Oh my slut

Disclaimer:

This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, places, and incidents either are the products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales, organizations, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. No characters are under the age of 18.

“Please close the window, Anna, I’m going to catch a cold”

I grimaced at my sister Ashley. It was the month of June, and it was very humid and unbearably hot. The only way I could survive a 9 hour long bus journey with my occasional feats of carsickness was if I sat next to the window and held it wide open.

“Please put on a scarf over your nose, Ash.” I pleaded with her. She sighed in reply.

As soon a the bus gained speed, Ashley ‘s head dropped to one side. I smiled at her fondly. She could be a little annoying at times, but she was my only sister. And I loved her.

I reached out and adjusted the scarf around her head. My eyes wandered to the deep V-neck of her sweater and I breathed in loudly. The slope of her plump, soft breasts were very clearly visible. I felt guilty for snooping, and even more for fantasizing about touching them, feeling them, biting them..

Dammit. I was getting wet staring at my sister. This was wrong on so many levels. Plus, Ashley wasn’t even interested in girls. I mean. she had a boyfriend. I wondered if they had sex.

I took out my phone and my earphones, and reduced the brightness and the sound and began to watch a threesome hardcore porn clip. I imagined Ash in the place of the hot brunette gasping and moaning as a big, fat cock thumped in and out of her.

With my left hand, I reached inside my skirt and rubbed my clit. To keep myself from making any sound, I bit my lower lip. In a few minutes, I was done.

Before turning my phone off, I stared at my wallpaper.