Better Off Together Chapter 9

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Better Off Together Chapter 9 – Story By Panzerfeck

 

 

 

 

 

'And I didn't say to stop,' Becky said. 'I just asked if you knew what you were doing.'

Testing the waters I pressed my lips softly to hers and kissed her again. Her lips parted under mine. She was starting to breathe a little heavier.

 

 

 

I blew a sigh right back at her and enveloped my lips against her lower parted lip and held it there until she came down on me softly and pulled away with a gently smooch.

 

'Tell me,' I sighed.

 

 

 

'What you're doing to me,' she hinted. Lazily she heaved herself up, craning her neck to allow her a sideways glance. Her eyes scanned mine and then lowered to my crotch. I was bulging and I didn't even realise. 'I'm going to bed,' she said serenely, 'don't stay up too long...'

 

 

 

 

The look she gave me as she disappeared through the living room door left little to the imagination as to what was going on. What was I to think? I felt overwhelmed, crushed by the sudden gravity of our encounter. All I could think about was our mother's face.

 

 

 

 

'If there's a god then you know this was happening and you have the power to stop me,' I prayed to her in my mind. 'I'm not even religious and I'm asking, so make an exception and tell me. I'll lose my fucking mind one way or the other!'

 

 

 

 

In my mind she knew. In my mind our mother knew. And therefore she knew that what little love there was in this world sometimes, and that it was sometimes better for family to make good of that love than to let it die afraid and alone. Yes, whatever the mind must do to justify these things.

 

 

 

 

I heard her angelic voice moaning on the air once more, from down the stairs where I switched off the lights one after the other. Visions warped my mind and soul, Becky naked, hot and heavy, torturing her wetting sex with her fingers. And this time I had caused her to.

 

 

 

 

I tasted her on my lips as I climbed the stairs and made my way into the light. Her bedroom door closed again, and - what do you know - mine too. This time there would be no mistake, no creeping attempt to hide away. I headed straight for her door, turned the doorknob, and walked straight in.

 

 

 

 

There she lay, that jaw-dropping sight, naked as the day I found her, sprawled and spread-eagled across her bed. In the light of her bedside lamp her eyes met mine, bare breasts heaving and falling softly. For a moment again she hesitated. I raised a hand disarmingly.

'It's okay,' I said. 'I understand.'

 

 

 

 

'I'm glad,' she breathed. My eyes went from hers to the wondrous view that was her neatly trimmed pussy - puffy, pink and glistening wet. I stood mesmerised for some time, unable to think what to say. My breathing became heavier in the silence as I inhaled the sweet humidity of her sex.

 

 

 

 

 

'This is what I do to you!' I declared as a whisper. She nodded. Our eyes met again. 'What would happen if we kissed like we really wanted to?'

 

No answer, just faster, shallower breathing. Kerry lightly gripped at her bare pussy and bit her bottom lip. 'I think you know,' she said and swallowed hard.

 

 

 

 

'Well...' Goddammit I had to cross that line somehow. Our need for each other was crushing me to death. I breathed hard and heavy but I felt like I couldn't breathe at all. 'If that's what you really want, I'll be in bed, okay?' I nodded.

 

 

 

 

End Of Chapter 9