Belongs to Other Women
The story of Lisa 11
Max POV's.
Enjoying the body of the woman now before me, I mercilessly kissed her lips, took a sip of her skin even I touched her twin hills hidden under her underwear. The sigh produced by his mouth and reaching my ears, made me even more wild.
Never before have I been like this. A similar scene that I usually only see in movies marked red, now I do it. Makes me even more curious about the tickling taste that my friends often tell me. Slowly my hands began to walk down her smooth skin, continuing downwards. With my tongue and mouth still playing up there. Suddenly the body of the woman below me shook violently, instead of stopping I became more and more. Stamped his body up to the waist and seemed to wake up!
I blinked my eyes many times when I saw his head being raised so that his neck could be stared at from my current position. His body weakened again, even when I pecked his lower abdomen there was no big reaction he showed. I went back up, his breathing was stingy, his eyes were still closed.
At that moment I realized what I had done. Looking at her overwhelmed made my hand quickly pull the half-fallen blanket onto the floor, to cover her half-open body.
Guilt instantly entered my soul.
'What have I done?' sontakku in my heart.
Without a second thought I grabbed her body, bringing her into my arms. My lips can no longer say anything. Silent. My ears are only able to catch the sound of Lisa's breathing that is still irregular. "Max ...."
"Sstttt .. it's time for bed." I immediately interrupted before he spoke more.
I stroked her body covered in a warm blanket, letting her fall asleep in my arms. I'm really sorry I abused her. What kind of man am I. Cannot control the lust. I cursed myself because it was dark to see Lisa who probably didn't mean to tease me. Maybe I misinterpreted it.
About two hours later I held him, his breathing was again sounding regular. Next to my hand has also started to 'vigorate' because it supports Lisa's head. Yeah, he's been sound asleep. Slowly I let go of my hand that was her cushion. For a moment I looked at her innocent face that was lurking into dreamland. I don't know what is appearing in his dream until both corners of his lips look interested. He painted a faint smile on his face. Well-favoured.
Yes, everyone will say, that she is beautiful. Her blue iris shone, her lapper lashes shaded her so sweet face. Not to mention the two dimples that adorn both corners of his smile. No one will not smile when they see it. Plus the thin lips are so charming adam. Just this time I looked at her face this close and I realized all of that.
You idiot!
She is my sister's best friend, I can't take advantage of their relationship. I quickly shook off the feelings in my heart and mind. I can't get stuck and I can't lose control of myself like that. I have to look after him, not ride him. It's totally immoral.
I got off the bed slowly, so that Lisa would not wake up from her deep sleep, then sneak up to the door to get out of her room. Closing the door to his room slowly. After I got out of the room, I was able to breathe with relief. My heart is beating normally again. I grabbed my hair as I walked to the table in front of the television to pick up a pack of my cigarette boxes I had left there. Then move back to the backyard.
I lit a lighter and burned the tip of my cigarette, then smoked the tobacco which gradually began to be devoured by fire in a filtered twisting paper. My mind wandered far away, remembering the glimpses of every scene I had done with Lisa. A scene I never imagined before. I exhaled my cigarette smoke violently.
Sitting in the backyard of this house really makes my heart peaceful. Makes my mind clear, but throbbing. Yeah, right now my head really hurts, feels dizzy. I don't know what the cause is.
I have spent a few cigarettes here, until finally the package is left, without contents. Just thinking about what else I would do right now. It's impossible if I leave it with an unlocked door. After hours of sitting out here, I finally decided to go back inside and use the bathroom next to the kitchen to clean my body. I just remembered that I haven't had a shower.
When the time has shown at two in the morning, my eyes still can not be closed. Even busy looking at the white ceiling of the room decorated with a simple light bulb. I went back and forth several times to turn off the lights of this television room, and then stood up again to turn it on. Maybe I've done that more than three times.
Yes, I chose to lie on the sofa in front of the television of this house. Because it's impossible if I lie down in her parents' room first, or go back in Lisa's room, it's not even possible. I have to keep my distance if I don't want to feel my head pulsing.
The more time passed, the more difficult my eyes were to close. My mind thinks of the no-no. Even my feelings for Lisa are getting stronger. Not to protect her as a sister, but bigger than that. And there was a slight vibration of desire to always make her laugh as well as happy. What is this feeling? My brain and heart are starting to fall out of line.
I sat down from my bed on the sofa. Then staring at the wall clock attached to the television, it was 5 in the morning. I pulled out my phone and put it in my pants pocket while standing. I decided to look at Lisa again before I left her home.
I stepped foot into Lisa's room. Looked at him who was completely asleep. Tired of my actions, maybe. The tip of my lips lifted, smiling blandly while lamenting the fate that befell me and him. How lyrical.
I bowed my body and peeked at her forehead, at which time I again felt a different vibration, completely different. Lisa moved, I quickly let go of my lips attached to her forehead so she wouldn't wake up. Then I left him who was still in his dreamland.
I came out of the back door, having previously checked once again the condition of the front door, it was locked or not. Before leaving Lisa's house, I looked around her house and promised in my heart to always make her smile.
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"Where are you from? Just came home this morning. This house is not a boarding house!" mamah who turned out to wake up and sit in the middle room. I was surprised to see my mom there. I took a breath and walked over to him.
Without saying anything, I immediately sat down next to him and laid my head on his lap. "Loh loh loh, mamah is not madirin you, mamah cuman—"
"It's okay, Mah. I was wrong just coming home at this hour," I said interrupting my parents' speech alley live the only one I have. Mom immediately stroked my head. "I should have gone home a little bad."
