/vt/ - Virtual Youtubers

>>23552278
I've been thinking about your recent posts, so here's another:

Sonny had known there was something wrong with him for years. He'd watched enough anime to know that childhood friends often became lovers once they saw eachother as adults (anime must have some basis in reality, right?). He knew that it was normal enough to look at your friend one day, friends you had been seemingly born knowing, to realise they'd grown up into someone quite stunning, and the complicated emotions that come with such a thing. It hadn't happened to him, but that's fine - maybe it just wasn't meant to be with the people he knew. That much was normal too.
What he hadn't expected was developing these feelings towards his own adopted sister.
He couldn't explain how it happened, it just... Had. Little things had stacked in the months after her 18th birthday. For example, he was used to her summer morning routine of wandering into the kitchen in nothing but sleep shorts and an oversized t-shirt (usually stolen from someone else's fresh laundry), but one morning was different. She walked in as normal, but the second he noticed that she was wearing his t-shirt he suddenly became all too aware of the way the shorts sat high up on her smooth thighs, almost hidden by the length of the old top against her smaller frame; of how the thick cotton lay along her breasts, an unextraordinary sight that somehow in that moment felt very extraordinary indeed. He excused himself when she started speaking to him, his head and heart pounding in tandem. It had only snowballed after that. Ordinary things became unbearable. He hated himself for the effect it had on him. Even if they weren't blood related, it was still wrong. But Sonny was only human. Humans are imperfect, and humans have urges. Humans do bad things.
His breaking point was another unextraordinary sight. As per usual, their parents were out of the house for the evening, and knowing she hadn't eaten he'd decided to do the brotherly thing and bring her some food - just chopped fruit and a sandwich on a tray, nothing elaborate. When he'd opened her door, she was asleep, sprawled across her bed facedown in her pyjamas. A normal person wouldn't have looked twice, just set down the tray and left, but Sonny wasn't normal. His heart caught in his throat as his eyes trailed up her parted thighs, longingly along the thin strip of fabric protecting her dignity. With shaking hands he placed the tray down on her desk, and without thinking approached her still body. Something in the back of his head screamed for him to stop, that this was the point of no return, but as if he had no control over his body he pressed onwards anyway. His breath faltered as he moved her shorts aside. There was the sight he'd been longing for, the sight he hoped to catch a glimpse of every time the breeze blew her skirt or she crossed her legs while sitting, but always had hidden by thin cotton panties. Seeing wasn't enough though, and with his heart pounding in his ears he stroked one finger lightly up her slit. Her sleeping position gave him easy access, the warmth of her body proving irresistible. Carefully, nervously, he pressed his middle finger to her clit; she shuddered in her sleep, exhaling deeply, and it was this motion that both thrilled him and knocked him back to reality. She could awake any moment. It was not that deep of a sleep...
He withdrew his hand, panic in his throat, and left swiftly, retreating into the bathroom and locking himself in. His hard dick sat uncomfortably in his pants, but he didn't tend to it right away. Instead, he guiltily brought his finger to his mouth and licked it, his stomach pulling tight from the thrill.
Sonny's eyes fell on his father's prescription sleeping pills, sat out on the bathroom sink. He slipped two into his pocket without a further thought. His mouth pulled into a small, sick smile; next time their parents went out, he'd be prepared.