Foreword
Dear readers, I would like to thank you very much for your feedback.
In this second chapter of the series, I've incorporated some of your advice, which I'm sure you'll notice. For example, sometimes the narrator switches out of Mike's first-person perspective, enters the perspective of a third observer, and explains Melanie's thoughts and feelings so that we can better understand her as well. In a later part (Chapter 3) we will also dive into Melanie's thoughts - so much in advance!
Before each section you will find not only where and at what time the story takes place, but also from which perspective it is told (Mike / Melanie / Narrator). I'm looking forward to your reactions!
This time we are slowly approaching the climax. Even if you have to read for a relatively long time, I hope to satisfy you with a new sizzling experience between Melanie and Mike at the end of this chapter!
Furthermore I'd like to express special thanks to @HeyAll, who proofread the first chapter and for whose support I am very grateful!
Have fun reading
Voluptas Nova
Lockdown - Day 3
Living room, 10:30 a.m. - Mike
Nervousness and anxiety caused my pulse to skyrocket, my heart to race. I was now afraid I was going to get the telling off of my life. Even though it took two to tango, I was sure that Melanie would blame me for our faux pas, since I had been the one to make the first move in the hot tub and kiss her.
My head cinema started again in a rush, but this time it didn't show erotic images, but pure despair: Melanie screaming at me in a moment, extinguishing my hope for repetition, as I had already had in my dream.
"I don't know how you feel about it, but I'm kind of totally confused about last night," Melanie began with a slight tremor in her voice.
A cold shiver ran down my spine.
I didn't know what to answer at first and nodded in agreement, whereupon she followed up.
"What are we going to do now? I feel totally guilty and somehow don't know how to deal with it," she added.
"Yes I know what you mean," I said, without actually being able to follow her completely, since in my opinion she didn't need to feel guilty - who was going to judge us, in such an intimate affair.
Or was she appealing to morality here, as I had been feeling tormented off and on for two days now?
"I actually found it quite nice too," I stammered out, without having thought about the words and at the same time surprised that I had dared to say this.
Directly I felt even more insecure. I wish I hadn't said that! Now she had to think I was a pervert.
"Hm yes well, I can't deny that I liked it too. At that moment, anyway. But let's be honest, it's wrong. I've been thinking about it all morning now and we should just chalk it up to a one time incident, okay?" replied Melanie with an empathetic undertone.
I would have loved to repeat what had happened, as the thought of it immediately made me hot and my loins stirred, but I didn't want to risk anything and I also wanted to reassure Melanie. Surprised I was in any case that she remained so calm and did not blame me for our slip.
"Yes of course, I think so too, I think it was just too much alcohol and then we also sat the last few days constantly together," I replied confirming.
"Good, then we are in agreement," Melanie finished, smiling a little forced.
"I'll make us some coffee, what do you think?" she said, obviously wanting to change the subject.
I gladly accepted this invitation, as the hangover was still deep in my bones as an effect of the humid evening and coffee would hopefully have a soothing effect here.
Living room, 18:10 - Mike
Until the evening we passed the time in various ways, each remaining for himself, only for spaghetti for lunch we had sat down together again around 2 pm.
I felt that Melanie tried to keep the distance, which I also accepted. So she directly offered me the TV in the living room for use in the evening, she would make herself comfortable in her room.
"Fine with me," I said, already looking forward to some undisturbed shooter games.
Living room, 9:05 p.m. - Mike
I turned off the TV with aching eyes and briefly considered what to do for the rest of the evening. I decided to go to my room and pass the time with myself for a while. The whole day I had forced myself not to think about the erotic escapade with Melanie, but it was no use: As soon as the evening came, her naked body was haunting my thoughts and my penis had been in stand-by mode for over two hours.
So I crept into my room and, arriving upstairs, came to a stop at Melanie's bedroom door. Was it what I suspected? Was it possible to hear soft moaning from her room?
