A Lesson in Bad Decisions

I stared at her. “I'm sorry, what?”

Heather looked at me for a moment before her face twisted into a predatory smile. “Come on. Follow me.”

Heather got up from her stool in the kitchen and started walking towards the rear of the house. I moved to follow.

“It’s just that with your phrasing…”

We reached the corridor that divided the rear living area into mine and Heather’s rooms. I went to turn right into my room.

“Not that way.” Heather stopped me. “My room. I won’t have Rebecca staring through the window at this.”

I followed my sister into her room until she came to stand at the end of her bed. Heather’s room was a little more grown-up than mine, though not nearly as tidy as she liked to pretend. Her bed sat against the near wall, covered in a dark purple duvet with a few cushions scattered across it. A small bedside table held a lamp, a half-empty glass of water, and an assortment of hair ties and jewellery. Her dressing table was crowded with makeup, perfume bottles, and framed photos of her and her college friends. A wardrobe stood in the corner, its door slightly ajar, revealing clothes packed tightly onto hangers.

The room smelled faintly of her perfume, with a hoodie draped over the back of her desk chair and a pile of laundry waiting to be dealt with. It was unmistakably Heather’s space: comfortable, a little chaotic, and full of little details that reflected her personality.

“Lie down and take your pants off,” Heather commanded me.

I didn’t move a muscle. “Have you completely lost your frigging mind?” I asked in utter shock.

“Look, I still owe you one for The Weeknd ticket, and this can be how I repay you.”

I went to interject.

Heather silenced me. “Hush. We’ve determined you make completely idiotic decisions when you let your lower brain do the thinking. And he’s been running the show for at least the last few days.”

To prove her point, Heather reached out and grabbed my junk through my pants. I was more than halfway hard and grunted as she squeezed me, my cock flaring into even greater life at the slightest provocation. It was completely embarrassing to stand there in front of my sister as my cock immediately started to rise and stick out once again.

“Take him out,” Heather repeated.

I couldn’t believe this was actually happening as I did as she asked. I undid the button on my jeans and dropped half of what I was wearing to the floor, exposing myself. I didn’t get any softer as I was exposed to the air; in fact, I probably got harder.

“Make yourself comfortable,” Heather said as her eyes focused in on my cock, not leaving it for a second.

I sat down and started to scout myself back.

“Shoes off,” I was told, and I was then helped out of my Cons by Heather.

In just my shirt, I backed myself up on Heather’s bed until I was lying back on her pillows. I watched as she slowly came and joined me on the bed. She didn’t rush herself at all. She seemed perfectly at ease with the whole bizarre experience. Heather came and lay down on her side next to me, just below my armpit. I felt her fake acrylic nails, and she started to scratch the inside of my thigh closest to her, just below my knee.

“Why are you doing this?” I said after having to swallow first.

Heather shrugged. “Sex and what goes into it isn’t a scary thing to be afraid of. What is a mystery to me is how you got two girls falling all over you.” Heather’s hand started to inch its way up my inner thigh, coming closer to the sensitive skin next to my nuts. “You’re not completely unattractive. Maybe even a little handsome if I’m being completely honest. Call it idle curiosity.”

Heather hand reached out and started to cup my balls. I moaned as I felt her warm palm cupping me and massaging my heavy plums. She again teased me ever so slightly with the nails on her fingertips before letting go and wrapping her hand around my cock instead.

I groaned, and my hips pressed forward. Heather moved with me, keeping her hand around my shaft and stroking me softly in time with my movements. It was excruciatingly good.

“Do you like that?” Heather purred to me.

“Yes!” I wholeheartedly said.

She stroked me faster a few more times and then leaned in closer and spit on my dick. She used her hand to spread her saliva out on my shaft. The added moisture enabled Heather to slide her hand more freely along my cock wanking me skilfully.

“For fifty bucks, I could do this with my top off…” Heather propositioned me.

{Author's Note: Just a fun little diversion here guys! Nothing too serious. Let's get some answers in the comments section about what he should do.

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Dacia xoxo}