EroticReverie

Trent

I'm so fucking stupid, so fucking screwed. God, what the fuck. I should have deleted the pics and videos before the shower, instead of telling myself I'd do it after. But if I'm being honest with myself, I knew I didnt want to delete them. I've never cum so fucking hard before than I did while perving my own fucking sister. I know it's wrong, and I guess that's why i couldnt stop, because the fact it was wrong, made me harder than I've ever been. Knowing that I shouldnt have been watching her, shouldnt have had my hand on my fucking cock and storking it while looking at my sister. 

She'd seen the pics, and watched the fucking video. Which means she heard the thing I said, I couldnt even remember exactly what I'd said, but I know it wasnt fucking anything a sister wants to hear her brother saying, or see him doing while watching her. 

She's seen my cock. That thought registers. Saw it when she walked in here...saw it on the video. Did she think I had a nice dick? Jesus Trent. I yell at myself as I walk to my door, and lock it. Turn back and walk to my bed. 

I sit there on the edge of my bed, head in my hands as I shake my head at what a fucking idiot I was to leave my phone on the counter. To fucking leave god damn evidence of what a fucking sick prick I am. 

Does she like what she saw? If she wasnt your sister, would she want to suck your cock? Would she want it inside her ? 

"fuck!" I yell, as I shake my head, trying to clear away the intrusive thoughts. But they just keep fucking throwing themselves around my mind. 

Her tits. Her ass. 

Her, watching me stroke my dick. 

Her, listening to me say I want to fuck her. 

God, I want to fuck her. 

I want to fuck her hard, and rough. I want to hold her down and ..

SHIT! I growl at myself. 

You want to know what her pussy looks like Trent. 

You want to know what she looks like bent over, what she looks like on her back, legs spread. 

You want to know if she shaves or trims.

You want to know what your sisters cunt tastes like on your tongue, and how it feels on your cock.

I pull at my hair and try to think of anything else asI throw myself back on thebed staring at the ceiling.

Grandmas. Old grandmas. Dentures. Old ladies with liver spots. Old men with liver spots. 

Tiffy. Tiffy naked. Tiffy's tits. Tiffy yelling at you for what you did. Tiffy knowing you got hard for her. Tiffy. Tiffy. Tiffy. 

I groan, my cock raging under the towel, fucking AGAIN.

"Jesus christ" I mutter, ripping the towel open and laying on it as I fist my cock and being to stroke, exhaling as I let my mind focus on my sister. Giving up on my attempt at thinking about anything else. 

"Not my fault you're fuckin hot" I growl through gritted teeth. Angry with her for going through my shit on my phone. Angry with her for storming in here and confronting me. Angry with her for taking her god damn top off on the beach. Angry with her for having such a nice fuckin ass. I groan as my mind flashes to that hot ass bent over as she laid that blanket down, the hot pink bikini bottoms that will be forever burned into my fucking mind. 

I told her to just forget it happened, but could I? Could I forget how fucking hard she made me? How fucking much she made me cum? Twice i'd fucking cum to her. Now , in less than a matter of hours, it was going to be a third as I lay here stroking my dick. 

"Not my fault you took those tits out Tiff" I groan as I stroke my dick. 

"Not my fault your body makes my dick hard" I grunt and fuck my fist, my hips lifting slightly. 

"Not my fault youre such a fucking little snoop and found me jerking it to that hot fucking body of yours" 

"not my fault Tiffy....not my fault babe" 

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I jerked of twice on my bed before i get up and throw my clothes back on. Decided to wear something different than what I was wearing when I violated her with my eyes out on the deck. 

I can hear the music in her room as I walk downstairs to get my phone. 

I look out the sliding glass door, and the sun is hidden now, and the sky is grey and I can hear the roll of thunder in the distance, and rain starts to fall on the deck, turning the dark wood even darker as the rain paints the deck in little splotches slowly, and within seconds it's a downpour and the sky gets even darker, and the wind blows the plants on the deck, rattles the umbrella over the patio table and I watch it wobble, and quickly run outside, getting drenched in the downpour as I close it up , because my mother would tell me to if she were here. 

