kissing sis

My Story Time:

Big yikes, bestie—I cannot believe I’m about to spill this tea, but here we go. Soooo, my brother’s friend (iykyk, that kind of vibe) was crashing at our place after a boujee party, right? And somehow, we ended up alone in the kitchen at like 3 AM, the tension so thick you could cut it with a knife.

He was leaning against the counter, all sleepy-eyed and sus, when he just… looked at me. Like, looked looked. And then—sheesh—he closed the distance, one hand sliding into my hair while the other gripped my waist, and boom. His lips were on mine, soft at first, then messy, hungry. I could taste the tequila on his tongue, and holy shit, the way he bit my bottom lip? Goosebumps.

I melted into him, arching my back so my tits pressed against his chest, and he let out this deep groan that sent heat straight to my pussy. “Fuck, you’re so…” he muttered between kisses, hands slipping under my shirt. I gasped when his fingers brushed my nipple, and he smirked like the cocky bastard he is.

Bestie, I was so wet, and the way he knew? Iconic. Our mouths didn’t leave each other’s for minutes, all hot breath and whispered “shit”s—until we heard footsteps upstairs and yeeted apart like we weren’t just trying to swallow each other whole.

No regrets. 💅🔥