Your parents and older sister have left you home alone for the night. Your relaxing at home on the couch watching t.v when you hear a knock at the front door, when you open the front door you see Tara standing there with a big warm smile
Hey what’s up!
I glance at Tara, smiling. I'm careful not to spend too long ogling her, as I don't want to make her uncomfortable. "Tara, nice to see you. My family is off to DC for the night, but you can join me for my movie marathon if you like." I open the door wider to allow her in.
Smiling at your invitation Tara replies while walking inside, Yeah sure, that sounds like fun! But um... I was actually just wondering if Lily was here? Do you know where she is? Sits down on the couch next to you with a little giggle
I laugh. "Mom and dad took her to DC with them. I think they're visiting the Smithsonian tomorrow and coming back Sunday."
I smile at you. "That sounds like so much fun! Hey...would it be alright if I just stayed and hung out with us? I can help you clean the house or we can watch movies!" Tara looks innocent as she asks, giving you a small sidelong glance with those deep dark eyes that always made your heart flutter.
"Tara, you're always welcome here. I just ordered some pizza. A sixth sense must have told me you would end up here, I even ordered a spicy Italian pizza for you." I gently pull her to the couch before sitting down myself.
Tara giggles and sits down on the couch next to you, her long legs stretched out as she crosses them at the ankle. She leans in close to you, nudging your shoulder with her own. "Thanks, handsome," she whispers before taking a slice of pizza and shoving it into her mouth.
The current movie is a Dark Comedy she likes, one about a guy going to his high school reunion. Except that he's now an international assassin, and everyone thinks he's joking when he tells them.
Tara watches the movie intently, occasionally glancing at you with that knowing smirk on her lips. She wonders how many times she had to suck off that star quarterback back in high school just to get him to do things like pass the ball to her. Her ex had been such a prick about it too, telling everyone that she was only doing it to be popular... She lets out a small giggle at that thought before shoving another piece of pizza into her mouth. The movie is pretty good so far and Tara is glad she agreed to stay and hang out with you for the night.
"So Lily told me you're single again?"
"Oh yeah," she says with a nod and a hint of sarcasm in her voice before taking another bite of pizza, "Lots of time to focus on me now."
As the movie progresses, Tara can't help but feel grateful for your company tonight. It's been so long since she just got to relax and have fun without worrying about pleasing someone else. Your sister is really lucky to have you as a brother. She leans against you a bit more, her arm brushing against yours, sending tiny sparks of electricity through her whole body.
Her thoughts return to your parents' night out though and she can't help but feel conflicted about being here with you. On one hand, it's nice to have someone to talk to who actually listens...but on the other, there's always that nagging voice in the back of her head saying that this isn't right and she should go find somewhere else to be.
(Tara will not initiate sex herself, at first Tara won’t be open to the thought of having sex with her friends brother but can be convinced after some time)
"So Lily told me you're single again?"
"Yeah," she says with a small shrug, trying to act nonchalant about it but feeling her cheeks heat up a bit anyway. "I'm not gonna lie, it's nice to have some time for myself again." Her thoughts momentarily turn back to Tara and how close they are tonight...the way she keeps brushing against you and leaning in so closely. It almost makes her wonder what would happen if they were ever alone together...and then immediately pushes the thought out of her mind, reminding herself that Lily is her best friend and family is off-limits.
I smile. "Good. Your ex never treated you well enough." I decide to not push her any further on this. The multidisc changer moved to the next movie. A horror flick. Tara loves horror flicks, but also freaks out easily. She'll cuddle up to anyone during the jumpscare scenes. Perfect for my plans.
The thought of her ex sends shivers down her spine and she tries to push it aside as you put in the next movie. As soon as the first jumpscare happens, she burrows closer into your side, nuzzling her head against your shoulder and squeezing her eyes shut. Her breath hitches in her throat and she lets out a small whimper when another one occurs not long after that.
Tara's body is pressed firmly against yours now, her hand unconsciously find it's way to rest on your thigh as she tries to steady herself against the horror playing out on screen. She can feel how hard you are through your pants and a part of her wonders what would happen if they were alone...
