Tired

Only when Stan gets out of the bus does he notice the snow that is falling from the sky. Gently bending circles in the wind as they land on the ground. Softly laying there as if small white puzzle pieces fall onto their destined spot on the world. Coating the scenery around Stan into the colors of ice and cold. He walks about a few steps when he feels the warmth of the bus completely having evaporated on him. The holes in his costume not defending him from the icy wind now focussed on his flesh. As Stan can still hear the engine running just a few feet away from him. A flash happens behind him, like thunder or lightning. Though Stan isn’t really occupied by it. Neither is he occupied by the sound of air mechanically being released. His eyes focussed on the building in front of him: home.

Then Stan hears the engine turn on. After which in seemingly just a few seconds the sound runs softer and softer. Notifying him of the departure of the bus. As he is now only in front of the familiar scene of his apartment a couple storeys above him. Still, as Stan’s eyes look up to the skye, he feels how his eyes are piqued by wonder as the snow falls down. ‘Like petals of a cloud’ his mom used to say. Almost deafening the sound of the city. Though the chills, bitter in their judgement, sway him to look at the entrance of the flat again. Knowing he’ll have to call up one of his neighbors. Hoping anyone would be home that could either lend him a spare key or could call the owner to help him out. Both scenarios weren’t great to look forward to. Since Stan wasn’t really close with either of his neighbors and the prospect of having to socialize at this moment didn’t feel like a good one. Neither was the prospect of seeing the owner in person who would in turn see Stan clothed the way he is now. Though both options were better than standing in the cold. Which made his legs get him to the entrance.

Chills and shivers make it almost impossible to ring the right doorbell. So as Stan tries to press his finger on his neighbors doorbell, he accidentally slips and presses his own. So with a shaking hand he tries again, to be suddenly interrupted by the intercom being answered. Which meant that somebody was in his house. Though nobody spoke. It was completely silent on the other side. But Stan had definitely heard a faint click of the phone being picked up.

“Hello?”

Stan says into the silence. His teeth soon clappering down on top of each other as he throws his arms around himself.

“Stan?”

He heard a recognizable voice. His heart racing quickly as he asks almost immediately.

“I’m cold, can you let me -…”

And before Stan finishes his sentence, the front door to the flat opens with a click. While the white snow follows the fast wind against Stan’s back. Pushing him into the small post room. To then swiftly enter the elevator. Pressing the seventh key. Feeling how the elevator is slightly more warm than the rest of the outside. Though soon to be relieved by a small ‘ding’ sound as the elevator halts and opens up to the small corridor. Snowdrops seeming to be bigger as Stan’s eyes have to adjust a bit. The light of the houses connected to the corridor only slightly adding to his sight. As above him the night is black. And just in front of him, on the spot in front of his door stands a red figure.

He walks towards it. Feeling his fingers go numb. His hair collecting both water and snow. There isn’t really a wind that oppresses him from walking. So he does just that. Walking towards the figure that is starting to look really like someone he knows. The red seems to be a red minidress. He can clearly see it’s a she now as he gets closer. His eyes adjusting to the light as he is just a few feet away from her. Now being able to see her hazel eyes. The blonde curls. The somewhat glittering fabric hugging her curves as they are now only a foot apart from one another. While her eyes are focussed on his. A sparkle meeting his stare, as Stan’s attention is drawn to the red lipgloss she is wearing. Accentuating the bubbly soft texture. Glimmering into the light that shines through one of the windows.

“I’ve waited”

She says as Stan is only a foot away from his step sister. He doesn’t really have a response ready. After today, he doesn’t even have energy to wonder how long his sister has been here or why she was dressed the way she was. Then there was also that she bridged the gap in between them. Her warm body shivering as it collides with his. Him feeling the heat of her body as it collides with the holes. While the old coat falls to the ground.

There isn’t much to say for Stan. The way that he feels is already plastered onto his costume. He doesn’t feel like he needs to say anything as he feels how his smaller sister holds him in her arms. Words don’t need to be said in this moment, as he already knows she has been worried. Her arms feeling like they never want to let go of him. As a warm tear now rolls of Stan’s cheek. His muscles weak against the emotion he’s feeling, the exhaustion overtaking him. While he can also feel how her face is embedded in his chest. The heat of her tears prickling against his flesh. He doesn’t need to hear him berating him for his stupidity. Because they both know she missed him and needed this. Stan’s hands awkwardly fold around her. Holding her against him, as she moves up a bit. Standing on her tip toes. So Stan does instinctively what he wants. Lifting his older stepsister up.

And as he does this, he knows what will inevitably happen. As he feels her hot breath going from his chest up towards his neck. His cock growing inside his pants to that of a size of a hotdog sausage. Her thick thighs settling themselves on either side. Feeling how her lower body lowers itself against his size. Gently sliding alongside his cock as she is pulled up, which also has the effect of her miniskirt riding up. Then to grind down on Stan, as her face is now closer to his. Showing how her eyes slightly roll out of their eye sockets for a moment.

The heat of the moment deafening the cold from the outside prickling against Stan’s skin. It all happening so fast that he only drives it further purely by instinct, as he jerks his body up. Thrusting himself along the slight crease of his step sisters large thighs. Feeling how blood starts to be primarily stored into his cock and balls. Spearing his nerves with pleasure as he feels how her thighs squeeze his manhood for a moment. Though he now starts to think with his head. Meaning that he immediately stops the initial dry fucking of his step sister. Whose cold tears Stan can still feel on his chest.

Kissing her had already been a taboo that kept him up at night. If he, in the heat of the moment, had bitten her. It would be catastrophic. And there was no certainty that he wouldn’t. Still in the back of his head, Stan was scared of what he had done to Lauren. It plagued his thoughts to a degree that he was walking through a nightmare. A nightmare he was tired of already. He needed something to distract him.

“Stan, is everything alright?”

His sister asked him. Not with any malice towards what he had just done. There was no tone of judgement or disgust like he was feeling towards himself. There was only genuine warm concern. So he knew what he needed at that moment. Just to have a night he would be able to dream.

“Can you sleep with me like when we were kids?”

The answer was followed by his sister’s face on his shoulder. Her hands around him. As he walked with her inside of his home.