The Metro Station

Part - 4

"I had a twin sister who died at the metro station by trying to commit suicide a month ago." I was shocked by his confession, which revealed that she had fallen out of love due to her gender and societal discrimination. The grief and resentment over the conditions he described were sickening. His twin sister Aura's story of being driven to such a desperate deed was devastating. I still get the chills from what he told me, and I wasn't sure if he was okay talking about it or not. "I'm not a bad person, honey; I'm merely carrying the burden of who I'm supposed to be, which is pulling me down in this situation." He claimed that Aura's spirit was trapped and seeking love again, blaming his family for her untimely death. He even heard her whispers in his ear, urging him to fulfill her unfinished business. I never really believed what he was capable of doing until he said something that infuriated me, I trusted him to be sincere. Before he could see me start crying in front of him, I asked him to go. "In case you change your mind, save this." Just before he turned around and walked away, frowning, he handed me his address. I couldn't help but feel a mix of anger and sadness. It was clear that he was struggling with his own identity and the expectations placed on him. I contemplated my life and the possibility of reconciliation. I knew that this encounter would ultimately change my perspective and that our paths might cross again, providing closure or rebuilding what was lost. Reflecting on the encounter, I realized that it was a wake-up call for me to reevaluate my own expectations and judgments of others, reminding me that everyone has their own battles to fight. I took the metro to his house, and after an hour of writing out my questions and clarifications, I arrived there to the sound of someone muttering outside his flat. I surreptitiously listened to what was going on, and I could hear someone rambling and whimpering from his main gate. I went through the hallway to the window to look inside, and I could see diaphanously through the window that he was jerking away. As I entered the room through an open window and yanked at him, I saw him rubbing himself off with one hand while holding his phone with a capricious look on his face. The halcyon discovery that I had when he was listening to an audio of me moaning from back at my place, my affirmation went from infuriated to relieved. "God, you almost made me want to kill you for a second." He drew me in and giggled as I said it sulkily. He ebulliently said, "Baby, I was missing you and your voice a little too much." His words melted away my anger, and I couldn't help but smile back at him. He articulated with the passion of someone sharing his fantasies and desires. "I pondered what you said, but I have a few uncertainties that keep circling in my head, so I might take that into consideration." He regained his composure and said, "Sure hon, whatever makes you feel better and I'll be completely honest with you about things you want to know about." His sincerity was evident in his eyes, and I felt a wave of relief wash over me. It was comforting to know that he was willing to address my concerns and be transparent with me. "It would be a shame if you couldn't spurt coming midway, especially since you are listening to me in person." I gave him a wink while trying to project down and grab his dick with my hand. He rolled his eyes back as I took a taste of it, bit back a groan, and leaned both of his arms backward on the couch. I used every inch of my lips and tongue to stroke his shaft while using one hand to twiddle his balls. As I continued to delight him, his breath grew harder, and I could feel the stress rising in his body. His blood was rushing, and he was turning red because of the deeply passionate energy going around. His grip on the couch tightened as he struggled to maintain control trembling with desire. With each stroke and touch, the intensity between us grew, fueling our souls into becoming one. I sneered back as I tilted my head up to gaze at him, and my nails tore through the skin on the sides of his thighs. He gawked, and his eyebrows rose as I continued to hold back my mouth till it hit the back of my throat. With my soft lips wrapped tight around his dick, I could feel his grip tighten on my hair, his dominance asserting itself in the way he controlled my movements. As I rose back up to meet his eyes, I could see the desire burning in them, matching the fire that coursed through his veins. I bit my bottom lips for a moment before returning to stimulating him until he arched and cried out in my name as he soared over the edge. I reveled in the satisfaction of pleasuring him, relishing in the power I held over his pleasure. As he caught his breath, a sense of fulfillment washed over me, knowing that I had brought him to such a glorious peak. After days of being away, I sat down next to him and embraced him by putting my head on his chest. He reciprocated by kissing me on the forehead, then moved down to the lower part of my face, and finally on the lips. As we pulled away, a tender smile formed on his face, conveying the depth of our love and longing for each other. My waist was softly encircled by his hands, but he swiftly pulled me in and roused me. We both turned around to view two butterflies wheeling around his window as I relaxed, falling onto his torso. "I don't want to think of being apart from you in the near future, not even for a minute second. My low serotonin levels are made up just by your presence." I chuckled as he displayed his embrace, and his eyes sparkled with admiration. He placed his chin in the perfect spot on my neck, started leaving soft peaks there, and I pulled my hair aside, being all cute and shy. He went aggressive with his kisses, sliding one hand under my pants and the other trying to tighten his grip on my waist, and he went up. With each touch, my arousal was insanely growing, almost sending me shivers down my spine. He induced an orgasm with the swinging movements of my pelvis and trunk while he probed my clitoris. His hands worked on my crotch with one hand while the other was trailing up on my boobs. Before he could graciously graze it, he gently cradled me on the bed and spread my cheeks apart. He went down on me and shoved his nose around my thighs while playing tricks by pinching and kneading my tits. I was unable to control the sensation that was flooding my slit due to his skill at teasing. Every nerve ending was alive, craving more of his skilled and tantalizing movements. When it was obvious that I was going to scream and become short of breath, he choked me by squeezing harder and sticking his tongue inside of me. With each flick and swirl of his tongue, I felt myself reaching the peak of pleasure, ready to explode in a mind-blowing climax. I fastened the grip on the couch as he forced his fingers in to rub on it simultaneously. He briefly circled around them, and I pushed my thighs against him to suffocate him out of sheer pleasure. At this point, my moans became increasingly frantic and loud. My lower body muscles started contracting and for a hot second of time, my legs went numb. I had never experienced this sensation throughout my entire body. I was unaware of what had transpired. I was sweaty and my legs wouldn't stop shaking, I felt so euphoric even after I was shuddering uncontrollably. He turned up and glanced at my chest heaving and being unquestionably exhausted from all the tears that he joyfully gave me. "I have never seen my body react to your touch like this, I'm not surprised that it has been wanting you so badly," I whined. He never stops holding and cuddling me after I've had an orgasm, and I adore this about him. It still makes my heart race and my legs tremble a little. As the hours passed, and 10 o'clock arrived, Auron got to his feet, fearful of what would take place. "She has fallen in love with you." He said, grasping my shoulders, and his eyes glimmed as he dared to say, which left me with an incredulous gasp and shockwaves through my body. Before I could hear from him, I dashed through the room, closed it, and sat behind the door because I wasn't sure if I was speaking to him or instead if his sister was trying to speak with me by way of him. I was feeling so exposed that I was unable to decide if I was attracted to Auron or to his sister, who had been by his side the entire time since the beginning at this hour. He mentioned that she was the one who helped me at the metro till we locked lips on our first meeting, and she decided she wanted to be with me eternally. I wondered if everything might just disappear like a terrible dream as it all flashed back in front of my eyes. The strong emotions and bewilderment that had overtaken me, however, were being held back by something inside of me. It was as if a part of me still clung to the possibility of unraveling the truth behind my attraction and still desired the connection we had shared, despite the overwhelming feeling of vulnerability.