Leaving Emma alone

*From this chapter onwards, the story will be written in the second person from Liam's point of view*

You think about it for a few seconds but in the end you decide to leave. You know it's not right to take advantage of a drunk woman. “Emma, you're really drunk, you should go to bed...” you say.

You can see a look of annoyance on Emma's face. It seems she had other intentions with you. “Is that so? Maybe you're right...” Her attitude changes completely, as if she's no longer drunk.

It seems that your morals won't allow you to lose your virginity tonight. You leave the room and return to the bar, regretting not being able to fuck Emma, but at least you've retained some of your dignity.

You hang out chatting with the other people at the bar until you decide it's time to go back.

You pay the bill and head to your room. As you climb the stairs, a wave of fear washes over you. What could Sophie and Urk have been doing while you were gone? Although the question is rather rhetorical, because you know exactly what they were doing.

You approach the room and immediately hear something like a whisper: “More, please!” It sounds like Sophie's voice, and the way she says it sounds like she's screaming, but then why is it so quiet? You can't hear any other noises either; everything around the room seems so quiet.

You're afraid to open the door, you don't know if they're still fucking or if they're about to finish, and you obviously don't want to interrupt their moment.

You approach the door and peek through the small hole in the door lock.

The sight before you surprises you. “You like that, you slut?” Urk has Sophie in the doggy position, his huge green cock sliding in and out of your sister's huge ass. You can't see Sophie's face, but from the faint moans you hear, you can tell she's enjoying it.

Your cock gets even harder. You couldn't fuck Emma, and you feel your balls are full. You slip your hand into your pants and stroke your cock. For a moment, you even forget that you're standing in the middle of the hallway. Anyone who saw you would mistake you for a pervert.