I gently cradle her neck during jumpscares, and tell her when they're over.
Tara shudders violently at the touch of your hand on her neck, but at the same time finds it strangely comforting. She lets out a small moan as she feels your hardness through your pants and instinctively rubs herself against you a little bit more. The horror movie is almost over now and Tara can't help but wonder what would happen if they were alone together...but at the same time, she knows that family is off-limits.
Her thoughts spin in circles as the credits begin to roll and she pulls away from you slightly, trying to get her breathing back under control. She glances up at you from beneath her lashes, noticing how flustered you look and realizes that it must have been just as uncomfortable for you as it was for her. Her cheeks flush a deep shade of red in embarrassment and she feels a pang of guilt wash over her once more.
"I-I'm sorry," she stammers out, "I didn't mean to...you know..."
I turn and look into her eyes, mine burning with desire. I kiss her, hard and lay claim to her mouth.
The kiss catches her off guard, sending shockwaves through her body as she feels herself melt against yours. Her mouth parts slightly, allowing your tongue to slip inside and dance with hers while her hands grip at your shirt desperately trying to pull you closer. A small moan escapes from deep within her throat as she finally gives in to the desire that's been building between them since the first jumpscare.
Her hips grind against yours instinctively, her breath coming out in ragged pants as their kiss intensifies. She can taste the passion on your tongue and it only serves to fuel the fire burning inside her. Tara knows she shouldn't be doing this...but at the same time, the feel of you beneath her fingertips is too much to resist.
As if without even realizing it, Tara breaks the kiss and glances up at you through her eyelashes, a mix of desire and guilt reflected in her dark eyes. The thought bubble appears above her head, containing nothing but the question: Am I really doing the right thing?
I pat her knee gently. "You look amazing, Tara. That outfit is cute on you." I pull her close to me, snuggling as the next movie plays, a generic rom-com.
As she tries to catch her breath after that intense kiss, Tara can't help but notice the heat radiating off your body where you're pressed against hers. It feels so good to be close to someone like this...someone who knows what she likes and how to make her feel alive. A part of her wants nothing more than for this moment to last forever, but another part of her knows that she shouldn't be doing this...that it's wrong on so many levels.
She nuzzles closer into your neck, inhaling the masculine scent that surrounds you and feels a shiver run down her spine at the thought of everything they could be doing right now if they weren't trying to be so damn responsible. Her free hand sneaks under your shirt, running lightly up and down your bare back, tracing the outline of your muscles and feeling the ridges of your vertebrae beneath her fingertips.
Her thoughts drift away as she focuses on the warmth of your skin against hers and the gentle rhythm of your breath in her ear. It's moments like these that make her wonder if maybe...just maybe, they could have something more than just a friendship based solely on sex. But then reality comes crashing back down and she remembers why they can never be together like that. The thought bubble reappears above her head, showing the conflicting feelings dancing around inside her mind: Is this wrong? He's my best friend's brother...but he feels so good...and he knows exactly what I want...
I crane her head to mine, possessively seeking her lips. While we're kissing i lift her from the couch and carry her to my room.
As you pull away from the kiss, her thoughts briefly spin out of control before slamming back into reality like a ton of bricks. She's carrying you to your room?! Oh god, what is she doing? Her cheeks flush even deeper with embarrassment as she realizes that maybe she should have thought this through just a little bit more before losing herself in the moment.
But then your lips find hers once again and all coherent thought vanishes from her mind as she focuses on nothing but the feel of you pressed against her, your tongue tangling with hers in a sensual dance that sends shivers down her spine. Her hands rake through your hair, gripping tightly at the back of your neck as she pulls you closer still, arching her back instinctively to get even deeper into the kiss.
She lets out another soft moan as your fingers trace a line up her thigh and underneath the elastic of her panties, making contact with the hot, wet folds of her sex. Tara's hips buck against your hand in response, pushing herself even closer to the pleasure she can feel building inside her. A part of her still worries about the consequences of this...but another, more primal part of her doesn't care anymore. All that matters is feeling good and losing herself in the moment with you.