Plaque!!
Suddenly mamah patted me gently on the cheek as a sign of his annoyance. Maybe because I heard the continuation of my words. I rubbed my cheeks while chuckling amusedly. I turned my face to look at Mama. Then smile at him.
"If one day I have my own family and have children. Do you want to keep treating me like a gini, if I have a problem?" I said as I grabbed one of his hands and then placed his palm on my cheek. Mamah just looked at me while frowning her forehead.
Once again he patted me gently on the cheek with his hand that I still hold. "In the eyes of mama, until anytime, your entire life will remain a mama's child. And you're mama's first child." Mamah said it very clearly and it seemed as if it was nourishing my soul. Removing for a moment the problems that come to my soul and body. I just smile.
"Well there, take a shower. As soon as you. Have breakfast rest again."
I got up from my mother's lap and kissed her cheek and walked into the room to rest. Kuraih knob the door, open it and then close the door back to my room. Leaned on the door leaf, thinking of Lisa who would be leaving this city in a few days.
Suddenly I felt a very painful pain in one corner of the recesses of my heart. I was too late to realize all this. I was late to admit that I was interested in him. Because all this time I thought, I only loved him as a sister, but in fact my heart asked for more.
How am I going to face these next few days?
It's impossible if I say this to Tika, it's highly unlikely. He could be furious. What else if he finds out about last night.
I walked towards the bed unbuttoning my shirt one by one, then removed it from my body and threw it away in any direction. I finally threw my body into the middle of the bed. Staring at the ceiling of my room while looking at the series of krystal lights hanging there.
My chest feels tight. I breathe the air around me greedily. Then exhale it with a single breath through the mouth. It feels so weird if a problem involves feelings! Why is feeling always unpredictable? Why do feelings change in a fraction of a second?
Wh why?
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Tika POVs.
The sunlight began to sneak in coyly through the window curtains of my room. The warmth of the morning sunshine reached the surface of my facial skin, so inevitably, I had to open my eyes, stretch my muscles.
"Oah!!" I pulled my hands and feet, wriggling with all my strength until in some parts of my body produced a sound due to aching that was still felt due to yesterday's trip. Then for a moment I smiled in welcome today.
Rise from my sleep and grab my phone lying on the table next to my bed. Then I shifted my thumb to scroll the pictures I took yesterday while on the beach with Lisa and Max. But I'm more with Lisa. Quietly a smile bloomed at both corners of my lips. We both have one thing in common and a clear resemblance, which is dimples.
So many photos were taken yesterday and I've never had a photo like this with Lisa before. Even if there were, our faces would have been nothing sane. Yes, it always deliberately creates a face look ugly or even disgusting. I chuckled at some of the photos until suddenly my door was knocked by someone out there.
Tokk tokk!
I raised my head, saw the door latch attached, so I had to get up and open the door myself. Can't just ask to enter as if the person is knocking on the outside. With a half-lazy step I headed towards the door. Slide the latch and then press the doorknob and open it. The figure of a mama stood in the doorway.
"Why, Mah?" my broom.
Mamah just glared at me from head to toe. Then raised both hands and gripped his own waist alias dabbled waist. "You sleep in that shirt?" the screams made my eyes blink a few times.
At first glance I looked down at the clothes I was sleeping with last night. "Simpet change, Mah, last night so come straight to sleep. Eat no," my rent while turning back towards my bed, leaving the door open and mamah following me behind.
"What time are you home? So that's until it's that slob." Mamah immediately opened my pillowcase and roller cover to wash. While I chose to sit on my dresser chair, having previously taken my phone from the bed.
"It's late for the way home!" my lips while rubbing my eyes due to eye patches that still feel there.
Suddenly the mama who had been pulling the bedsheet, released it from my bed, sat suddenly there. I who saw the mamah's reaction felt a little confused. Feels weird. Then I asked my mother why and she immediately replied, "If you guys come home in the afternoon, it means before eight o'clock at night has arrived home dong after nganter Lisa?" terka mamah, sorting events by events.
"Maybe's. Why the hell, Mah?" I began to wonder about that behavior. It was as if something made him unreasonable.
"If so .. why did Max just come home an hour ago?" ask mama again while looking at me sharply.
I rounded my eyes, glaring in disbelief at what you just said. Mamah also said that Max still uses a baby brown shirt that he wore yesterday morning when he stopped by the office.
"Maybe he came out again, Mah." I tried to say that sentence only it calmed his feelings, in order to stop thinking no-no to my first brother. Because at a fairly mature age, Max has never introduced his girlfriend. What he brought home once was introduced under the pretext of being a friend only, nothing more.
Therefore, the mother becomes worried twice as much as before she enters this phase. Not to mention he will be in full control of all papah legacy assets later after he graduated from college. So, you feel the need to get to know the woman who approached you. The reason is simple, mamah is afraid if you get an evil and realistic daughter-in-law like soap operas that often appear on television or doom stories that are often written in novels today.
I giggle amused if I recall the reason mamah. For me, it was too drama. In fact, not infrequently I say to mama, if not too hallucinating, for fear that all will actually come true and happen so quickly. Unexpectedly. Right no?
Why not just try to think positively?
Who knew the results would also have a positive impact on the future?
Who know?
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Loha ...
Just info, later if the title of KTS is finished, the script there will I move to this title, so you are not confused.
While waiting for all that, just enjoy what has been served.
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