An hour after Robert had left her room, Carmen was all the while throwing and flipping her cushion, trying to get a sleep.
Carmen was overcome with fear when she realized it was her brother. She reacted irrationally as a result of her anger at that.
How many times had Carmen prayed that it should be Robert? When he finally approached her, she chased him away.
In the event that she had superseded every one of the imbued feelings and invited Robert happily, she could have had the option to execute her plan flawlessly. Executing the plan wasn’t supposed to be early, that was what Erica and her agreed on. But there was no problem if it came early.
If Katie was at home, she couldn’t have stressed over his father entering their room, or he might have entered and possibly see her was giving Robert the very thing he had stolen away from her.
The thought made her furious and irate, side smile. “Dad, I’m giving my cherry to someone that loves me. And you know what… Fuck you!” He murmured to himself with annoyance hovering over her.
And she would rather not put Robert in such a seat where their father sees him as a suspect. So, she had to control those emotions trying to control her.
Carmen shut her eyes and returned to the shower with Robert. She stiffened up when she thought about her brother’s small head jamming into her opening, but in her fantasy world, he’s gliding inside her body. Once in her life, she gave him the most valuable thing a girl can give.
Robert was the only person she would give it to, then until the end of their lives; They could look back on that special time they shared.
Why didn’t she just sneak upstairs, slip into his bed, and tell him she was having a nightmare, like Katie did?
Carmen began mentally imagining various scenarios. Her thoughts were seized and developed during her half-sleep; Robert sat on top of her naked body as she entered the dream world.
Carmen jerked her arm. It looks like when you’ve recently dozed off, and out of nowhere you’re conscious, except for she hadn’t quite recently doze off.
It was morning, and the leftovers of her last dream made her swallow hard. She searched her mind for sufficient components to construct an entire scene. It didn’t matter that she couldn’t breathe in the dream because Robert was in her throat and she might have choked.
She was amazed at how her mind could use fragments of past events to create an excellent movie while she slept. A short distance from the dirt road, Robert almost entered her in the kitchen, the shower, and the basement workout, before suddenly switching back to them having an affair. She had repeatedly been denied what she desired.
Carmen tossed the covers back and took a look at the clothing wound around her lower legs.
In the shower, while her sudsy hand moved over her groin, she knew it was clean and more attractive. She just shaved.
Fear gripped her as she thought about what their father might say if he found out about her shaven pussy. She wasn’t thinking about how their father will find out, she was just glued on what might happen if he finds out.
Carmen sat on the edge of the tub after the steam had subsided and looked down at the mirror she had propped up on the floor.
A whimper came out of her throat as she moved forward and saw her puckered ring. The delicate flesh had been licked and sunk by Erica’s tongue.
The thought of the sounds Erica made when licking her sent a chill up her back, yet the velvety froth warmed her scurrilously uncovered groin. Erica had practically done cartwheels, and Robert seemed to like it.
She spread the white froth over her lips and along her cut, battling the inclination to finger herself. The razor settled between her satiny earthy colored tissue and her vaginal section. As the blade cut through her skin, she held her breath. She felt dizzy from excitement. She gasped while perseveringly eliminating each hair.
Carmen stood after wiping off the excess cream. After stepping up on the toilet lid, she rubbed the area of her lower back where the tub’s edge had been cutting into it.
The front facing perspective on her exposed hill and the uncovered pussy lips between her legs invigorated her. She slid her hand over her stomach and over her hill. There was a smooth line that made it simple for her finger to break the seal. She was prepared.
With another need to keep moving, she ventured down and went to chip away at her towel. It had to dangle enticingly from her groin and legs’ hinges.
She stumbled up the stairs after leaving the bathroom in a mess. After she sat on him, Robert would have morning glory if he hadn’t already.
After opening Robert’s door, she entered his room and froze as she stared at the empty bed.
Carmen’s zeal, urgency, and determination all evaporated into disappointment and rage.
She sat down with her towel next to Robert’s bed, exactly where she had been the previous morning when she noticed his erection move under the sheet.
She could only compare the fear she felt when Erica first kissed her to the fear she felt when she removed her underwear to straddle his body.
She had somehow gotten around it and put her pussy on her brother’s dick.
Indeed, even through the sheet, she felt how hot he was. Her body answered naturally to the touch, like it understood what she needed before she knew.
Even as Robert awoke, her irrational desire engulfed her fear and prevented her from fleeing.
Today, without a sheet between them, things would have turned out various.
Carmen laid on her back, opened her legs and put Robert’s pad on top of her.
The desire to have a body piled on top of her was instinctual. It was relieving, tranquil, and it gave her a protected inclination.
She pressed her spread pussy against the pillow by wrapping her legs around it.
That was how she’d love it to be when Robert slid his dick into her.