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Looking around, I made sure I was still alone. With Beth gone, and the house drenched in silence, I took out my cock and started stroking it. My dick was engorged, the tip shiny and sensitive as I thought about Blue and how it felt to be inside her again.

Moving my hand up and down, I stroked slow and steady. Closing my eyes, I pictured her big hazel eyes, and delicate lips. I could see her in my mind as clear as if she was standing right in front of me.

From base to tip, I tore down my cock, then back up again, curling around the crown and squeezing as I hit the edge. Over and over, I pumped my dick, wishing I was inside her, thinking about her body.

Resting my head back against the couch, I could feel my balls as they pulled up, getting tighter the closer I got to coming. My stomach clenched, and my muscles tensed as I jerked my dick.

The skin on my palm was hot, the friction almost sharp as the blood caused my cock to swell. I could feel the come as it filled my length, my body wishing it could explode in Blue, and not on my hand.

Harder and faster, harder and faster, my fingers ran up and down the thick vein running underneath, as the orgasm purged my body, spewing over the top of my hand in one hot burst.

“Jayden, I'm home!”

Shooting upright on the couch, I snapped my face over my shoulder, panic in my eyes as I saw my sister.

Beth was standing in the doorway of the living room, her brows arched high in shock as her mouth fell into a firm frown. “Jayden, what the hell!?” Throwing her hand over her eyes, she twisted away. “Couldn't you do that upstairs? Fuck!” Gagging, she shook her head, not daring to look.

Looking down at myself, my dick was still in my hand, the come now spilling down my knuckles and dropping into my lap.

“Beth, your back already.” The words came out fast and frantic as I stuffed my sticky dick back into my pants. Zipping up fast, I jumped up off the couch and went into the kitchen to wash my hands. “What are you doing here?”

“Oh my God,” she said, turning her body to make sure we weren't face to face. “What the hell are you doing?”

“You weren't supposed to be home yet.” Shaking the extra water off my hands, I grabbed a paper towel and dried them off. “I thought you were going to be out late.”

“Well I'm home, so. . .” pausing, she waited for me to fill in the blank.

“You can look, it's fine.”

Removing her hand from her eyes, she glared at me. “You have a bedroom, I suggest you use it. You're not living in your bachelor pad, you can't just whip it out where ever you want to.”

“I know, I'm sorry, can we just forget it please?”

“I don't think I'm ever going to be the same again.”

Rolling my eyes, I thinned my lips. “Alright, let's be adults here.”

“Adults?” she asked, her jaw dropping open. “I thought adults yanked their wank in private?”

“Okay, enough already.” Reaching my arm out, I tried to give her a playful shove.

Holding up a hand, Beth took a big step back. “Whoa, don't touch me with that hand, I know where it's been.”

Shaking my head, I started for the stairs. “I'm going to bed, good night, Beth.”

“Don't forget to shut your door, you know that thing that separates your room from the hall, it'll be best for both of us. I think I'm traumatized now, seriously, I need therapy.”

“Ha ha, real funny. Who's the adult now?”

I heard the fridge open, and Beth's voice sounded muffled as she spoke. “I know it's not you, so that only leaves one other option.”

Closing my door, I dropped onto the bed and stared up at the ceiling. The same water stain was still right there, a giant eye staring down at me, same as when I was a kid.

I watched that water stain grow over the years, spreading outwards, slowly eating the plaster and creating dust bubbles that would burst if you even brushed them lightly.

And as I laid there, highly aware that my drive to stay away was being stifled by this growing need to have this one woman; to take her and make her feel what I already knew deep inside; we were meant for each other.

I'm not going anywhere now. I can't.