I run back in the house, closing the door and my clothes are damp and sticking to me, I curse and take off the shirt, flinging it onto the blanket that's on the table. The blanket that Tiffy used on the beach. My nostrils flare as I grow angry. With her. With myself. The only silver fucking lining is that she said she wouldnt tell our parents. So, I guess for that much, I could be grateful. I did not want to have to explain to my parents why the fuck I would record my sister and jerk off to her. 

My phone dings with a message and it's my parents in our family group chat.

I swipe the screen and open it up. 

Mom: "Your father and I are going to stay at a hotel out here. Weather is supposed to be bad until morning. We know your father can't drive well in the rain. Love you both, behave, we'll see you tomorrow. Everything okay there?" 

Another message pops up.

Dad "I drive just fine in the rain. It's your mother who wont LET me drive in the rain. I'm basically better than Nascar. But, your mom is the boss."

I laugh at that. 

"sounds good." I type back. 

Tiffy: "Everything is fine." 

I look at her response. Lying to them. Everything wasn't fine, not even close. 

Mom "Alright, please don't kill each other while we're gone. Call if you need me."

Tiffy. "We will. Love you mom, love you dad." 

Me: "Yeah, love you guys." 

I swipe out of the chat and then look at my home screen and the icons, my eyes going to the photos folder, and I press the little square, my nostrils flaring at the video on the screen, the play button taunting me. 

I wouldnt watch it. 

At least not right now.

I will delete the photos. And the video.

I pull up my email. I attach every picture, and the video.

I'll delete them, after I save them to my email. 

I press send, and then go back the photos. I pinch the screen, zooming in on her tits. I exhale with a small groan.

"God damnit Tiffy" I mutter and then select all the pics, and the video, deleting, then permanently deleting them incase she asks me to prove i "deleted" them. 

I go to open my text string with Tiffy, but dont find her in the recent conversations anywhere. I scroll once, and scroll again. My brows pinching, finding it weird that I know we were texting last night when she asked me to borrow my charger. Which makes me look at my battery and I groan, cause I was at ten percent, and would need to charge my phone soon. Which meant, I'd have to ask her for it back. Or, just not charge my phone, avoid her, and wait till I could find another one , or buy another one. 

But where the fuck are the text messages? I never delete my texts. 

I open up a new text message. 

"Deleted the photos and video. I'm sorry Tiff. I really am. Please don't be mad at me forever." I type back. 

I see that it's read. But no reply comes through and I sigh and set down the phone and start to look in the fridge to make some food. 

I turn on the local news and listen to the weather forecaster saying to expect possible power outages in certain areas along the coast. The winds were picking up and the eye of the storm was going to hit locally within the hour, and then more violent rains and winds were to be expected. 

"great" I mutter. I walk over to my phone and shoother a text.

"Local news says that it's possbile the power might go out. Can you bring me my charger so I can charge my phone incase the power goes out?" I type.

"I'm using it." she replies and I roll my eyes.

"What percent are you at? I'm only at ten." I reply. Because that's how the charger debate is only settled, it's just an unspoken rule, whoever has the lowest battery, is given the charger. Especially when it's THEIR charger. 

"Hmmm, I wonder why it's so low. What were you doing with your phone Trent that would take up it's battery ?"  she asks and I grind my teeth.

"Bring me my charger." I reply. 

"No." she shoots back.

"I'm not kidding Tiff." I taps my thumbs on the screen roughly, punching the send button. 

"I dont negotiate with perverts." she replies and I growl, then storm through the house and up the stairs. I hear her feet run across the floor and hear the lock on her door flick as I hit the steps. 

"Tiff!" I yell as I walk to her door, trying the handle. Locked. 

"Give me my fucking charger!" I yell. 

"Go fuck yourself!" she yells back,and I hear a little squeal as I start to pound on her door. 

"Tiff Im fucking serious! The power might go out and-"

At the fucking moment the lights of the beach house flicker. 

"TIFF!" I yell. 

Then...the lights go out. 

"god damnit!" I say punching the door and then walking back through the house, shaking my hand as I go back downstairs. Shoving the food back into the fridge cause the stove is fucking electric, everything is god damn fucking electric. I take one of my dads beers, and a bag of chips and then go to watch tv. Until I realize Im a fuckign idiot and CANT watch tv. I toss the chips onto the coffee table and twist open the beer and then take a sip.