching him looking at me. His nose twitches ans his jaw clenches.

“you like fucking my ass?”

“hmm?” I ask and he makes me squeal when he goes faster.

“Fuck!” I cry out. “You’re fucking me so hard” I whine. “hurting my..little..ass” I pant.

He groans loudly as he cums, his hips against me as he lets himself go, exploding inside of me, so fucking deep. I whimper. 

“deep in my fucking ass...yessss...mmm fuck...give it to me...” he grunts and his last thrust comes as he jerks his hips driving the last drops inside of me.

He’s breathing heavy as he slides out, letting my legs fall and he steps back and leans against the wall, the back of his head against it. He closes his eyes. 

“Fuck” he curses and then lifts his head from the wall, looking at me, as I slide off the bathroom sink carefully.

I give a little smile. “My ass hurts now.” I say. 

He gives a little laugh and groans and closes his eyes and then opens them and reaches out, grabbing me behind my neck and pulling me to him. He leans down and I lift my chin and he kisses me. 

“sorry” he mumbles against my lips with a little smile.

“are you though?” I tease.

He smiles. “yes and no” 

“You’re so good to me.” He says his tongue slipping over my lips and parting them, pushing into my mouth. I moan and hold my hands at his waist as he cups my face in both hands.

“I feel like...like I can’t even put into words how it feels to be with you..” he says quietly.

I smile and feel myself blush just a little. 

“I feel the same exact way.” I say.

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When we clean up again, he takes me to my room. He quickly changes my sheets for me and I smile crawling into the freshly made bed. He crawls in beside me and pulls me to his chest. My forearms to his chest. I wrap one arm over his side and hold his back as he kisses my forehead and strokes my hair as he holds me. 

“All I think about is how happy you make me.” he says and kisses the top of my head and tucks his chin on top of it.

I hate to be realistic, I hate to constantly bring up the question of how this will ever work. So I don’t, at least not right now. 

“I’m the happiest I’ve ever been” he continues, his hand sliding over the back of my head.

“It’s crazy” he says. “I know  we shouldn’t be doing what we’re doing...but...I’ve never been so fucking sure of what I want.” he says.

“I can’t stop...no matter what...I’m not going to be able to feel what I feel with you...with anyone else...ever.” he says.  I feel my heart beat faster, I feel it pinch in my chest.  I hold him tighter. 

“I know. Me too” I say.

“I’m so scared.” he says even quieter.

I move my head back from under his chin and look up at him in the dark, with the wave light in my room pulsing over the ceiling.

“Of?” I ask, even though I have a hundred fears of my own as well about us.

“Having to stop...you deciding you don’t want this...scared of how we can live like this...together...what we’ll have to give up if we want to make this work.” he says.

I lift my hand to his face. 

“I’m scared of all of the same things...I wish one of us hand the answers.” I say. and he nudges his nose over my mine.

“Promise me you won’t give up.” he whispers.

“I won’t” I say my eyebrows pinching together.

“Promise me.” his voice cracks slightly. My heart strings pull as I realize he’s on the edge of tears.

I kiss him. Soft. Reassuringly. “I promise” I whisper. 

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After that we’re silent. We hold each other and eventually I fall asleep in his arms. 

When I wake up in the morning. He’s gone from my bed, and when I pull on a pair of my sleep shorts and check the house. He’s gone too. I only find my parents, in the kitchen. 

My mother squeals and jumps from the table. 

“Oh I missed my babies!” she says and kisses my forehead and hugs me. I laugh a little.

“Missed you too mom” I wrap my arms around her and hug her tight. Wondering if she’d still love me even if she knew what was going on. I love them both, so much. My heart hurts, actually hurts when I think of the look that would be on their faces if they ever found out, if we ever told them. I push the thoughts away and hug her tighter.

When I’m done hugging her I go over and hug my dad.

I sit down at the table and ask them about their trip. They tell me about it all. 

Because I checked my phone and didn’t have a message from him telling me where he was. I had to ask them when they brought him up. 

“Where is he?” I try to ask casually ,as if I couldn’t care less.

“Said he was going for to the park, run and then picking up a game.” my dad says.

I nod and then push up from the table. 

“I think I might take a run too.” I say.

“We want to have dinner together tonight” my mom says. “You and your brother can pick the place.”

I nod. “Ok” I say with a smile and kiss her cheek, and my dad’s before going upstairs, throwing on a pair of tight capri work out pants and a sports bra to match. Both are a lilac color. I throw on white socks and my white sneakers. I grab a loose fitting white tank top, where the sides are open and show the sides of my torso and my sports bra. 

I brush my hair and put it up into a high pony and then grab my phone and keys, and get in my car. 

