ENG - My best friend's sister ᵐᶦᵏᵉʸ ˣ ᵒᶜ

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It's just a kiss without meaning, isn't it?

Without releasing myself from her, I gently push her back into the bed again and bend over her as before. I take my hands off her face to better support myself and the feeling of her body under me still drives me crazy. She returns the kiss shyly and carefully, as if afraid of doing something wrong. I tilt my head a little to the side to intensify the kiss and feel her slowly getting into it.
As I kiss her lips, I can taste her sweet flavor on my tongue and want more of it, so the kiss doesn't stay as innocent, but becomes more and more demanding. When I stroke her lower lip with my tongue, she flinches a little under me at first, as if she were exposed to unfamiliar touches. But then she hesitantly opens her mouth, and our tongues touch for the first time. We explore each other cautiously, and I feel her inexperience and insecurity, which slowly turns into curiosity and desire. Our tongues dance together, tenderly.
Meanwhile, my body burns with desire, and my heart beats way too fast. I feel every fiber of my body longing for her. I want to feel her, smell her, have her taste on my tongue. I want to take her into me and become one with her.

When we break the kiss, I look at her and notice her accelerated breathing. Her chest rises and falls rapidly as she gasps for air. I can feel her warm breath on my skin and sense her sweet scent. Her eyes are still slightly glazed - this girl definitely cries too much. As before, I take her petite hands and fix them back above her head so she can't break free.
"If we're going to make out, we might as well go further," I say. She opens her mouth to say something, but I interrupt her by kissing her neck and sucking on a spot. I hear her gasp briefly and pull on her arms, probably out of reflex, but I continue to hold her. As I pull away from her neck, I see the dark stain I left behind. Through the dim light, it acts like a sign, signaling that she is mine. It's a shield that will keep other guys away from her, because everyone has seen that she's here with me, that she belongs to me.
Belongs to me.
"You're not saying anything against it, so it's okay?", I ask her as my fingers continue to cup her wrists, looking at her. Her eyes glance to the side for a moment before she looks back at me. All I can see is her barely noticeable shake her head and say a barely audible "no" as a single tear rolls down her cheek.
"Come on, there's nothing to it," I whisper seductively in her ear, letting my lips lightly graze the shell of her ear. I place a kiss under her ear before continuing down the path, leaving my lips a trail of kisses on the crook of her neck. I feel the excitement in my body and that my desire for her is rising. All the while I just want to scare her, show her how defenseless she is, that she should be more careful, but damn, I find it so hard to hold back.

I breathe softly, "It's without obligations," while I tenderly stroke her side with my free hand and feel her muscles tense under my fingers. My thumb slides up her top as I do so, slowly revealing her belly. I watch her reaction intently as the dim light in the room plays around our faces. She closes her eyes slightly, but leaves them open just wide enough to see me. As I push her top up further, the center of her body opens to reveal her delicate bra lace encircling her breasts. I run my hand over the contours of her bra, and she flinches involuntarily. I notice her breathing quicken and her chest rise and fall violently.
Don't lose control, I admonish myself in thought, even though my hands can't suppress her desire for closeness and touch.
"Of no consequence," I continue softly, my gaze fixed firmly on her eyes. My hand continues to glide over her body, feeling each and every rise of her ribs. I can feel her soft skin under my fingers and linger briefly at her belly button before exploring further. I feel her body contract slightly under my touch and she gets goosebumps, which makes me smile slightly and further ignites my desire. I place my lips on hers again and feel the delicate touch of her soft lips, which she gently returns. My heart is pounding faster and faster and damn, it wasn't supposed to be like this
"No feelings," I whisper again as I slide my hand over her slender waist and feel the contours of her hip. My heart tightens as I utter these words, because deep inside I feel that I have already developed feelings for her, feelings that I can no longer suppress at this moment. I let my fingers slowly slide lower until they reach the hem of her shorts. I lightly play with the waistbands and begin to slowly pull the pants down. With each inch I pull her pants down, I feel the growing tension in her body and ease off before too much is visible. Meanwhile she holds her breath and presses her full lips tightly together.

Although I hear a soft whimper from her, she makes no attempt to resist. Her restraint turns me on, and I let my hand slide further along her leg, which is covered in fine goose bumps. Her muscles tense under my touch as I gently stroke along the inside of her thigh. As I get closer to her most intimate part and lift and angle her leg, I feel a gentle resistance from her for the first time and her body squirms under my touch.
I lick over her lower lip, which feels seductively wet, and whisper against her lips, "Just having fun." My words are soft and murmuring, and I can feel her responding to my voice. Her pupils are dilated and her breathing is shallow and rapid as I simultaneously place my hand on her butt and lift her slightly with a jerk to press her firmly against me. The center of our bodies is separated only by a minimal distance. She draws in her breath sharply and tries again to free her arms, which I still hold by the wrists. I feel her slight exertion, but can effortlessly hold against it. As our eyes meet, I see an inexplicable mixture of fear and desire in her eyes, heightened by the dim light, and damn does it make me incredibly hot.
Her slight squirming beneath me, the soft gasp she tries convulsively to suppress, and those kisses and touches make the blood rush to my southern region. My arousal is slowly building and I want nothing more than to pull her even closer to me. Because all this definitely does not leave me cold.
I want to touch her, taste her, feel her. I just want everything from her.

Hold back, I admonish myself in thought as I look at her.
She whispers, barely audible, "You're not going to hurt me ... you just want to scare me." Her voice trembles slightly, and I can tell she's trying hard to stay calm.
"Oh yeah? I could do whatever I want right now. After all, you don't fight back and you're weak. Just because you're crying and telling me to stop doesn't mean I have to stop," I counter softly, looking at her closely. She's so fragile and vulnerable, but I can't stop provoking her. Even though I know I'm being mean, I can't stop.
"No. I trust you. That's why I'm not resisting," she says firmly, looking at me with a determined look. My heart begins to beat faster. She's braver than I expected. But it's also a strange feeling that she trusts me so blindly.
"You shouldn't trust me so much," I admit quietly, letting go of her hands. Instead, I clasp her slender neck with my hand and pull her closer to me, allowing me to feel her breath on my face. I want to kiss her again at that moment, but I know I have to hold back. I'm not sure if I'm strong enough to stop if it continues like this.

As much as I want her to give herself to me, I can't take advantage of her naivety. She is so innocent and pure, and yet I can't take my eyes off her incredibly soft lips that are slightly parted. Something about her attracts me and I know I want her - no matter what the cost. But I must not, must not give in to this impulse. As I look at her, I get closer and closer, and I can already feel her breath on my face.
It's just a kiss, it has no meaning, I tell myself in my mind and kiss her again. She returns it and this time our tongues immediately meet in a passionate dance. An unusual tingling sensation spreads through me and I know I can hardly hold back.
Slowly, but firmly, I let my hand wander from her butt over her hip and finally over her waist, while I slide my fingers back down the hem of her top. I reluctantly disengage from her, feeling incredibly vulnerable and exposed at the same time because I have revealed my feelings to her in this way, giving her the power to hurt me.
"Go to sleep now, I have something to do," I say and get up. Before she can say anything, I leave the trailer and close the door behind me. I take a deep breath and prop myself up against the wall with one hand and run the other through my hair. I'm confused and scared because I know that if I'm not careful, I'll give myself completely to her.

This girl drives me crazy and I can't stop thinking about her. I want her, I want her closeness, her warmth, her tenderness. But I must not take advantage of her trustfulness. She is too pure and too innocent to be hurt by someone like me. I am torn between the longing to be close to her, the fear of hurting her, and the thought that I must stay away from her.

But does none of this really matter?

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