Chapter 6

As Jay drove home, his mind made up. He knew what he had to do, as much as it made him feel sick. He pulled into the driveway, turning off the engine, sitting there for a moment, gathering his thoughts, steeling himself for what he was about to do. He was relieved that his uncle’s car was not in the driveway; a simple glance at the dashboard clock revealed it was only 10:15; he still had several hours before the pervert arrived. As he got out of his car, he looked up and saw Kara looking down from her bedroom window. She gave him a look of utter disdain then drew her curtains shut.

He knew it was wrong, knew it was fucked up, but he had to stop Kara, had to make her see reason. And this was the only way he could think of.

He got out of the car, walking up to the house, his heart pounding in his chest, his cock already hard at the thought of what he was about to do. He opened the front door, stepping inside, the house silent, the air heavy with tension.

He went upstairs, his footsteps echoing in the quiet house, his mind racing with thoughts of what he was about to do. He decided to not go right to Kara’s room, instead he went to the spare room where he could get some peace and quiet as the spare room was on the opposite side of the house. He needed to calm his nerves and figure out a plan. He didn’t want to just barge into Kara’s room and fuck her like the pervert she wanted him to be; he needed to find a way to make her see how wrong this was. He sat on the bed, his mind racing, his cock still hard, still desperate for release. He knew he should jerk off again, should come, but he couldn’t. Not until he had dealt with Kara.

He sat there for what felt like hours, his mind a whirlwind of thoughts, his body tense, his cock aching.

He knew he had to do something, had to make a move, but he didn’t know what. He couldn’t just go to Kara’s room and fuck her, as much as his body craved it. He needed a plan, something to make her see reason.

He heard footsteps outside the door, soft and hesitant. He froze, his heart pounding in his chest. The door handle turned, and the door creaked open. Kara stood there, her eyes wary, her body tense. She was wearing a pair of lycra shorts that highlighted the curve of her bum and a t-shirt that showed off her flat, toned belly and which seemed to cling to her tits, accentuating them. His eyes quickly roamed over her scantily dressed body with lecherousness before he caught myself. She was his sister for fucks fucking sake! What he was thinking made him feel like he wanted to hurl, but he managed to keep it down.

Jay’s cock twitched at the sight of her; he couldn’t help it. His body betrayed him, responding to her despite his reservations.

“What do you want, Jay?” she asked, her voice cold, her eyes flashing with anger. “Come to fuck me now that you’ve had time to think about it?”

“No,” he said, his voice steady despite the turmoil inside him. “I came to talk to you.”

“Talk?” she scoffed. “You want to talk now?

After you’ve been avoiding me all day?” Kara’s voice was laced with venom, her eyes narrowing as she stared at Jay, her arms crossed over her chest. “After you’ve been off fucking your tutor?”

Jay sighed, running a hand through his hair. “I know, okay? I know I’ve been a dick. But I’m here now, and I want to talk to you.”

Kara hesitated for a moment, then stepped into the room, closing the door behind her. As she pushed past Jay, he could help but stare at her firm XX-year-old bum as she moved toward the sofa in the middle of the room. Once again feeling sick as he tried to push those thoughts of his sister in a sexual manner from his head.