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It started one miserable evening in the late July of last year. I had been sick in bed for days, slipping in and out of sleep, so much that sometimes I could not tell what was real and what was in my head. The brutal heat only added to this factor, and my discomfort. At this point in my life, I had only ever slept with one girl before. She had been my girlfriend of three months when it started, and we’d fucked about half a dozen times before her family had to move for work reasons. I was in no rush to get laid again. After all, I was only sixteen; and despite all the bragging that went on among the straight guys in my class, I’d bet anything that less than a third of them had ever even gotten blowjobs. This particular evening I was alone in the house with my twin sister Truly. My parents were out at work or dinner or something—I couldn’t quite remember the reason—and my little brother, ten-year-old Max, was still at his overnight summer camp. Anadolu yakası escort My fever was at its peak. I woke up once, and I was so weak I couldn’t open my eyes. Slowly I became aware of a moaning sound from nearby. In my tiredness, it took a while for me to realize that I was listening to Truly masturbate. It was a common enough thing to hear, what with the thin wall that separated our rooms. Normally I wore earplugs to bed—for that reason among others—but in my sickness I must have forgotten to put them in. I forced myself to get up with the intention of finding them and going back to sleep, but I stopped cold at what I saw. Truly was standing near my bed. Her denim shorts were unzipped, and her skin-tight shirt was pulled down to reveal her left tit. One hand was underneath her panties, and another was massaging her breast. When she met my eyes, she froze in fear. Her face went as white as Kurtköy escort bayan a ghost. I got a good look at her. She was a mildly attractive girl, my sister: nice hips, better-than-decent tits, if her ass was somewhat lacking. Her brown, wavy hair, though usually done up in a ponytail, now hung down naturally. I wasn’t turned on by the sight of her—just horrifyingly embarrassed. I wanted to avert my eyes, but I also felt the need to demand some sort of explanation from her. So I kept my eyes locked with hers. Neither of us said anything for a few seconds. I think she was waiting for me to speak. But then, probably brought on by my illness, I was swept by a bout of intense exhaustion, and my world slipped again into sleep. *-*-* “Feeling any better?” I shook myself awake as I tried to open my eyes. The world was fuzzy, but I could make out the shape of my father sitting on the edge of my bed. “Yeah,” Escort Maltepe I said, still half-asleep. At this point I had no recollection of the incident with Truly. “My throat isn’t as sore.” “Must be the medicine,” he said. “You might be fit for the party after all.” “Party?” I asked. It sounded more like a yawn than a word, but my dad understood. “Guess you weren’t really awake when I told you,” he said. “I’ll tell you later. Here, swallow this.” I lifted my head up, gulped down the foul-tasting medicine, and rested back onto the pillows. My father left without another word, and I almost fell asleep again. But then I remembered what had happened with Truly, and I woke up fully. It might have been a dream. After all, I had been near-delirious when it happened. There was no telling if it had actually happened. And I couldn’t just ask Truly…how weird would that sound? Hey, um, were you masturbating in my room the other night? And anyway, she was a really good liar. I tried to get back to sleep, but the image of Truly was too much to shake, even if it was just a dream. Against my better judgement, I reached down and began stroking my cock, focusing on that image of her. A small part of me kept saying, This is so wrong, you sick pervet, but I kept masturbating.

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