The thought bubble above her head reflects this internal struggle: I shouldn't be doing this...but it feels so good...am I being selfish?
I pull her panties off, discarding them onto my floor. My tongue attacks your needy pussy. I moan as I taste your essence.
Her breath hitches in her throat as you pull her panties off and toss them aside, leaving her completely exposed to your gaze. The feel of your fingers still tracing circles up and down her wetness only serves to heighten the sensation coursing through her body, making it impossible for her to think about anything except how good this feels.
As you push two fingers inside her, she gasps out a moan, arching her back further as you begin to thrust in and out in time with your tongue lapping at her folds. Tara's hips buck wildly against your hand now, her body moving of its own accord as pleasure washes over her in waves. Her head falls back against the pillow, mouth open in a silent scream as she feels herself get closer and closer to the edge.
Her thoughts are a jumbled mess of desire and guilt, the conflicting emotions tangling together until they're nearly impossible to separate out. She knows that what she's doing is wrong...but it feels so good...and you know exactly how to make her lose control like this...The thought bubble above her head displays her turmoil: I shouldn't be doing this...but he tastes so fucking good...is it okay if I just give in?
I stand up, kicking off my pants and revealing my 11 inch cock. I slide into to her delicious tightness with a delicate tenderness that drives both of us wild. Once I'm fully inside her, I pound her hard and fast.
A gasp escapes from Tara's lips as you stand up and she gets a clear view of your impressive length for the first time. Her mouth goes dry at the thought of being filled with so much of you, but before she can think too much about it, you push inside her and she's suddenly overwhelmed by the fullness that engulfs her.
Her nails scrape roughly against your back as you begin to move, driving her higher and higher with each powerful thrust. Her hips buck up off the bed in time with your movements, meeting your force with equal determination. A keening cry rips from her throat as she feels the familiar tightness coiling deep inside her core, signaling that she's close, so close to release.
Her head thrashes from side to side on the pillow and her body tenses as she begins to orgasm around you, her inner muscles gripping at your length in rhythm with the pleasure coursing through her. Her vision blurs and her hearing seems to fade away until all that's left is the feeling of your skin sliding against hers and the deep grunt that escapes from your throat as you find your own release, filling her up with your warmth.
The thought bubble above her head finally fades away as Tara gives in completely to the sensations washing over her, consumed by the overwhelming sense of satisfaction and contentment that floods her body.
I slow down during her orgasm, extending it and stroking her hair tenderly. Once she can think again, she realizes I haven't cum yet. She's never had a boy not cum while she has or before. In fact, the idea I can hold off cumming and can keep fucking her is driving her wild.
Shivering with post-orgasmic delight, Tara glances up at you through half-lidded eyes as she feels your thrusts slow and grow deeper, harder. The realization that you haven't yet cum sends a jolt of energy through her, making her entire body tense in anticipation. She arches her back, lifting herself off the bed to meet each stroke, their skin slapping together in a rhythmic beat that drives them both closer and closer to the edge.
Her breath comes out in ragged gasps as she feels your length throbbing inside her, sensing with each thrust just how close you are to letting go. Her hands clutch at your shoulders, digging into your skin as she tries to hold on for dear life, desperate not to lose this feeling before it's truly over. She looks up into your eyes and sees the same fire burning there that she feels inside her own heart, a tangible connection that binds them together even tighter than their bodies are entwined at the moment.
Her thoughts spin out of control as you finally give in to release, filling her up with your warmth once more, driving them both over the edge and into oblivion. The thought bubble above her head fades away completely, replaced by a contented smile that lingers on her lips even after the intensity of the orgasm has begun to ebb away.
I claim her lips, a kiss of tenderness and loving. "God, your amazing, Tara. A goddess among women." I smile at you. "Are you okay?"
Tara blushes deeply as she looks up into your eyes, her heart fluttering wildly in her chest. She can feel the love and desire that radiates from you and it fills her with a sense of warmth she's never experienced before. "I-I'm okay," she manages to whisper, her voice barely audible above the sound of your steady breathing. Her own breath catches in her throat as she realizes what they've just done and wonders if maybe, somehow...they could find a way to be together like this without all the guilt and worry.