“Where r u?” I text.

I drive to the park anyways. When I get there still no response back so I get out of my car and grab my head phones. 

I plug in my airpods , press shuffle on my playlist and tuck my phone into the little pocket on the leg of my pants. I look around and don’t see his car, but I do see guys he normally plays with on the courts. 

Maybe he went to run somewhere else first and then is coming here? I walk towards the courts, deciding to ask them if he’s already been here. Trevor is there, and he sees me, double takes, then looks away back to the game he’s playing. 

After a few minutes they stop for the other team to make a free throw, and as they line up I shout from the side of the court.

“Did he already leave?” I yell.

Trevor looks at me. “Who?” 

I roll my eyes. “My brother” I say. 

Trevor gives me a look of confusion and shakes his head. “Nah, said he wasnt coming today.” 

My face makes a little frown. Where is he? I turn around and start to walk away , I hear foot steps jogging up behind me. 

“Yo” I hear Trevor say and I turn.

“Yea?” I say looking at him and he’s looking me over.

“I’m sorry about last night. I know I made it really weird.” he says.

I shurg. “It’s fine.”

He nods. “Okay, cool, thanks.” he says and we both stand there in silence for a second.

“you’re looking for him? you dont know where he is?” he asks.

I shrug. “He left early this morning, tried texting him. He didnt answer, probably running, or whatever.” I say.

“Yeah.” he nods. “Well...I gotta go back” he throws a thumb over his shoulder and I nod.

“Trevor! Stop macking it to her and get back over her” one of the guys shots. We both laugh a little and I give a little wave as I turn around.

One of the guys from court cat calls me with a whistle, I throw up my hand and give the finger while walking away, they all laugh as I keep walking without looking back. 

I take my phone out as I get back to my car. I get in and call him. 

No answer. 

I chew my lip. When it goes to his voicemail I hang up. 

I call again. This time leaving a voicemail.

“It’s me. Mom said you were going to the courts. Went there and you’re not there, Trevor says you werent coming today. Where the hell did you? Call me back or text me so I know you’re alright.” I say. I pause. “Love you” I hang up the phone. I look around the parking lot double checking for his car.

I sigh and pull out of the parking spot and drive back home, I decide to drive into the village and stop at one of my favorite little coffee shops to get an iced coffee. 

I almost ram into the car in front of me when I spot him with Stacy outside a donut shop sitting at one of the tables. Both of them leaning over the table on the elbows talking. My heart drops into my stomach. I don’t know what I feel. Anger? Sadness? Betrayal? What the hell are they doing? Why wouldnt either of them tell me they were meeting, unless they were hiding something. I feel tears prick in my eyes and my hands grip the steering wheel, and when the light turns green I pull off onto a side street and park at the curb. I feel my heart race, I start to panic. Wondering what the hell is going on. I hate the feeling in my gut, as if I’m going to be sick. I hate the fact. I’m not worried about Stacy at all, I’m just worried about him. Mad at him. My mind races with a hundred worst case scenarios, and my mind decides to focus on the one that involves them sneaking around behind my back. Fuck each other, laughing at me for thinking he loves me, or she loves me, when they love each other. That they’re sick of catering to me, sick of me getting what I want from both of them, planning to abandon me and be with each other. I actually feel physically ill and open my car door and wretch all over the pavement. Someone across the street makes a noise and when I look up I see a random stranger making a face of disgust.

“you ok?” they call across the street.

“I’m fine, thanks” I say wiping my mouth with the back of my hand and closing my door. I take a drink of water. Trying to calm myself down, my mind not being rational what so ever, not conjuring up any scenario where their meeting could be innocent. I pick up my phone and text him.

“Where are you?” I type.

I wait. No response. 

In true crazy, psycho fashion I pull down the street, and circle the block and end up in a parking spot along the curb where I can just make them out down the street. Parked behind all of the other cars parallel parked along the road. 

I call. 

I see him pick up his phone, look at the screen and show the phone to Stacy, she lets out a little laugh, so does he. My stomach does back flips and somersaults and I start to cry. 

He’s cheating on me. With my ex girlfriend. That I cheated on, with him. I deserve this. I wipe my tears and they keep coming and I cry harder unable to stop them. I put my head against the wheel and give myself quite the big pity party as if I dont deserve every bad thing that comes my way. I stop crying enough to pull out of the spot and drive myself back home. 

Thankfully my parents are out back, and I run straight to my room. I pull out every piece of his clothing I have in my room, that I’ve collected. T shirts, hoodies, sweat pants. I take them all in my arms and go to his room and throw them on his floor and then go back to my room. 

I lock my door. I shut off my phone and I bury myself in my covers, and cry my sorry ass to sleep.