Robert heard that Carmen was already in the washroom. He paid attention to the shower with his hand on the door handle. The handle was turning slightly, even though he tried not to open the door. He withdrew his hand and turned around towards his door. His sped up pulse spiked as he turned around to the washroom entryway. The door handle turned and he opened the door.
Steam floated over the shower drape. The mirror was misting. Carmen’s clothes were dispersed on the floor. He locked the entryway.
“Carm,” he said, and stripped the edge of the shower drapery away from the tile. “You forgot to lock the door.”
“No, no, I didn’t forget,” Carmen said.
His sister quit washing her hair and confronted him. The water was hitting her back. He had heard Derek say it multiple times and heard others expressing it at school, and presently he knew it. He genuinely understood how lovely Carmen was. He said nothing and neither did she, yet they were imparting.
He removed his clothes without taking his eyes off her. She watched him without moving. Cleanser slid down her smooth, olive tissue. It gathered in the pipe between her hips and trickled from her groin.
Her legs appeared to be too lengthy, and her hard, dull nipples appeared to be greater than he had envisioned them. Her bosoms were little and firm and the ideal shape.
“Need assistance?” he inquired. A shudder went through him.
“You could wash my back, and perhaps rub it a bit.” Carmen pivoted. “You hurt me.”
He realized he had, however he didn’t know which hurt she was alluding to. “I could possibly do that.”
His hands shuddered as they crawled nearer to her shoulders. Her butt looked more great than it had felt before.
“You feel pleasant,” he said. Carmen shuddered under his grip. “Is it safe to say that you are terrified?”
“Ok, you’re right and wrong.”
“Should I go?” He grasped the highest point of her shoulders and stirred his approval to the foundation of her neck. His penis had gotten hard before he realized it was developing. It was just inches away from contacting her.
She inclined more diligently on his hands. “No, don’t go.”
It worker’s day and tomorrow, neither of them would have failed to remember this incident. so, he needed to ensure they would love it. His hands worked down her back, delicately plying each muscle, while his eyes watched her butt.
“How would you do that?”
“What?” she inquired.
“Bend your back so it makes your butt looks uh… So great?” Before she replied, he got each side of her air pocket butt and pressed. It was elusive and difficult to sink his fingers in.
“Oh…uh… Robert.” She fixed her muscles.
Her body was squashed against him, his arms tight around her abdomen. Her cheeks encompassed his rooster. He talked close to her ear, “Carm?” His voice was arguing, however he didn’t have any idea what for. Did he believe that she should make him stop, or let him know it was alright?
One hand was on her tit and the other slid down her stomach. His fingers turned the adjusted corner of her pubic bone and arrived at between her legs. The center of his hand measured her hill. He maneuvered her harder onto him.
“You shave?’
“No, no, I don’t. I did, I did it once,” she said, “but…never mind.” She breathed out vigorously.
“Alright,” he said, knowing she lamented getting it done, however not figuring out why. He kissed her ear, and she pushed her pelvis forward. The wet channel that encompassed his finger was more smoking than the shower. He was insane. She needed to stop him.
All the sections between her butt cheeks was sufficiently profound to encase Robert’s chicken totally. He plunged down, pulled back on her body and slouched.
The top of his dick ground through the valley. Carmen moaned and undulated. Once more, he plunged and slouched. This time, the bulbous handle pushed through her vaginal box. The two of them froze. He had nearly gone inside her.
“Jeez!! Oh, my…. Carm!!!, Please accept my apologies.”
“Robert,” she said, and her legs crushed together. “It’s huge.”
The vulnerability in her voice was unmistakable.
“You’re shaking,” he said, and fixed his arms around her middle. “I will go. We can’t allow this to happen. We’ll think twice about it later.”
Letting go of his sister was the hardest thing he had at any point finished. They were both shaking now. She confronted him, her arm came up, then, at that point, fell back to her side. “OK,” was all she said.
She wouldn’t have been hurt if he didn’t come in search for Carmen. Would she?