She Goes To Her Hometown

It had been a long, difficult and expensive night.

Emi had transited to the train station, to find she missed the last train home.

Then she hit the bus station. Her mind plagued her with thoughts of masturbating and fucking throughout the couple hours. At one point Emi was stuck biting her lip thinking about giving one random cute guy a blowjob.

Unfortunately the town bus stop wasn't actually in town, or near where Emi's family lived. Leading to an hour long walk, resulting in Emi very tired and feeling flustered as she banged her head off the door.

She never even thought to bring her keys.

Blankly staring at her contacts she debated which sister was most likely to be up, and willing to come answer the door. Preferably with few questions, as Emi was still trying to come to terms with what had happened earlier in the night herself.

With a light emerging in the darkness of the house, a distorted silhouette approached in a kaleidoscope of shadows and light through the fancy glass window in the door.

As the lock retracted and clicked a somewhat tired face peeked out through the opening door, and paused to rub its eyes.

“Must be serious if it has you coming home at 4 from a city that’s a two and a half hour drive away.” The mousy brunette remarked opening the door way fully and closing it after Emi entered. Pulling her sister into a hug she looked Emi up and down, it was dark but she couldn't remember ever seeing her sister looking so good.

“Come on. Let's get some sleep. You can crash in my bed.” Monica remarked walking down the hall, and up the stairs to the source of the little light cast through the sleeping house.

Following her sister Emi breathed deep in relief, slumping her shoulders as she felt the desire and pleasure that had been eroding away at her seem to dull and fade.

Getting to Monica's room she quickly stripped off her pants and hit the lights, climbing in to bed where Monica spooned her lovingly, and fell asleep.

Monica tried to resist the odd thoughts running through her head and just get back to sleep. She had so many things to talk to her sister about but they could all wait for tomorrow.

Breathing deep Monica smiled, hugging her sister closer. She really needed to find out what the attractive smell in Emi's hair was. As her sister dozed off into a heavy sleep Monica sniffed it deeper and deeper. Her own curiosity of what her older sister's latest adventures in the city might have unveiled.

Running her hands down her sister she felt the urge to cup and fully feel the firm breasts, bare beneath a baggy t-shirt, her hands stopping to question what she was doing as she felt the wet spot in Emi's panties. Rolling over Monica went back to sleep.