To wait

A week has gone by from that moment. That wild moment. Stan still couldn’t believe it. Neither could Eliorah. It had felt so freeing. Like it had made sense. But reality is however a singer that knows when to play the love and the drama. Since both knew they couldn’t ever let this happen again. It would ruin the relationship they had.

Stan was in his room at the other end of the city. Laying in his bed after a long day of work. Eliorah is laying in hers. A distance had mounted both in their headspace as their physical distance. And to neither it felt right.

When at work, Stan could at least turn off the questions he had. First about the creature he had bitten, that was more like him than any human. Second because of that kiss. If he were like…this creature…it would mean that her feelings or her treatment to him weren’t true. Eliorah couldn’t be in love with him. Which mattered a lot to Stan.

And when Eliorah was at work, she at least had something else to do than think about her stepbrothers lips. His hands around her like a safety blanket. Though he must have only done this to show her colleague that they were indeed lovers. She hadn’t asked him, but she had to assume that it was exactly because of that reason. Because if it was something else, she didn’t know what she would do.

And even though she was the one who had withdrawn from the hug and the kiss; she missed it most. When her thoughts were focussed on Stan, which happened far more often after said occurrence, it was almost always about kissing him. Well, that and hugging him and being as close to him as possible. While she would also think about ways of showing that affection while they were together. How she could bring it more naturally and profound. Because at night. When nobody was looking. And Eliorah was alone in bed thinking about Stan. Her hand laid crooked between her legs. Just thinking about holding her stepbrothers cock.

This would happen as Stan holds his stiff member. Moving his hand up and down. Thinking about his sister’s luscious form. Feeling how trickles of pleasure root themselves at the base of his cock, while thinking about those beautiful lips of hers wrapped around it. The soft velvet cushions smothering his cockhead. It was a taboo take on something Stan was trying to tell himself not to do. But his carnal thoughts had taken root, and so he was just trying to satisfy them as best as he can.

On the other side of town Eliorah’s hand slid inside of her wet slit, guiding her other hand towards her mouth seemingly holding something. Her eyes almost in a trance as she thinks about the profile of her brother’s cock. Eliorah didn’t have much to go on, so to her it was of an average size. She bends her head a bit, making sure her lips would be able to kiss this imaginary dick, as she feels the heat in her cunt only increase with every thrust she makes.

The problem for both in the end, was that they weren’t together. Curled up in their bed. Their covers smelling like sweat and cum. They would feel both the longing to a next kiss. As they would feel miserable for not being there with the other. And perhaps this would have continued its path if there hadn’t been a knock on Stan’s front door.

Clop clop clop

It went at first. At which Stan was a bit surprised. Because not a lot of people visit him…okay, nobody actually visits him except for his mom, stepsister and his best friend Lauren. Though the last time any of them had done so was during the festive season when his mom had visited. Which also meant she had walked around a lot and had almost convinced him to live with her and his adopted father. Though that last thing kept Stan from accepting.

Clop clop clop

It goes again. Unbridingly as Stan quickly dresses himself. Putting on boxers, some loose fitting pants and a white shirt he had lying on his chair.

“Coming!”

He yelled as he walked up to the door. Not bothering to look through the spy hole. Though it didn’t seem to satisfy the person who was in front of the door as there followed another knocking.

Clop clop clop

Instead of yelling something, Stan just simply opened the door to see who was in front of it. When he was surprised to see the red haired lady from the buss accident standing there.