Guilt

Mark lay there with Ashley pressed warmly against him, her thigh draped over his, her soft tits squished against his chest. Her hand was already sliding down his stomach, fingers brushing teasingly close to his hardening cock. She looked up at him with those bright, hungry eyes, voice still husky from everything she’d been through.

“I’m still so sore…” she whispered, a small, wicked smile tugging at her lips, “but I don’t care. I want you again. Right now. I want to feel you inside me while I’m awake this time.” She shifted her hips, rubbing her slick, still-swollen pussy against his thigh. “Please, Mark… fuck your sister again.”

The words sent a hot spike straight through him. His cock twitched hard against her skin. For a moment the temptation was overwhelming . just flip her over, slide back into that warm, cum-slick hole, and use her properly while she moaned and begged.

But then the guilt hit him like a truck.

He could still picture her frozen body from the night before: limp, gaping, leaking, completely at his mercy for eight straight hours while she had no idea. The way she had screamed and blacked out every time he restarted time. How fragile she had looked afterward.

Mark gently caught her wrist before her hand could wrap around him.

“Ash… wait,” he said quietly, voice rough. He pulled back just enough to look her in the eyes. “You’re still wrecked. You were passed out for hours. I went way too hard on you last night. You need time to recover.”

Ashley pouted, pressing closer, trying to grind against him. “I don’t care if I’m sore. It feels good when it hurts a little… especially when it’s you.” She kissed his collarbone, then his neck. “Come on, baby brother. Don’t you want to fill me up again?”

Mark’s jaw tightened. The guilt was heavier now, sitting like lead in his gut. He wanted her, badly, but pushing her again right after that felt wrong. Really wrong.

He kissed her forehead and carefully disentangled himself, sitting up on the edge of the bed. “Not today. You need rest. I’m serious.”

Ashley sat up too, wincing slightly as she moved. She reached for him again, but he stood up, grabbing his clothes.

“I’m going to school,” he said, pulling on his jeans. “You stay home and take it easy. Drink water, eat something. I’ll check on you later.”

For a second she looked genuinely surprised, then a little hurt. But she didn’t argue. Instead she just watched him dress with that same soft, adoring expression, pulling the blanket up over her naked body.

“Okay…” she said quietly. “But when you get home… you’re not getting away that easily.”

Mark forced a small smile, leaned down, and kissed her gently on the lips. “We’ll see. Just rest, Ash.”

He grabbed his backpack and headed downstairs before he could change his mind. The house felt too quiet. His mind kept replaying flashes of her frozen face, her body covered in his cum, the way she had twitched and squirted when time restarted.

By the time he stepped outside and started walking to school, the guilt had settled into a low, persistent ache. He had real power now. Real control. And for the first time, he wasn’t sure he liked what he was becoming with it.

School was going to be a good distraction. At least there, he could try to act normal… even if part of him was already wondering which girls he might freeze today to take the edge off.