Before I even decided to join Key Club, I thought I was in a mid-life crisis of sorts, but now I absolutely find myself wondering what the point of my life is.
Especially because now I’m connecting Penny’s face and body with the most perfect cunt I’ve ever seen.
I’m picturing her face and body on the other side of that wall, and I can almost imagine the noises she made.
It’s wrong. I know it’s fucking wrong, but apparently my dick doesn’t.
My shaft is hard, straining against my boxers while I lie on my expensive, lonely sheets.
I’m hard for Penny. My annoyingly sweet, slightly messed-up cousin. Who is undoubtedly charming and, as of late, has made me feel more human than anyone else has.
The woman in the apartment above mine haunts me.
The worst part?
It’s not even about everything we did at the Key Club. I wish it was. I wish that I was just craving the physical nature we were chasing together. Now that I know it’s Penny, I feel more.
Fuck.
I grab my cock and squeeze it from outside of my boxers, willing it to go down and for these errant, immoral thoughts to slip away from my mind.
When I realized it was her, there was, of course, a moment of shock, but I didn’t react the same way Penny did. Her tears and panic have me moving my hand off of my erection and flinging my arm over my eyes.
She was shattered that it was me.
It’s how I should feel. I should feel disgusted, revolted even that she was the woman I was doing nasty things to.
Yet…
No.
We made a deal in my car. Honestly, I would have probably told her anything to make her stop crying and calm her panic, but it’s what she wanted to hear and what I need to live by.
We have to forget it ever happened.
Though there’s no way I can truly forget. Not the way her pussy felt wrapped around my cock, or the way she confidently sucked me off.
I can visualize her most intimate parts as I lie here, denying myself.
In front of Penny and our family, I can work through this and pretend it never happened. But alone in the dark, I can live with my fucked up thoughts and moral compass.
I pull my dick off and jerk off to thoughts of Penny’s perfect pink lips wrapped around my cock.
I take the stairs,attempting to avoid Penny at all costs. There’s shame in the fact that I fantasized over her last night, that I’m not spiraling in the same way she is.
Part of me wants to comfort her, but it would be a lie.
We’re not blood relatives, we’re grown adults, we can fuck whoever we want.
If anything, there’s a part of me that feels like she’s blowing this way out of proportion. It was just sex, and that’s all it would ever be.
Our little, dirty secret.
We’re already going to need to hold on to what we did at the Key Club. What’s one more thing?
I really should find a therapist.
The building is empty as I head to work, trying to leave the memories and realities of last night behind me. Yet, no matter how hard I try, thoughts of honey blonde hair and fresh tears keep popping into my mind.
