Oh, but it hurts so good.
((Coming from here and here!))
My sister was going to kill me. Plain and simple. She would be committing murder one by the end of the day. There was no way Carly and I would be able to hide this from her... not that I wanted to. I wasn't ashamed or anything. Whatever Alex was going to throw at us, I felt I could handle. It had been worth it, anyway. I'd been curious about what it might be like if Carly and I were to hook up for a long time now. Those curiousities have finally been put to rest. It was worth it. Carly and I had, at the very least, had ourselves a good time, and answered a few of our own questions in the process. I felt that it was worth it.
No angry little sister could take that away from me.
It was 5:05 in the morning when I woke up, Carly's movement beside me on the bed causing me to slowly inch my way back towards conciousness. When I finally opened my eyes, she was gone. I could hear her moving around outside the bedroom, probably in the kitchen. Smiling a little, I threw the covers off and reached for the clothes I'd left on the floor the night before. Dirty clothes would have to do for now, until I could get home and change. That was alright, my clothes weren't exceptionally dirty. Nothing indecent about wearing them again. After zipping up my jeans, I pulled my shirt on over my head and left my shoes off to muffle my footsteps as I made my way out into the kitchen. Alex would still be sleeping, and I didn't want to wake her up before it was absolutely necessary.
"Hey," I greeted Carly as I entered the kitchen. The smell of brewing coffee was tempting. Maybe I could stick around for a cup or two...
I smiled at Carly and leaned back against the counter. "Sleep well?"
((Open to Carly))
My sister was going to kill me. Plain and simple. She would be committing murder one by the end of the day. There was no way Carly and I would be able to hide this from her... not that I wanted to. I wasn't ashamed or anything. Whatever Alex was going to throw at us, I felt I could handle. It had been worth it, anyway. I'd been curious about what it might be like if Carly and I were to hook up for a long time now. Those curiousities have finally been put to rest. It was worth it. Carly and I had, at the very least, had ourselves a good time, and answered a few of our own questions in the process. I felt that it was worth it.
No angry little sister could take that away from me.
It was 5:05 in the morning when I woke up, Carly's movement beside me on the bed causing me to slowly inch my way back towards conciousness. When I finally opened my eyes, she was gone. I could hear her moving around outside the bedroom, probably in the kitchen. Smiling a little, I threw the covers off and reached for the clothes I'd left on the floor the night before. Dirty clothes would have to do for now, until I could get home and change. That was alright, my clothes weren't exceptionally dirty. Nothing indecent about wearing them again. After zipping up my jeans, I pulled my shirt on over my head and left my shoes off to muffle my footsteps as I made my way out into the kitchen. Alex would still be sleeping, and I didn't want to wake her up before it was absolutely necessary.
"Hey," I greeted Carly as I entered the kitchen. The smell of brewing coffee was tempting. Maybe I could stick around for a cup or two...
I smiled at Carly and leaned back against the counter. "Sleep well?"
((Open to Carly))