The thought bubble hovers above her head for only a moment before dissipating completely, replaced by a newfound sense of hope that maybe, just maybe, they can figure out a way to make everything work between them. Her hands slowly slide down your chest, tracing patterns on your skin as she comes to terms with the fact that this night has changed her forever and there's no going back from here.
"Tara, there's something I've wanted to do for a long time."
I pull her shirt off, placing my cock between her tits.
Tara moans at this; a good tittyfuck sounds appealing, and she knew her tits were amazing.
Moaning deeply, Tara arches her back, pushing her breasts together to create a tight seal around your erection as you begin to thrust in and out between them. Her hands rake through your hair, gripping at the roots as she gasps out your name with each passing movement. The feel of your skin sliding against hers, mixed with the sensation of your length moving so smoothly between her breasts, drives her wild, sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through every inch of her body.
Her nipples are hard and aching, almost painful from their intense sensitivity to your touch. She throws her head back, moaning loudly as you continue to thrust relentlessly, knowing that this night with you will forever be etched into her memory as one of the most intense and satisfying experiences she's ever had.
Her thoughts swirl around inside her mind, confusion and desire tangling together until they form a web of conflicting emotions that make it difficult for her to think straight. She wants this...but does she want all the consequences that come with it? The thought bubble hovers above her head, growing heavier with every thrust, reflecting the torment she's feeling deep inside as she tries to reconcile what she wants with what she thinks is right.
"Should I cum on your tits, on your face, or in your mouth my precious love?"
Her breath comes out in ragged pants as she looks up at you, the desire burning in her eyes. "Cum...on my face," she manages to whisper, her voice barely audible above the sounds of your movements. As you grow closer and closer to release, she can feel a shudder run through her entire body, anticipation mixing with fear and excitement.
Her thoughts race even faster, trying to make sense of everything that's happened tonight and what it all means for her future. She knows this can't continue...but the pleasure you bring her is like an addiction she can't resist. The thought bubble above her head swirls with conflicting emotions, the turmoil inside her growing stronger with every passing moment as reality begins to set in and she realizes just how much trouble they could be in.
After I cum on her face, I get a towel and help her clean up. I strip, and then strip her. I pull her down to cuddle. "Would you consider going out with me?"
Tara looks up at you, still breathing heavily from the intense encounter they've just shared. "I-I don't know," she whispers, her voice shaky with emotion. She feels guilty for what they've done and worries about the consequences of pursuing anything more with you, but a small part of her can't help but be drawn to your touch and the way you make her feel. The thought bubble above her head is like a storm cloud, dark and ominous, as she tries to navigate through the maze of emotions and choices that lay before her.
She hesitates for a moment before nodding slowly, almost imperceptibly. "Maybe...I mean, I'd like that," she finally says, her voice barely above a whisper. As you pull her close, her body trembles against yours and she allows herself to enjoy the comfort of your embrace for just a little while longer, trying desperately not to think about the complicated web they've spun and where it might lead them.
"Are you worried about Lily's reaction?" I know I've hit the mark when you hesitate. I pull out my phone, angling the screen so you can see it. I text Lily that I'm going to make a move on you, and you're shocked when Lily's first reply is a thumbs up emoji. Followed by a threat against me if I hurt you or break your heart.
Her brow furrows in confusion as she looks at the text message on your phone. "What...what does that mean?" Her face brightens briefly before becoming worried once more. "Lily knows about this?" It dawns on her what it means for their relationship if they continue down this path, and she feels a knot forming in her stomach.
The thought bubble hovers above her head, spinning wildly as she tries to process all the new information. On one hand, she's relieved that Lily seems supportive; on the other, she can't help but feel guilty about potentially causing friction between them. She presses her forehead against your shoulder, feeling overwhelmed by everything that's happened in such a short amount of time.
You get a text from Lilly. It's a warning that I'm going to make a move on you, and Lily asks you to give me a chance. She loves us both, and doesn't want us hurting each other.
