The following morning, Robert got up revived from the dead rest the earlier day’s difficult work, welcomed on. This evening, he would be on the racetrack doing blistering laps. That was something to be amped up for, but he was gazing at the roofs instead of getting up with the excitement of driving.
His mother will definitely not miss any of those race, she will watch him and even kiss him without considering what position he finished. Those would have been possible if he told her about the racing already.
“Now is the ideal time to start the ball rolling.” He thought and got up. Doing hot laps wasn’t racing, however squeezing the pedal down on 800 torques resembled kissing Carmen. The most unnerving thing he could fall head over heels for. He sincerely made a promise never to kiss Carmen again, and he was ready to keep on with that promise no matter the outcome.
The house was so peaceful when he came downstairs. After peeing and cleaning his teeth, Robert passed Carmen’s and Katie’s rooms, but both rooms were empty.
Katie hadn’t come higher up to remind him about her game. She will need time to move past having his rooster head stuck into her groin.
But he did strike his cock on her friend’s, but Felicia didn’t say anything of such to her, so it was sorted out.
Fucking Felicia was staggering, and he would repeat it if he had another opportunity. Sex was simple; he could do it more than ten times each day and appreciate it like clockwork in the event that love wasn’t involved.
However, being loved by Angel Rea, his former ex-girlfriend, hadn’t been complicated, and the sex was perfect as well.
The kitchen light was off, but before he flipped the switch, Robert saw Carmen. She wasn’t surprised, she was just gazing into the sink with a towel on her head and one around her body.
It would be careless, but he didn’t have the foggiest idea by what other means to lose things up. And, it would teach her a lesson for wearing a towel that doesn’t even cover the lower part of her butt cheeks.
His mom caught him off guard with a towel, but she walked with a towel without any form of fear. She wanted to lose her virginity, and maybe it was part of her plan.
He was close enough to touch her and about to shout,”Shit” when he saw how long her neck appeared without the shroud of dark hair. It was thin and sensitive.
He snatched her by the shoulders, but she didn’t do her fretful dance.
“That’s cool. You must have snuck in here like a hunter.” She said.
“You…um… Yeah, hunter.” He said, but still holding her. She smelled magnificent, and her neck was welcoming his lips to contact it. He stretched around her body, squeezed his lower arms into her stomach and pulled her against him.
It wasn’t her lips, so it wouldn’t really be kissing. His head bowed forward, and his defense misfired.
It wasn’t the scent that was coming from her hair that made him almost vulnerable.
He kissed the highest point of her shoulder, moved to the bend of her neck, then snacked that delicate tissue beneath her ear. Her head moved forward and side.
A low mumble rose from her throat. Carmen turned midway, gazed upward and licked her lips. He shut his eyes and allowed it to work out.
Right away, their enthusiasm was past what he was ready to deal with. He fixed his hold and lifted her into the kiss. His fetish brain was telling him to hang on a little while.
The blower cycled off, and the cooler went calm. It was like he had quite recently risen out of a fantasy, and the main sound was their invigorated gasping.
“Ohh…Carmen.” He woke up, and his sister was at that point gazing at him. The search in her eyes wasn’t one he knew all about, and it didn’t make him comfy.
“No, seriously, no kissing. I made that clear earlier.” He said.
He let her go and ventured back, but Carmen stepped and reached after him, and her towel fell. She wasn’t trying to get the towel.
The picture of Carmen’s pale pink, cotton-puff nipples, raising and turning a searing, got pinned to his brain.
His eyes followed her stomach down to the smooth hill between her hips. The smooth tissue expanded on each side of the cut that cut across her pubic bone. His knees were feeble.
“What’s with that look. Haven’t you seen a naked girl before?” Her voice woke him up from the trance created by her naked body, and he instantly stopped thinking about kissing those nipples down to her stomach.
“I have, haven’t… Like um… Haven’t seen you naked.” He halted himself and glanced around. It would be so natural to allow it to work out, and the most remarkable thing he would ever think of.
“No one will know. Just do it.” His fetish brain slammed him.
“What are you trying to say?” She questioned with a sexy smile extended all her face.
“You turning things around.”
“What?” She said, giggling as she took another step forward, stepping close to her towel.
“I mean… I haven’t seen my sister naked.” He said.
“I’ve seen you naked.” She said.
“We were still a kid then,” he said. “We shouldn’t see one another, or kiss. I can’t kiss you any longer.” He got the towel and pushed it at her. “Cover that.”
“Cover what?” She asked, waiting patiently for Robert to say those words. “Oh sorry.”
“But…don’t you like them?” Carmen asked, Carmen asked, and took her time fastening the towel around her body.
“That is the issue, I do… like them, to an extreme.”
“I knew that,” she said. “You can kiss me whenever you want to.”
“No, you fail to see the way things are for me.”
“Robert, I do. I like it… I mean, I like you kissing me. It’s refreshing. I satisfy me.”
“There’s something off about that. It can’t work.” He said.
“What gave you that idea that it can’t?”
He didn’t mind whose standard it was, he needed her, but he would need to leave the house at that first moment, he couldn’t stand her questions and what might happen if he spent any more time there. His self-control was slacking.
“Everything, don’t you see it. Everything brought about that idea. It just can’t happen.”
Carmen’s voice was simply over a murmur when she said, “Don’t be heartbroken. Kiss me in the event that you need to,” She said and walk away.
“It’s excessively hazardous,” he said, but Carmen continued to walk.
Robert skipped breakfast and escaped the house like it was on fire. He was rock hard and prepared, but that didn’t alarm him as it had previously. His sentiments panicked him.
His thoughts about still loving Angel Rea were all wrong at this point. Risking loving and trying to do it with Carmen might be fine with him, but he doesn’t know the level to which his dad will take it. That was a gamble he was unable to take.