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Memoir Of A Sister's Love free porn video
I’ve always loved you, so damn much. Maybe when you were born, when you stole the spotlight from me, the new little baby in our family, maybe then I had some contempt for you. But your toothless smile grew on me. I’d been alone in the world, and I was scared of the change, of having another person so involved in my life, of no longer being the focus of the house. Quickly though, I found that I wanted nothing more than to explore the world with you, the same one that you had invaded so suddenly. We were friends for as long as I could have it. I wanted to show you everything I knew.
Even when you bullied me in your younger years, when you turned your back to me, I loved you. I’d hide in my room and wonder, crying, asking myself why, how could you be so cruel to me? Mom and dad just said it was a boy thing, that you were growing up. It was normal that you wouldn’t hold my hand when we walked anymore, that you didn’t want the other boys to see you with your older sister, that you didn’t want to play with me. I hated it. I wanted things back to the way they were. Mom and dad couldn’t understand how I felt. When we played family, you always had to be the husband and I had to be the wife. I loved you in every way I could; I was already set on being with you forever. I thought our time together, with you as the center of my life, and me as the center of yours, would last forever. But those days seemed to be very much so over.
Years passed, you matured, things were alright again, sort of. I was so proud of you when you graduated high school. That gleaming smile, flavored with wit and mischief, and those dazzling eyes. We went to the same high school, and of course I’d graduated a few years earlier. I went to college in our city, just so I could see you. Did you know that? I’d been crushing on you for years, and yet you still went to a college, tens of miles away, far from home. I was hit harder than anyone else in our family by that one.
I came so many times, imagining your hair in my hands, that handsome head between my thighs. My eyes would then open in the dark and I’d be holding nothing but thin air, alone with my tears. I’d tighten my fist, my nails piercing my skin, hard, until I’d bleed, hating myself, hating my life, though no one ever noticed the cuts. Why was I cursed like this? I didn’t know, I’d never know. I knew I could never have you, that there would always be a wall between us, a wall that only I could see. Each time you visited, part of me wanted to hide, it hurt so much to see you. But I couldn’t help it. I loved you so much.
One day you brought back a girlfriend. I figured you’d be getting busy in college but knowing for certain made it so much worse. I could hear you fucking through the walls, could hear the bedsprings straining and swaying, could hear you both trying to stifle the sounds of your sex as she moaned your name, Thomas, Tommy harder, faster, more, more, more. All I could think was that that should have been me in your bed. Me, feeling your head against my opening, poised to be my first, a gift that I’d never even considered giving to another man. Me, resting down on your shaft, your length slipping into my depths, stretching me with your girth; the earthy tightness, fullness and warmth. Me, siting in your lap, my entrance tickled by your pubes with your cock all the way inside me. Me, meeting your lips with mine as you empty your balls in my womb, painting my inner walls a lovely pale white. I fucked myself with my fingers, my stuttered and silent moans mixing with my shaking sobs as you two ravaged each other in the room next to mine. My whole being felt ripped in countless directions. I cried all night, and eventually fell asleep with my fingers still inside me.
I couldn’t hide my state from you in the morning. My eyes were puffy, and my mood destroyed. You followed me somewhere private, into dad's study, and asked me what was wrong. You always knew me so well, though there was one secret you'd never really found out. Flustered, my only excuse was that I’d had a breakup over the phone. Warm arms were around me instantly, embracing me. I desired nothing more than your closeness and your consolation. I pulled into you, crying into your chest, and was met with the smell of sweat and sex. Oh, how fair life was. For several minutes I stayed like that, shaking and sobbing, clutching you in my hands. You'd never understand how I really felt, and I'd never be able to tell you. Still though, as you whispered to me, rubbing my back and keeping me close, the sobs became hiccups and the tears soon ran dry. This was what I wanted, so fucking dearly.
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