The older sister

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You and your friend are sitting in her room watching films together when she realises you're out of snacks. "Do you want some more snacks?" she asks. Without taking your eyes away from the TV, you say, "Sure, can you get us some popcorn too?" She sauntered downstairs, leaving you alone in her room, scrolling on your phone, awaiting her return.

Her older sister, Noelle, walks into the room and over to me without saying a word. She climbs on top of you and grasps your phone. "What are you watching?" she asks. "Nothing," you muttered. "Is this an edit of me playing football?" she chuckled. You begin to blush in embarrassment, knowing you've been caught. She stared at me with a lustful look.

Her lips crashed against yours, leading to a small gasp that escaped my lips. You grip her waist, pulling her closer to you. BANG. You both jump and look towards the doorway to find that Natasha is standing there, full of rage. "Y/N, what the fuck!" she shouts before rushing out of her room. "Tash, wait!" Elle holds you down by your shoulders, preventing you from following your friend.

You both flinch as you hear the front door slam shut. "Elle—" "Let her go; she's just overreacting." She attempts to comfort you, kissing the palm of your hand and letting you test it on her cheek. "I promise, don't worry." "I'm not worrying." you lie. You kissed her slowly, but it quickly grew more intense as you thirsted for each other.

Noelle's hands slid up your shirt, gripping your waist tightly. "You have no idea how long I've ached for this," she whispered against your lips.

Pt.2?

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