"Wow...That's big news..." I said, as Alanah sat beside me clutching her small purse in her manicured hands. Her painted nails softly scraped the fake leather as her puffy lips quivered softly. She nodded and frowned, I could tell she wanted to smile, but the situation we were in was one she did not want to lose.
"Yeah...I'm gonna be a model for one of the biggest modelling agencies in the world..."
"...Have they told you what kind of modelling?" I asked, hoping it was none of the sexual kind. Recently I had become rather protective of my older sister, as the thought of her with other men gave me all sorts of confusing negative emotions that I made sure not to show the fiery goddess that sat beside me.
"Yeah, I've been going out to their branch over the other side of the city...They've been testing me in all sorts of their different areas. I did sports clothes, bikini's, lingerie...They really liked me in lingerie." She giggled and showed that dimpled smile, that smug, yet hot grin that I always wanted to see. What I was feeling wasn't love, but Alanah was special; this connection we had with each other being step siblings with a mutual attraction to each other's bodies...There would always be this sexual tension between us, for the rest of our lives.
She listed off other things she did, and the more she listed the more I was happy for her, when she spoke, she seemed excited, and went into detail on most of her days she spent away how the women behind the camera all said they loved her.
After a while I cut her off, placing a hand on her legging coated knee. She rose a brow to me and let her lips rest into a soft pout. "So, they want you to move away? To their main offices?"
She paused, and nodded softly. "Yeah...That's the downside bro. I have to move away." Our hearts sank in perfect synchronisation, and the air of the room dipped to the mourning of our taboo love affair. "I don't want you to move away from your studies babe, it's something I want, but I think its selfish of me to uproot an eighteen-year-old guy's life just so I can have sex with him."
She was right of course. As much as I would have done so if she asked, the logical thing to do was to separate. I rubbed my forehead defeatedly, and a moment later I felt her soft touch on my chin, my step-sister pulled my face to face hers. I blushed when I saw the warmth upon her gorgeous face.
"I want to say something. Before I got to...Experience you, I was a deadbeat bitch who had no aspirations of what to do with her life who just lived off her parent's riches. I was cold, bored, and just fucked any meathead that gave me a passing look. I want to say that without you and that sexy photoshoot we did together I wouldn't have ever been spotted by that talent scout and would have never had the chance for a successful career. And without that fucking massive cock I would still probably be an empty woman who took hunky men home with me to just feel a little desired for a night before going back to my stuck-up princess."
As she spoke in her soft voice, I could feel arousal grow within me, her hand on my chin stoked down my neck, and my shirt, toward my crotch before she settled on the heavy bulge under my sweatpants.
"Are you talking to me or my cock?"
She giggled, combing her hair behind her ear, and she pushed herself forward, smoky eyed and softly licking her lips as she made her way to kiss me. "Both." she stopped for a moment, mere inches away from my lips; so close that I could feel her horny breath on me. We lingered there, tantalisingly close before I felt her touch my hand.
Alanah slithered her fingers through mine and softly she tugged, pulling me and signalling me to get up. I was confused at first, wondering why she was urging me to stand; it had been a long conversation, and before that an even longer fucking session with Claire. Even though that time the black-haired freak and I shared was already stimulating my already returning libido. I stood and she kept pulling me, leading me toward the door to our bedroom.
"If this is the last time were going to be together bro, I'm not letting you out of my sight. So, I'm going to get fucked nonstop until I pass out, 'kay? even if you're tired, I'll do all the work, I just want to get fucked so bad that I'll feel it for weeks..." She curled her head over her shoulder to look up at me, shrugging as if it was going to happen regardless of if I wanted that or not. Of course, I did, and I saw her pretty eyes light up the moment a smirk formed on my lips and the light squeeze of her hand signalled to her that this was happening.
We slithered into the bedroom, and the moment we stepped through she spun, rose to the tips of her toes and kissed me. Hard. hard enough that her weight pushed me backward against the door that slammed shut with my bodyweight crashing into it. One of her thighs raised up, desperate for me to hold up as our furious, and animalistic make out reached the tongue phase. I squeezed her legging coated thigh, moaning into her mouth as the taste of her cherry flavoured lip gloss made its presence felt. I felt her greedy hands scratch and scrape over my chest, desperate to rip my shirt off in what I thought was a lust filled hatred for the fact that this would likely be our last fuck together.