Andrew sat in the kitchen, the bowl of cereal forgotten in his hands as his eyes locked on Luna. She moved between the cabinets, humming a soft tune, her hair tangled, and she was wearing only her pajama top, a t-shirt that barely covered her, leaving her round, bare ass on display. Each step of hers made her hips sway, and Andrew couldn't help but follow the hypnotic movement of her ass, wanting to lose himself in that sight.
It had barely been an hour since they had both given themselves over to each other in his bed, but he already felt the heat building up again. The memory of her moans, of his mouth running over every inch of her skin, still burned in his mind, every detail relived by his gaze. Now she was here, making breakfast as if nothing had happened, while he tried to keep himself under control, resisting the temptation to get up and take her back to bed—or even right there, against the kitchen counter.
Luna leaned over to pull something out of a low drawer, and Andrew felt his body react, his cock pulsing in response to the delicious sight. "Shit…" he muttered to himself, gritting his teeth, trying to contain his growing desire.
She turned around for a moment and smiled at him as if she knew exactly what was going through his mind as if the brush of her skin under the light fabric was a silent invitation. And all he could think about was that they were alone, that his mother wouldn't be home until late.
Andrew tried to shake off his daze, though his eyes remained fixed on her, on how her body moved with that casual confidence, every gesture calculated to turn him on more. He steeled himself, taking a deep breath before asking her directly, "Why, Luna? Why all this… now?"
Luna looked at him, a mischievous smile playing on her lips as she continued to prepare breakfast as if the question had done nothing but amuse her. "Why what, sweetheart?" She asked in a playful tone, knowing exactly the effect she had on him.
Andrew gulped, feeling the heat rise to his face, his heart beating faster and faster. "What happened before... why now? You've always treated me like a nuisance like you hated me..." he stammered, barely able to finish the sentence when Luna interrupted him with a soft laugh and a glint in her eye.
"I've never hated you, silly," she murmured, moving a little closer to him. Suddenly, her hands reached for the hem of his shirt and pulled it up just enough so Andrew could see the skin between her thighs, the beginning of her pussy, pink and completely wet, the drops slipping down temptingly. "Look how you have me, see this? That's how wet you make me, little brother," she whispered, her eyes locked on his, enjoying his reaction. "I love the way you look at me... how you can't stop staring at my ass every time I turn around."
Andrew felt the blood rush to his head, his face completely flushed, but he couldn't look away from that image. His cock throbbed against his pants, every word from Luna making him want to throw himself at her right then and there.
Andrew took a deep breath, his chest rising and falling as he tried to calm the frantic beating of his heart. His body betrayed him, still turned on by every insinuation from Luna, but he kept telling himself that he had to control himself. She was his sister, dammit, and what had happened last night was still spinning around in his head!
But then Luna came closer, sliding the plate of pancakes across the table and sitting down next to him. The scent of chocolate and fruit mixed with the soft perfume she always wore, and he felt the closeness only increased his tension. Luna leaned into him, resting her head on his shoulder in a way that seemed innocent, but the touch of her skin against his made him boil. She brought a piece of pancake to her mouth, trying to focus on her breakfast, but her thoughts kept returning to how his lips had traveled every inch of her body that morning.
"You have college today, right?" Andrew asked, desperately trying to break the silence, clinging to any conversation that would take him away from his forbidden desires.
Luna nodded, a playful smile as she chewed, her eyes fixed on him as if she was amused to see him struggle to maintain his composure. "Yep, and then I have a shift at work, so I won't be home until late, bro," she said in a honeyed tone, letting her hand rest on his thigh, a casual touch that nonetheless made him clench his teeth.
Andrew sighed in an attempt at relief, though his mind was still spinning around the madness of the past few hours. Only yesterday, Luna had caught him masturbating and glared at him; today, she had ended up in his bed, moaning his name, wanting him with an intensity that now made him doubt what was real and what wasn't.
"It's a shame," he replied, taking a bite of his breakfast.
Andrew swallowed hard, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he watched Luna take the piece of banana with her fork, her eyes fixed on him, that teasing glint leaving no room for doubt. When she tilted the fork, he thought she would take it straight to her mouth, but instead, she lowered her hand slowly, sliding the banana to the edge of her shirt, right between her spread thighs.
Luna parted her legs deliberately, lifting the fabric of her pajamas a little, revealing the smooth skin of her thighs and the wet heat of her pussy, still slick with the remnants of her desire. Andrew watched with wide eyes, feeling his cock throb, hard and ready, about to burst inside his pants.
