The Goth pt.2

Author note: I know it has been a while between the first story and now but I hope that this will make up for it. I also noticed that the only person who was lucky enough to get a name in the first one was Ghost; I plan to fix that with this story. I am open to suggestions for story ideas so don’t be afraid to make suggestions in the comments. I accept all comments related to the story and my writing. However please do not put stupid shit trying to get girls/guys to get up with you and exchange naughty photos. Porn was made for a reason so just stop wasting every ones time and go look it up. Now that I have had my chance to rant please, enjoy part two of “The Goth”

Over the next week Ghost had continued to stay with me along with our other friends coming and going. Other then the first night we hadn’t had anymore sexual encounters. A lot of kissing and cuddling but no sexual activities. Which I can’t say I am disappointed, just being around her makes me happy.
Friday morning rolled around, the day my sister was set to return from her second year of college. Our mother had given her the name Sarah however since her freshmen year everyone, including people she didn’t talk to, knew her as Snow. For very simple reasons actually. Her hair was dyed snow white and she loves standing outside in the snow.
I was up by 10 cleaning, Ghost had to go home and get some clothes so I was alone with black veil brides blaring. She had walked in smiling hearing her little brother. Her long white hair spinning wildly as she shuts the door and drops her bag dancing and jumping like she is in the middle of the mosh pit. I some how heard the door shut from up stairs and went to meet her as she came home however I can not go down the steps. I can see her jumping and dancing from the top of the steps and can do nothing but sit on the top step and smoke my Marlboro NXT and watch her. Her small frame moving sent he large breast bouncing in her tight black long sleeve band t-shirt. Her black and red checkered “school girl” skirt flaring giving me a good view of her long stocking covered legs and the underside of her ass. She wasn’t real famous for wearing panties.
After a song of watching her dancing my cock had grown erect. It was one of my only secrets; I wanted to fuck my hot sister in every way possible. Of course I know that wasn’t going to happen. She smiles seeing me and waves before grabbing her bag and heading up stairs. One her way past she kisses the top of my head like she use to do when we were younger. I don’t mind it as much as I use to. Now it tends to give me a good view down her shirts that she usually kept low cut.
While she was in her room unpacking for winter break I went down stairs to the kitchen and ordered us some pizza. I knew she wouldn’t feel like cooking after a long drive and there was a reason I had ordered either pizza or Chinese food for the last week. She comes back down to the kitchen after turning my stereo down to a dull roar. I informed her that I had ordered pizza already and she gave me that smile that just made most men hearts melt. After about an hour of small talk and eating the pizza I ordered we move to the living room to talk and listen to music.
“Well Vladimir I got another story you Might not don’t want from your sister.” That was her way of saying that she knew I was lusting after her and she was going to tell me a story about her and her girlfriend just to tease me.