Chapter 22: Provocation
"Ava! Are you in the bathroom? Hurry up, I need to come in!" Lila's impatient voice came from the other side of the door, shattering the atmosphere and slamming us back into reality.
Faced with the threat of being discovered, I immediately released her nipples. Once freed from my fingers' grip, they trembled and swayed heavily, still reddened and throbbing from the treatment I had been giving them. As I pulled my hands back with my heart pounding against my chest, we stared at each other. An awkward silence filled the air over what we had just done, interrupted only by the hiss of the water still hitting the floor. In that instant, the heat of the moment that had clouded my judgment eased slightly, and I began to feel shame for my actions.
I saw a hint of panic in her eyes, and I felt the same: how the hell were we going to explain that we were showering together?
Lila's voice came again:
"Hurry up, Ava! I have to go to work in less than an hour!" Lila insisted impatiently. Luckily for both of us, she thought only Ava was in the bathroom. That gave me secret relief.
"I'll be out in a moment!" Ava replied in a voice that, to my surprise, sounded firm and controlled, hiding any trace of the agitation that had her moaning just seconds ago.
"Ugh!"
We heard an annoyed snort from the other side and Lila's footsteps moving away down the hallway. The pressure of the moment eased a little, although the tension inside the stall remained. Ava slowly turned toward me and, instead of looking uncomfortable, gave me a mischievous smile that completely contrasted with how serious the situation was.
"We almost got caught, big brother…" Ava whispered, with a playful glint in her eyes.
"Almost?" I scolded her in a low voice, with some reproach, still dazed by the situation. "You're the one who came in here without permission. None of this was my fault."
I tried to sound stern, but my words lost strength when Ava, ignoring my reproach, slowly lowered her gaze to my crotch. My erection was still there, untamed and dark, pointing upward with veins so prominent they looked like they were about to burst.
"Well, it looked like you were enjoying yourself a lot…" she murmured, with a seductive tone that didn't match the innocence she usually showed.
Before I could respond, she extended her hand and, with torturous slowness, brushed the tip of her index finger against the base of my cock. She began tracing the veins of my shaft, from the base upward inch by inch until she reached the swollen tip.
"Ugh!" I groaned uncontrollably, and my hips moved forward on their own, reacting to the intense stimulation.
"E-enormous…" she whispered, fascinated.
"If we hadn't been interrupted…" she continued, licking her lips in a way that made my knees weak, "I could have helped you 'clean' this too."
As she spoke, she began drawing small, steady circles over my heavy balls, then slid her finger toward the tip of my cock, which was already leaking a generous amount of precum from how aroused I was. With a mischievous movement, she tapped the tip, and I could see the viscous fluid stretch into a transparent string when she pulled her finger away.
"A-Ava… stop…" I pleaded, although my voice came out much weaker than I intended. I kept thinking that it was my little sister playing with my cock and felt bad about the situation, but I was extremely aroused at the same time.
She let out a soft giggle and continued tormenting me. Her delicate fingers, now completely wet with precum, formed a perfect "O" and closed just below the crown of my glans. Because of my thickness, her fingers couldn't quite touch each other, but the pressure was incredible. She began sliding her hand up and down in a short, rhythmic motion.
Shlick!
The sound produced by the contact was obscene, wet, and sticky, echoing in the small shower space every time her hand moved along the tense flesh. The brush of her soft skin against my crown sent shivers so intense that I had to brace one hand against the wall to keep from falling. Then, driven by the pleasure, my hips began moving subconsciously in time with her fingers.
However, just when the pleasure was becoming unbearable, she pulled her hand away with a speed that left me empty.
"Well…" she said with a radiant smile, licking her lips seductively and giving my cock one last look.
She stepped out of the tub without hurry. I remained there, motionless, unable to stop myself from watching the water slide down her naked body. My eyes devoured every detail: her heavy breasts still moving lewdly, her nipples hard, swollen, and reddened from my hands' touch, the water running between her thick thighs, and that perfect slit briefly visible. For a brief second, I glimpsed what looked like viscous fluid escaping from her entrance, and I realized she was just as aroused as I was.
Ava stood still for a second, noticed me watching her, and looked a little embarrassed. Then she wrapped herself in a towel, which left me somewhat annoyed that she covered up. She seemed to sense it because she gave me a mocking look, turned around, and started walking toward the door… deliberately leaving the back of the towel open. Her round, firm ass swayed with every step, wet and tempting.
"Bye, big brother," she said in a sing-song voice before closing the door behind her.
I was left alone under the shower, with my cock painfully hard and my chest heaving, wondering what the hell had just happened in that shower. It felt like a dream.
She had left me wanting more, I thought. A serious case of blue balls. And the worst part was that it had been my own little sister who provoked it.
I cursed under my breath, turned off the water, and dried myself in a hurry since Lila could come back at any moment. I was grateful I had brought clean clothes with me, because otherwise I would have had to go to the room to get them, and I didn't want to see Ava's face. I felt deeply ashamed of everything that had happened. I left the bathroom trying to calm my breathing.
I had barely taken two steps down the hallway when I saw Lila leaning against the wall, arms crossed, with a dangerous smile on her lips and a mocking expression.
"Well, well…" she said slowly, covering her mouth with one hand while her eyes sparkled with mischief.
"It's not what you think," I tried to say, feeling completely trapped.
But Lila didn't seem to care about my words. She approached me, stood on her tiptoes, and brought her face close to mine.
"You don't have any ideas about sneaking into the bathroom while I'm in there, right?" she said in a low voice, almost like a seductive provocation.
Then she brushed past my shoulder and entered the bathroom, laughing softly as she closed the door.
I stood there in the middle of the hallway, my pulse still racing and frustration running through my entire body.
"I got caught," I thought to myself.
End of Chapter 22