With slow movements, Luna rubbed the piece of banana over her pussy, running it over her swollen lips, letting the fruit juice mix with her wetness as her lips parted, letting him see how the banana glistened, covered in her essence. She let out a soft, tempting moan, and when he finally picked up the fork, the banana was covered in her flavor, slick, shiny.
"You like this, sweetie?" he whispered, bringing it towards him, his voice thick with lust, his eyes fixed on her mouth. Andrew, completely overcome by desire, parted his lips, allowing her to bring the fork closer until the flavor melted on his tongue, the mixture of the banana's sweetness and Luna's salty wetness exploding in his mouth.
Andrew, unable to resist temptation any longer, pushed the plate of pancakes aside, his eyes fixed on Luna with a determination that made her let out a low laugh, anticipating what was coming. Without taking his gaze from her eyes, he leaned forward, sliding his hands firmly up her thighs, slowly parting her legs until he exposed the wet, pink pussy that had been driving him crazy since she sat down at the table.
Luna let out a ragged breath, her breathing becoming heavier, offering no resistance, her thighs relaxing under Andrew' touch. He lowered his face unhurriedly, barely brushing his lips against the soft skin of her inner thighs, letting his kisses be a prelude to what was to come. When his tongue finally brushed her pussy lips, she gasped, a guttural, lust-filled sound that prompted him to devour her more intensely.
His tongue moved slowly at first, tracing every fold, tasting the warmth and wetness she offered, drinking in every drop as his hands gripped her hips, holding her in place. Luna moaned, her fingers tangling in his hair, pushing him closer, guiding him not to stop. Andrew began to move more voraciously, sucking on her clit and then sliding his tongue deep inside her, tasting her essence, feeling how she trembled beneath him, completely surrendered to the pleasure he gave her.
Luna arched her back, her legs wrapped around him, her sighs turning into intense moans as Andrés didn't stop licking, devouring her, with no intention of stopping until he made her explode once again.
Andrew no longer had any restraint; his tongue ran over every corner of her pussy with unbridled intensity, tasting every drop of her wetness as Luna moaned and writhed beneath him, her hands buried in his hair, pushing him closer, giving him no room to breathe. He enjoyed every reaction from her, every gasp, every broken cry that escaped her lips.
"Fuck, Andrés, don't stop!" she gasped, her voice hoarse and charged with uncontrollable desire. Her hips moved instinctively, seeking more, grinding her pussy against Andrew mouth with an almost desperate need. He smiled against her skin, enjoying the control he had over her, how he could make her shiver with every flick of his tongue.
He slid two fingers inside her, deep, feeling her walls squeeze him as his tongue focused on her clit, sucking and licking relentlessly. "You like it, whore? You like how I devour you?" he murmured against her skin, his words making Luna moan even louder, her hands squeezing his head to not let him escape.
"Yes... yes, I love it... keep going, don't stop," she pleaded, her voice cracking as he played with his fingers inside her, moving them in slow, deep circles as his tongue tortured her with every lick, every suck, bringing her to the edge again and again not allowing her to let go.
He became even more relentless, his fingers increasing the pace, his tongue punishing her clit until she was screaming in pleasure, not holding back, gasping his name over and over again.
Andrew intensified the pace of his movements, his fingers entering and exiting Luna with perfect precision, his tongue licking and sucking her clit without pause, bringing her closer and closer to the edge. Luna arched her back, her moans turning into muffled screams, her legs shaking as she held onto Andrew' head, pushing him even further against her, not giving him a breather.
"Yes... yes, like that! Don't stop, fuck!" she moaned, her voice cracking with pleasure, her entire body tense, every muscle trembling as the pressure inside her increased to an unbearable point. Andrew felt her shudder, her walls squeezing his fingers in desperation, and that only incited him to move more ferociously, sucking on her clit and rubbing it with his tongue in fast, intense circles, giving her no respite.
Luna let out a final, heart-wrenching scream, her body shaken by a wave of pleasure that made her explode against him. Her wetness soaked Andrew face as she writhed, panting, her body shaking uncontrollably. He didn't move away even an inch, letting the orgasm run through her as he drank from her, his tongue cleaning every drop, every tremor of pleasure that ran through Luna's body, his mouth impregnated with her flavor, his face covered in her essence, enjoying every second of that absolute surrender.
He glanced at the clock out of the corner of his eye and was startled to see the time. He gave it one last glance, his satisfied smile as he saw Luna still lying on the chair, her legs spread, her chest rising and falling as she tried to catch her breath. She looked at him with a mixture of desire and bewilderment, her lips parted in a gesture that seemed to ask for more, but he knew that time was running out.
