Author's note: This is a continuation of I Keep Reaching. Please read chapter 1 before reading this chapter.
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"That was incredible," Chloe said, sliding her hands up my chest and leaning into me.
My mind was in a haze as I came down from my mind-blowing orgasm. Catching my breath, I tried to take in my surroundings. My sister, nearly naked, was sitting on my lap. Our underwear was soaked from our juices and the room smelled strongly of Chloe's arousal. We had just had sex without full penetration, although it felt significantly more passionate than my previous sexual experiences, with or without intercourse. This was easily the most erotic experience of my life.
In my efforts to help my sister pull free from the grips of depression, I had become infatuated with her beauty and let my 'other brain' take over my rational train of thought. I was overwhelmed with guilt that I could take advantage of her in such a delicate state of mind.
We were just lying there with her collapsed on top of me, slowly catching our breath. Eventually, she pulled back and looked me in the eyes longingly before closing in for another deep kiss.
I was spent but I opened my mouth and eagerly accepted her offer.
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"Kids, dinners ready!" I heard shouted from downstairs.
She pulled her mouth away from mine and ran her tongue from one side of my upper lip to the other.
"I love the way your mouth tastes," she purred. Her eyes were glazed over with lust and I could tell that she didn't care about what Mom had just shouted.
"We should clean up. We can't tell Mom and Dad about this," I explained, a strong hint of panic in my voice. "I'm really sorry, Chloe, I shouldn't have let this happen."
As the words spilled from my mouth, my eyes once again drank in the girl still sitting on my lap. Her face was flushed. Her top was completely unbuttoned and her bra was thrown carelessly across the room. Her large, gravity-defying breasts were swaying softly with each breath, the two small nipples in the center were still a light shade of red from my manipulation. Lower, her thin waist and firm belly were coated in a thin layer of sweat. Lower still, her figure widening at the womanly curvature of her hips, was her exposed crotch. During our bout of grinding, her panties had ridden up the crack of her pussy and I could make out the lips of her most intimate part. They were bare on both sides and a slightly darker shade of pink, I realized.
She just smiled at me and started crawling off my lap. "I'm going to clean up in the bathroom, you go to your room and change," she ordered.
"We need to talk in private the first chance we get, Chloe. This is all my fault," I said pitifully.
I shamefully began pulling up my jeans. My mind was racing at how senselessly I had pushed them down my legs and exposed my erection to my sister before roughly grabbing her ass cheeks with both hands and pulling her panty clad pussy onto my crotch.
What's wrong with me?
I asked myself.
Still flooded with guilt, I quietly exited her room and made my way down the hallway. Luckily our parents were in the kitchen preparing their meals and didn't see me.
"Be down in a second!" I shouted.
I heard a door open and close behind me. Chloe was standing in front of her bedroom door in nothing but her sports bra and panties, a pair of shorts draped over her left arm.
Involuntarily, I breathed in sharply through my mouth, my lips forming an 'O.' I was mesmerized by her feminine beauty. I stared at her deep cleavage and remembered how soft and firm the flesh was at it spilled between my fingers. Bra sizes being something of a mystery to me, I was unsure what size she was, but if I had to guess I would say she was a full D cup, at least, maybe bigger. Her breasts were truly heavenly. They seemed to defy all laws of physics, being both soft and unyielding, and heavy yet weightless as they stood proudly on her chest. I felt my cock stir in my boxers.
She was just standing there, staring at me. She was waiting for me, I realized, as I was standing in front of the bathroom. I snapped back to reality and rushed to my bedroom.
I dug through my dresser and found a fresh t-shirt and some clean boxers. I stripped off my clothes and changed.
I stood there for a moment, in deep thought. There I was, trying to be close to Chloe, and I allowed my primal instincts to dictate my actions and I took advantage of my emotionally damaged sister. I felt incredibly vulnerable and weak-minded; not even being able to control the sexual drive that pulls all of us, even in front of my sister who needed her brother and not whatever I had become.
I left my room and started down the hallway. I noticed Chloe was still in the bathroom with the water faucet running as I made my way down the stairs.
I entered the kitchen to the smell of spaghetti and garlic bread. My parents already had their plates filled with food and were sitting at the dining table. As usual, they didn't bother to wait for us and had already begun to pick at their food. A small miracle, I realized.
After filling my plate to the brim with spaghetti, I joined them at the table and began eating.
"This is really great mom," I said between bites.
I was anxious to hear them bring up any topic other than what had just happened upstairs. Chloe was still in the bathroom and I feared the worst.
Oh God, I hope they didn't hear anything,
I thought.
"Oh, thanks honey. It's the same recipe as always, though. Where's Chloe?" Mom asked.
"She just had to use the bathroom, she'll be down in a minute," I answered. I felt like I was surrounded by suspicious glares from both my parents.
"Thanks for spending time with her. I know she misses her brother."
I choked on the spaghetti in my mouth and coughed.
"You okay, son?"
I looked to my right at my father. Mom always addressed me as 'Erik' and Dad as 'son," except when he was saying goodbye.
"I'm fine," I said, looking to my dad. I felt three feet tall as I peered into his dark brown eyes.
Looking to my mom I said, "Sure, Mom, it's no problem. I missed her too." I couldn't help but feel anxious from their probing.
They aren't probing you, you're just being paranoid
. I took a deep breath and tried to relax. It already happened, there was no point in being nervous around my parents. They either knew or they didn't, and given their current behaviour, it was probably the latter.
