Go Ahead, Keep Going! Pt. 03 - Sex Stories

Go Ahead, Keep Going! Pt. 03

... them off her face and squinted at the stream of cum sticking to the glass. "Ugh! What would I ever tell Mom if she saw cum on my glasses? Now I have to go wash them AND take another shower."

"I'm sorry Allie, it just happened--"

"Klutz!" she hollered, pushing me off. She hopped out of the bed and her galloping footsteps echoed down the hallway. The bathroom door slammed shut.

"Fuck," I breathed. "That was NOT smooth of me."

I pulled my pants back on and shamefully vacated her room. She avoided me the rest of the day.

The Day Everything Changed

It started inconspicuously enough. The sun opened my eyes around 9 AM. I lay in my bed for a while, scrolling my phone, hoping to distract myself from the various feelings of guilt and anxiety coursing through me. I was worried about Alice. My sister's behavior had gotten more erratic lately, that couldn't be denied, and worse yet I'd allowed myself to be pulled along by it. It was like that mousy little shrimp of a girl had a rope around my neck and was progressively tugging me toward the edge of a cliff.

I sat up and tossed my phone to the side. What kind of brother was I, to begin with? Jerking off on her chest. Introducing her to porn. Helping her egg a man's house. It was all my fault, of course. Alice was too innocent to be blamed. She just needed some guidance and direction from her brother, not some kind of Greek incest tragedy. A simple conversation might help.

I put on my pants and headed down the ...

... hallway to my sister's room. The first thing that caught me off-guard was the closed door. She never closed her door, barring exceptional circumstances. I lightly tapped on it with the back of my hand.

"Alice? Are you in there?"

No response. The still quiet of the house unsettled me. She certainly would not have gone out like this. Any time she wanted to venture out into the world she would come to me or Mom for a ride, and Mom was downstairs. My sister wasn't a 'taking walks' kind of person. I tapped on her door again.

"Alice?"

I heard a slight stirring and a low grunt, but no response. My brotherly paranoia began to catch up with me, welling up in my stomach. I figured I might as well just walk in and take a look. Worst case scenario I'd catch her lackin, and my sister was always doing that to me anyway. It would serve her right to get caught with her pants down.

I didn't realize how literal that would turn out to be. I turned the handle, pushed the door open, and was met with a confounding sight. My sister lay in her bed under the covers, surrounded by her platoon of plushies, staring intensely at her iPhone screen. She had one hand under the blankets while the other held the phone up to her face. The light from the screen shone against her features, reflecting in her lenses.

"Uh... Allie?"

She had her headphones on. I heard a faint blast of heavy metal music buzzing from them. But when I spoke up she flinched, shrieked in horror, and tumbled sideways out ...