"I have to go, sis," he said in a mischievous tone, letting his gaze travel over her messy body, still trembling from the pleasure he had given her. With a mischievous smile, he got up from the table, giving her one last wink as he headed to the bathroom to clean up. He knew that time was against him, but the satisfaction of having left Luna in that state gave him a feeling of power that he had not experienced before.
"I love you too, silly," she replied with a still agitated smile.
-x.X.x-
Andrew entered school with that usual feeling of heaviness, not expecting much from the day. He was invisible to most, always on the sidelines, and although he tried not to think about it, he knew he wasn't the attractive boy everyone was looking at. Or so he thought... until today.
As soon as he crossed the main hallway, he noticed something strange in the looks of the girls who usually ignored him or, at best, didn't even notice him. They were the popular girls, those who usually walked in groups, with their tight skirts and loud laughter, who never spoke to him. But this time, their gazes were fixed on him, and it wasn't just a glance. Several of them gave him flirtatious smiles, some even licked his lips or blew him kisses in the air, gestures they normally reserved for the boys they knew they could have.
Andrew felt a heat rise in his face, not fully understanding what was happening. Whispers and giggles drifted past, and more than one of them made a cheeky comment.
"Hey, handsome! See you later?" one of the girls said, winking at him as her friends laughed with a complicity that disarmed Andrew.
Another blew him a kiss and bit her lip, looking at him as if he were suddenly someone completely different, someone they desired. He felt bewildered, almost like in a dream, as each glance and smile from those hot girls made him question whether he was seeing right or if something had changed in him without realizing it.
As Andrew continued walking down the hallway, trying to process the strange attention he was receiving, he noticed Elizabeth approaching. It was impossible to miss her: she was wearing a miniskirt so short it barely covered anything, her tanned, smooth thighs drawing all eyes. Her tight top revealed a pair of generous breasts, almost escaping from the fabric. She walked with magnetic confidence, her dark makeup highlighting her mischievous eyes, her mouth painted in a bright red that stood out against her dark skin. Every step of hers was calculated, every movement of her hips screaming provocation.
Andrew tried to ignore her, even though his heart was pounding. He had always had a thing for Elizabeth, a mix of desire and suspicion; she was the typical girl who seemed unattainable, the kind of girl who would never look at someone like him... until now. He tried to concentrate on something else, but then he felt a soft touch on his arm. As he turned, he found himself trapped in a corner, with Elizabeth very close, so close that he could smell her perfume, a sweet and intoxicating scent.
"Hello, handsome," she murmured, her dark eyes fixed on him, her voice husky and full of malice.
He swallowed, noticing the difference in height between them, and how close her body was, every curve inches from his. He didn't know how to react, his mind clouded as he tried not to stare at the cleavage that opened right in front of his eyes, letting him see the soft, golden skin of her breasts.
"E-Elizabeth," he managed to say, feeling the heat rise to his face, his breathing ragged.
She smiled mischievously at him, barely biting his lower lip, her eyes scanning him up and down as if he were a piece of meat. "I was looking for you... you know, you're hot, and I'm hot. I thought we should... do something about it." As she spoke, her hand slid smoothly to the front of his pants, and before he could react, she tucked a napkin into Andrew's crotch, her hand deliberately brushing against his hardness that was already all too obvious beneath the fabric.
Andrew let out a gasp, Elizabeth's touch burning his skin, his erection throbbing beneath her fingers. He couldn't believe it, a girl like her, so provocative, so daring, caressing him there, in the middle of the school.
"Call me, will you?" she said in a whisper, her lips almost brushing his earlobe, while her hand gave one last squeeze, making sure he felt every inch of her fingers. With a satisfied smile and a cheeky wink, Elizabeth pulled away, walking back down the hall, wiggling her ass as if she knew Andrew was watching her.
Andrew, still a little dazed by what had happened, slipped the napkin into his backpack, hiding it among the books as he tried to control the wave of emotions that was running through him. Every step he took down the hallway seemed unreal, as if an atmosphere charged with desire surrounded him, electrifying the air. The girls watched him with an intensity he had never experienced before. Their gazes were hungry and invasive, and every smile or wink they threw his way made him feel exposed as if he were the only object of their desire.
It was as if the universe had taken an impossible turn as if all those girls who had previously ignored him were now looking at him with parted lips, bright gazes, and that insistence in their eyes as if they wanted to devour him right there. He passed by groups of girls who laughed and murmured as soon as he passed them, their laughter tinged with something else, something almost palpable. It was a confusing, intoxicating sensation; Somehow, his body responded to this unusual attention, and even though his mind told him it was strange, the intensity of each glance and each accidental brush in the hallway left him anxious, his body wanting more.
Andrew entered the classroom with his heart racing, trying to shake off the feeling, trying to regain control over himself.