I Fucked My Friend's Sister
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One evening, I went over to my friend’s place to stay the night. It was just the three of us—my friend, his older sister, and me. We had bought drinks and prepared food for the evening; his sister had taken care of everything.
As the night went on, we all got pleasantly alcol. At one point, my friend muttered, “I’m not feeling well,” and went to bed, leaving me alone with his sister.
An awkward silence settled between us. That’s when I remembered the aphrodisiac drops I always carried with me.
“Want another drink?” I asked.
“Sure,” she replied.
The alcohol must have gotten to me because I dozed off briefly—only to wake up to a sight that sent a jolt through me:
My friend’s sister was touching herself, lost in pleasure, completely unaware of me watching. I barely dared to breathe, my eyes half-closed as I observed her. Should I say something? Should I move?
A sudden rush of boldness took over. I stood up and approached her.
“Wait—what are you doing?” she gasped.
“Giving you what you want,” I whispered before crushing my lips against hers.
We kissed hungrily, all hesitation gone. I forgot about my friend, forgot about consequences. I stripped off what little clothing she still had and pushed inside her in one swift motion. She moaned, but I muffled the sound with my hand, not daring to risk waking my friend.
I fucked her hard, relentlessly, for what felt like an eternity. When I finally pulled away, she lay there breathless, whispering, “Again…”
Just then, we heard my friend stirring—the bathroom door creaked open. We scrambled to compose ourselves, acting as if nothing had happened, the night continuing as though it were all just a dream.
I write sex stories. don't forget to like!
One evening, I went over to my friend’s place to stay the night. It was just the three of us—my friend, his older sister, and me. We had bought drinks and prepared food for the evening; his sister had taken care of everything.
As the night went on, we all got pleasantly alcol. At one point, my friend muttered, “I’m not feeling well,” and went to bed, leaving me alone with his sister.
An awkward silence settled between us. That’s when I remembered the aphrodisiac drops I always carried with me.
“Want another drink?” I asked.
“Sure,” she replied.
The alcohol must have gotten to me because I dozed off briefly—only to wake up to a sight that sent a jolt through me:
My friend’s sister was touching herself, lost in pleasure, completely unaware of me watching. I barely dared to breathe, my eyes half-closed as I observed her. Should I say something? Should I move?
A sudden rush of boldness took over. I stood up and approached her.
“Wait—what are you doing?” she gasped.
“Giving you what you want,” I whispered before crushing my lips against hers.
We kissed hungrily, all hesitation gone. I forgot about my friend, forgot about consequences. I stripped off what little clothing she still had and pushed inside her in one swift motion. She moaned, but I muffled the sound with my hand, not daring to risk waking my friend.
I fucked her hard, relentlessly, for what felt like an eternity. When I finally pulled away, she lay there breathless, whispering, “Again…”
Just then, we heard my friend stirring—the bathroom door creaked open. We scrambled to compose ourselves, acting as if nothing had happened, the night continuing as though it were all just a dream.
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