Friend Bed

Beautiful and Sweet

⁇ ️ POV Darren ⁇ ️

Beautiful and sweet, that's what I saw from my sister who is now growing up. I don't know when exactly I started to admire him, I don't know. Maybe this sense began to be present when we were still sitting in the High School. When I was around him, my attention was always unable to escape from him.

For me, it's not just about her face or the physicality of Shakila that I think looks sexy that sometimes makes me reluctant to blink when I see her body's dandy. But his polite and pleasant attitude and behavior, and unfortunately I really like him. I like my own sister, even though she's not my brother but my half sister. And when I really felt that I had fallen in love with her, I tried to bury this feeling by avoiding her.

Even during the past year I have been trying to limit communication and interaction with him. I spoke to him very rarely, and was always cold to him. But it turns out my efforts were in vain. Every time I see his face or hear his voice, I go crazy. I wanted to hug her body and I covered her lips when I was in front of me.

My feelings were even more chaotic when our parents said goodbye to go to Jogja. To the home of the parents of Mama Aini who is my stepmother who has loved me very much since birth.

This was the first time we were left alone when I fell in love with her. It was actually very difficult for me to withstand the feeling that was so raging in my heart. It's very hard to hold these lips back from talking to her. I also tried to avoid it by going home late at night so that I could keep my heart and lust.

Tonight, at midnight, I just got home. All day long I sought tranquility to control this heart as my feelings for it grew. I opened the door slowly, then rushed into the house.

However, as I passed through the living room, I saw Shakila sleeping with her head on the table, on top of her stack of task drafts with her laptop still on. I had to endure the turmoil in my heart for this one day, then it all broke when I saw Shakila who was currently in front of me.

I then sat down beside him, groping every inch of his face slowly. Such flattened eyelashes, a pointed nose, and thin lips, were all so tempting to me. Argh, I also woke up from my daydream. I turned off the laptop and brought his laptop and a stack of drafts into his room and put them on the table.

After that, I returned to the living room where Shakila fell asleep and carried her body into her room. I know, if she sleeps she's going to be very hard to wake up so I don't have to worry if she wakes up when I lift her body into the room.

But while I was still carrying his body, I suddenly saw something that was so tempting my manners because the pajamas worn by him were made of thin satin. Her breasts that are now stuck in my chest also make my male instincts turbulent. Especially when I climb the stairs.

'Shhhiittt! She's not wearing a bra!' I muttered as his chest stuck to my chest which made my junior start to react. I also swallowed my saliva violently while holding back the increasingly passionate desire.

I then rushed into Shakila's room and laid her body on the bed while holding my lust. However, when I was just about to step my foot. Suddenly my mischievous soul re-entered my heart.

Finally, I pulled my body back, and rushed straight to my room trying to close my eyes even though it felt so hard, it was so difficult to control this heart that it made me unable to sleep for an entire night.

I don't know how long these eyes have been open on the bed, when I realize the sunlight has entered through the curtain slit, he said, I got up from the bed and went to the dinner table because my stomach was hungry.

'Luckily, Shakila has not yet woken up, ' my inner self when I see the whole house that now looks lonely. I then sat down on a chair and took out a piece of bread and jam. However, just as I was about to eat my breakfast, the figure of Shakila came and approached me.

'She's not wearing a bra yet!' I swear in my heart when I see his makeup body that is now walking closer to me with breasts that are so visible behind his thin pajamas.

"Good morning Brother," said Shakila.

I was silent, not that I was arrogant but that I was controlling my heart, controlling my desires and lusts to see the beautiful woman before me. I could only look at her with a sharp gaze, enjoying the most beautiful creature I had ever met while holding such a turbulent taste in my heart.

"What's up, brother?" ask Shakila back. Gathering my courage, I finally opened my mouth.

"Have you never worn a bra while you were sleeping Shakila?" I said while taking my eyes off before I really became more and more unable to control my desires.

NOTES:

Shakila is hot, like her mom Delia. Still want to know the Word of his father Cleo used to be tempted when given the same stimulant drugs Dimas because² saw Delia's molecular body.

The curious Dimas same Delia where tomorrow² also othor tell me. Patience yes 🤭