ENG - My best friend's sister ᵐᶦᵏᵉʸ ˣ ᵒᶜ

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That same evening, I lie with him in his bed and hold him tightly in my arms. His breathing reveals that he has already fallen asleep. As my fingers glide soothingly over his back, I rest my cheek against his head and gaze into the emptiness of the darkness of his room. Normally I should be nervous about being at his house for the first time, but the situation is different.
I can still feel my heart racing and I still don't know exactly what to think. The only thing I know is how incredibly fragile he is in my arms right now and how I want to hold him - never let go. I realize that in this moment with a painful but sweet feeling.

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Since that one evening, I've been spending time with him almost every day, sometimes at my place, sometimes at his. Although nothing has fundamentally changed between us, there is a subtle change - he suddenly becomes incredibly affectionate. I don't know if we're back together; it's never really been said. Even though he has become much more affectionate in terms of hugs and closeness, which is by no means sexual, we haven't even kissed since that night. I could take the initiative and kiss him myself, but I still don't have the courage to do it.
Maybe my insecurity is still due to the slight fear I feel when I'm around him. Although I now know the truth and what I'm letting myself in for if I stay with him, the fear doesn't disappear completely.

Emma, of course, was overjoyed when she found out and made sure my brother didn't catch us by cleverly distracting him. Kenny does keep asking where I'm going and who I've met, as I'm away or staying over so often. I just tell him I'll tell him another time and just left. I haven't managed to confess to my brother yet. I don't even know what it is between us now.

I'm just getting changed as I've just come out of the shower and am getting ready to go to Mikey's again. "I'm going out, I'll be back tomorrow," I mumble quietly as I stand in front of Kenny and Emma who are cuddling on the couch.
"You're staying out overnight again? I'm really starting to want to get to know these people you're staying with at night," Kenny says a little gruffly. I scratch behind my ear, embarrassed, and avoid looking him in the eye to avoid his penetrating gaze. "You still will, really," I say uncertainly. "So I'll see you tomorrow," I add quickly and, like the times before, flee out the door before any further questioning materializes.
Kenny is really trying his hardest to accept my nightly excursions and not get immediately upset about them. Even though I know he'll probably burst with rage as soon as I'm gone. At least I wouldn't put it past him.

When I arrive at Mikey's, I sneak around the house again, as I have done on previous days, to get to his room. I knock briefly on the door and wait for Mikey to say "Come in" and then go into the room. After closing the door behind me, I turn towards him - and freeze. "Why aren't you wearing a top!" I grumble quietly, and I immediately feel my cheeks turn red. Out of reflex, I turn around again.
"Because I just got out of the shower," he replies calmly. Behind me, I hear footsteps coming towards me. Then I feel his hands on my waist. "Besides, you've already seen me naked, I'm not ashamed," he whispers in my ear, and goosebumps run through my body.
"I don't care, put some clothes on anyway," I mumble sheepishly, but avoid looking at him. "Don't feel like it," he replies with an audible grin in his voice.
"Idiot," I whisper and press the light switch next to the door to turn off the light as I'm still standing in front of the door. Only then do I turn to look at him. Muted light filters in from outside, which is definitely more pleasant for me.
"Why do you always want me to come over so late? It's almost midnight already. At some point, Kenny won't let me out anymore," I distract him from the actual topic and push him slightly away from me. After a moment's thought, he replies, "You're right, I really should ask you to come earlier so I can have more of you."

Rolling my eyes, I smile at his words, which make my heart pound. He puts his head on my shoulder and tightens his grip around my waist, squeezes me tighter, just hugs me. I return the embrace, wrap my arms around his neck, play with his still damp hair and stay in this position for what feels like an eternity.
Nevertheless, the question that has been on my mind for the last few days is still burning on my tongue. "What is it between us now?" I whisper the question quietly. "You're mine," he whispers in the same way. "My girlfriend."
My heart skips a beat when I hear the words and it makes me smile. "Then kiss me again," I murmur, only then realizing what I've said and widening my eyes. He lifts his head in response and I can see his grin through the light. "Do you miss it?" he teases me with a cheeky grin. Grumbling slightly, I look to the side and just nod in response. His grin doesn't fade as he continues: "Then why don't you just kiss me?"

I press my lips tightly together and a nervous tingle runs through my body. A heavy lump seems to have settled in my throat as I take a deep breath and focus my gaze on him again. With a nervous sigh, my hands slide to his face and cup it. Before he can say anything and before my courage can leave me, I rise slightly on my toes, lean up to him and kiss him.
During this kiss, I feel his grin, which makes me pull away from him and mumble an "idiot". But he just shakes his head, and his grin turns into a warm smile. "I missed it too. I just didn't want to ambush you right away," he says softly. He lifts his hand and takes a strand of my hair in it. "It was so difficult. I have a thing for short, black hair. I wish I'd mugged you at the club when I saw you." He lets go of my strand of hair again and cups my face. "You look so fucking hot, baby," he breathes against my lips before kissing me again.

His tongue strokes my lips, hungrily demanding entrance, which I willingly grant him. Three agonizingly long weeks passed in which I couldn't feel his lips, and it felt like a damn eternity. An incredible tingling sensation runs through my body as his tongue plays with mine.
"I've missed you so much," I whisper softly between kisses. "And you me... so much," he replies. His hands greedily explore my body, leaving a tingling sensation on my skin. It's as if we've never been apart for these three weeks. His hands find the waistband of my pants and his fingers bury themselves in them. Without breaking the kiss, he pulls at the waistband and leads me into the room.

On the way, he slowly brushes my pants off my legs, as if he's waiting to see if I object. But I have absolutely nothing against it, I want him just as much. It's only when he bumps into the couch in the room that he breaks the kiss and sits down on it. He brushes my pants completely off my legs and then pulls me onto his lap, where I sit down with my legs apart.
"You drive me so fucking crazy," he whispered, placing his lips on my neck. I tilt my head to the side to give him more room as my hands rest on his bare chest, slowly stroking over it. When he suddenly sucks into my neck, I gasp and claw into his skin, startled.
When he pulls away from my neck again, he looks at me through the dim light. His hands move to the hem of my top and pull it over my head with a tug, tossing it carelessly away.
Of course I'm nervous, my heart is pounding in my throat, but I want it - want him. A grin graces his lips again, which is infectious. I lean in to kiss him again, my fingers slowly exploring his chest. When they reach the waistband of his pants, I hesitate briefly, unsure.

A soft, provocative grin mingles with our kiss as he notices my uncertainty and breaks away. "I dare you," he whispers. I swallow slightly and look at him, but say nothing. My fingers disappear into the waistband of his trousers and give them a tentative tug. He lifts his hips slightly, with me on his lap, and helps to pull the pants off his legs.
Another swallow accompanies my nervousness as he suddenly sits naked in front of me and it seems to bother him that I'm still wearing my underwear. So he lets his hand wander over my back, opens my bra with deft fingers and flings it into the room too. My breathing becomes nervous and shallow as I continue to stare at him. His hands slide down my sides to my butt, where he can't resist grabbing firmly. Then he lifts my hips, pressing me against him until nothing fits between us. With his fingers, he pushes my panties aside and places my hips above him so that I can already feel his tip at my entrance.

I continue to look at him nervously as his gaze briefly wanders behind me. A broad grin adorns his face. He puts a hand on the back of my neck, pulls my head closer to him and whispers in my ear: "Oh yes... Happy birthday." Then he pushes my hips down to penetrate me.

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