*Author's Note: All characters in this story are eighteen and older. No underage characters are present in the story or put into suggestive situations. This story has mildly disturbing scenes, please be warned. Will be taking little breaks in between chapters to work on some side projects. Thank you for reading and enjoy chapter five of this story.*
Trying to teach my sister how to do her homework while coming down off the bliss of her soft, luscious lips was harder than I thought. She played with her long brown hair, focusing more than ever on what I was showing her. Whether it was because of the blowjob or not, who could say. All I knew was that after basically forcing her to take my cum into her stomach, she seemed more receptive to what I was laying down for her to learn. So much so, that she was able to finish her homework on time. It made me proud as her brother. She could be smart when she wanted to, or more so when she gets dick in her. That isn't something her younger brother should be saying about her though. When we were done, I was about ready to leave before she leaned in for a kiss. I reciprocated it, pulling her into me softly. Her breasts gently pushed against my chest, letting me feel them. I was high in the sky, and I didn't want to come down anytime soon. I still have several things to worry about in time, especially the moral ambiguity of the whole sister brother lover thing. However, I won't let that ruin this moment for me. My first blowjob was my sister, Autumn, and it felt like Heaven on Earth.
Nothing else happened that day, besides a blushful family dinner, where I actively tried to avoid eye contact. Just like that, the weekend was over, with many different things happening over the course of forty-eight hours. To be honest, I am excited to go back to my everyday school life. Making myself refocus on my goals after being distracted by eroticism. At times like this, it is only natural to remember what I was striving for in the first place. To make my father proud, even in the afterlife. With that mentality, I woke up Monday morning feel energized, even if my normal blank face was not showing it. I skipped breakfast, hoping to get to the school early enough to where I can miss the awkward interactions with many of my new female partners. Since the track and field was open, I decided to go running for a little bit. The cool air blowing past my face, the sweat dripping from my skin, it was pure cathartic release. After a quick shower, it was off to my classes, which surprisingly went without a hitch. The final bell rang through my ear before I even had a chance to check the time. However, my phone buzzed in my pocket, making me stop in my tracks. Checking who it was from, it seemed to be a number I didn't save in my contacts, making me worry slightly. A sigh of relief came from my lips when I read the first message.
It's Aiko. Don't forget our study session in the library. Thank you.
I sighed slightly, wishing I could have just gone home before the message appeared, but at least it wasn't any of the horny females that have been on me as of late. Grabbing my bag, I started to walk towards the library, slowly strolling down windowed halls. That was when something disturbed me. An image I couldn't tell if was real or not flashed into my peripheral vision. A hooded figure, staring at me through the window. Shivers went down my spine, giving me goosebumps all over my body. I felt fear, genuine fear, over being watched by them. It all lasted a second but felt like an eternity in my mind. The only thing that snapped me out of it, was my own body slamming into my teacher, Makena, causing her coffee to spill all over her top. By the time I looked back out the window, the hooded figure was gone.
"Mr. Reid."
I turned back towards Makena, who looked mildly annoyed by the sudden discomfort I had caused her. "My god, Ms. Aguta, I didn't mean to!"
"Office. Now." She turned around, letting me follow her into her own office. Which gave me a couple minutes to look around it. To be honest, I never had a chance yet to come into her room. She mainly brought parents in here, especially for the rather shittier kids that she teaches. It was a normal looking school office, with a brown wooden desk, some comfortable chairs, a couple of posters that scream of good parenting, and a laptop that was closed. She sighed to herself, grabbing some paper towels to wipe herself down, and sit in her chair. After a moment, she threw away the dirty paper towels and adjusted herself.
"James, has everything been, okay?" I sat down in front of the desk, placing my bag on my lap.
"Yes? Why, does it seem like I am not okay?"
"It seems like you've been distracted." She gestured to her shirt, before placing her hands on the desk. "I understand college can be a tough experience for a young man like yourself, but up until today you seemed okay. However, during class and now even while you are walking, you seemed distracted by something. Are you okay?"
"Yeah... I mean, yes I am okay, just been going through some wild changes."
"Such as?"
My mind blanked on how to even describe what has been happening to me. "W-Well... I mean, a young man goes through things... New stuff. New things."
She raised an eyebrow, before gaining a light blush. If I had to guess, she probably figured out what I was talking about. "Oh! That is something that could cause distractions. However, remember, you have a good record to keep going."
Her words started to go in one ear and out the other, as my eyes scanned her shirt which was starting to become see-through due to the coffee. She tapped the desk softly, before saying my name in a gentle tone. "James." I looked up into her eyes, which made me nervously chuckle. She shook her head, leaning back in her chair. "Please try to take this seriously moving forward. If you ever need an escape, you could always ask me to tutor you. Away from the distractions, and away from any thoughts that could cause you from becoming the smart graduate I know you can become."
"Tutoring? With all due respect Ms. Aguta, my grades are well above tutoring level."
"Yes, which is why you need to stay at that level. Tutoring isn't just for people below average or struggling, it can also be a tool to stay at a level at which you have already obtained."
"I..." My words failed me, not finding any bad logic in her reasoning. I sighed, admitting defeat and sinking into my chair. "I will think about your offer."