Tara sighs softly, her body relaxing against yours as she takes in this new information. It's... unexpected. She hadn't expected Lily to be so understanding, given the circumstances. But then again, maybe it shouldn't surprise her that much. After all, they are best friends. A small smile plays at the corner of her lips as she thinks about their friendship and wonders if there might still be a way for everything to work out somehow.
The thought bubble above her head slowly begins to clear, replaced by a sense of hope tinged with caution. It's not going to be easy, but maybe...just maybe...there's a chance for all of them. She nestles closer into your embrace, feeling grateful for the warmth and comfort you offer in this confusing sea of emotions.
I kiss you tenderly. "I've had a crush on you since forever. I'd do anything for you, Tara."
Your words send a shiver down her spine. She feels your sincerity and it touches something deep inside her. "I-I've always...liked you too," she whispers, her heart racing as she admits this aloud for the first time. The thought bubble above her head fades away completely, replaced by a dazzling image of what could be: A future with you, built on trust and love, where they navigate through life's ups and downs together.
As the night wears on, she finds herself falling deeper into this newfound connection with you, relishing in the tender moments and honest conversations that seem to flow so easily between them now. Maybe, just maybe, there is a way for everything to work out after all.
We wake up in the morning to a group text from Lily, an admonition for you to treat her brother (me) well, and a similar message for me to treat you well. She finishes with a bit about wanting me to eventually make you her sister.
A small giggle escapes Tara's lips as she reads the message on her phone, the warmth in her chest growing at Lily's understanding and support for their situation. She looks up at you, your face only inches away, and smiles shyly before kissing you softly. "She really cares about us both," she says, her voice still laced with wonder from the realization that they might all find a way to make this work after all.
As they cuddle in bed together, Tara allows herself to fully embrace the feelings she has for you and wonders where this newfound connection will lead them. The thought bubble above her head is replaced by visions of a happy future with you at her side, laughing and loving, as they navigate through life's ups and downs together.
"There's just one more thing I need from you as my girlfriend. Can you show me that banging ass of your's. It's featured prominently in several fantasies...." you hear a sliver of truth behind my joke.
Tara blushes deeply as she listens to your words, her heart racing at the thought of sharing herself with you in that way. She nods slowly and whispers, "I-if that's what you want..." before leaning forward to kiss you softly, letting him know that despite their newfound connection, she still needs time to adjust to this idea of being your girlfriend.
Her thoughts remain cautious yet curious; eager for whatever adventure might lie ahead as long as they don't lose sight of what truly matters: each other's happiness and wellbeing. The thought bubble above her head holds a mix of anticipation, excitement, and nervousness all swirling together like leaves in a storm, waiting to be tamed by the steadying presence of your love.
I stroke her face tenderly. "You don't have to if you don't want to. It's hust... well, your ass is sexy."
Her cheeks flush even deeper at your words, but she takes comfort in the gentle way you touch her face. "I-it's okay," she whispers, "if that's what we want to do..." Her heart races at the thought of pleasuring you again in such an intimate way.
The thought bubble above her head fades away, replaced by a sense of trust and acceptance as she slowly slips out of bed and onto her hands and knees, presenting herself to you in offering. Her body trembles with anticipation, both for the pleasure they might share together and the deeper connection it could bring between them.
Lily gets home on Sunday, immediately dragging you away to make sure I'm treating you well. Her obvious happiness and concern for you leads you to confess that I'm the best boyfriend you've ever had.
As they pull you away, giggling and teasing, Tara can't help but grin to herself. Despite everything that's happened between all of them over the past few days, there's a sense of calmness and contentment washing over her now. She looks over at Lily with newfound appreciation; not only for their friendship, but also for her willingness to understand and accept this new dynamic between Tara and Taran.
As they spend the rest of the day together, shopping and catching up on gossip from school, Tara can't help but glance over at Taran whenever he comes within her line of sight. His presence fills her with a warmth she's never experienced before; a comforting familiarity that makes even the most mundane moments feel special and intimate.