Probably my imagination was running away with me, I thought, and I was about to start moving again when a clearly audible groan could be heard behind the closed door. Since I had recently lost all shame, I went down on my knees and looked through the keyhole into Melanie's room.
This was a sight I would not forget: Melanie was lying on her bed with her back and legs bent, had pulled her shirt up slightly so that it rested just above her nipples, which had erected with excitement. Her body shimmered slightly in the light of the bedside lamp, lying sideways to my line of sight, which is why I couldn't see her pubic area.
Her computer was on the bed playing a movie. I wonder what kind of porn Melanie was watching? I was already surprised that she was interested in such films, where she had already condemned me for my porn consumption many times.
I moved closer to the keyhole to be able to observe her better. While she lightly caressed her right breast with her right hand, she obviously massaged her clit with her left, slowly at first, but then she seemed to speed up again and I now clearly heard a soft moan. I thought about it briefly, hesitated, but then the increasing desire in me prevailed.
I slipped my sweatpants down a bit and began to massage my penis with one hand. I pushed the foreskin up and down, tuned to the beat with which Melanie rubbed her clitoris. Slowly, then a little faster as she also increased her pace.
I imagined how hot and wet she must be, I would have loved to storm into the room and had made up for what I had already made her explode yesterday.
But I was granted for today only the silent role of the spectator and so I enjoyed the sight of her dreamlike body, which began to quiver with increasing speed ever more violently under the spell of lust. She increased the speed again, gripping her chest tighter. Her nipples now stood up hard, her back took on tension.
She began to breathe faster, now squeezing her nipple tightly between her index finger and thumb. I copied this, pressed harder on my penis and almost groaned loudly, so aroused was I at that moment. More and more violent were her movements, the body tension increased.
I could no longer sit loosely either, leaned my head against the door and peered through the keyhole. Her legs began to tremble. I now took both hands to help, kept the body tension and now massaged penis and testicles with both hands. Melanie let go of her chest, grabbed the bedspread. She stretched her back now almost completely, was in full ecstasy, her mouth open, breathing briefly.
In a moment it was time!
I also increased the frequency again, faster and faster I let my hand slide along my rock-hard cock, the balls pressed firmly.
Then she reached the spot: Melanie turned up the speed, she trembled, rubbed quickly between the legs and then slumped several times, took again tension, a quiet "Aaaah" escaped her.
At the same time it also overcame me, I felt the tickling, the tension that formed, faster and also harder I jerked my penis and then it came to me too.
In three spurts I pumped out the sperm, which I tried to catch with my free hand makeshift. I closed my eyes briefly with excitement until I regained my senses and spied back into Melanie's room.
No sooner had I turned my gaze back to her than I froze in shock.
She had turned her head to the side and was now looking directly at me, at the door!
Was it only coincidence?
Certainly not, as she smiled frivolously in the direction of the door behind which I was cowering, then averted her gaze.
Caught off guard and full of renewed shame, I sped up and hurried to the bathroom to wash my cum off my hand, hopefully getting rid of some guilt in the process. While the one succeeded, I still scurried shamefully into my room and lay down in bed.
I thought: Why had she smiled and not confronted me, if she had noticed me after all? Would she have liked to be surprised, should I have just gone into her room?
I would have been too shy, too afraid for that. Moreover, I was ashamed of my desire. The erotic desire for my sister was wrong, it was forbidden. If someone had caught us indulging our lust together in the hot tub, my reputation and self-confidence would have been destroyed.
I thought about how Dad would catch me sitting in front of Melanie's keyhole watching her masturbate. Immediately I felt sick, I tried to push that scenario out of my thoughts. Surely he would disown me at the idea of catching his son getting off on his daughter.
My thoughts found their way back to Melanie: why had she smiled? Obviously she had noticed me, perhaps by the glow of the light under the door? No matter how I turned it around, I couldn't imagine that she had really enjoyed having me watch her. After all, she had made it clear this morning that she thought our escapade was a mistake....
