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Lying on top of Natasha, my body molded to hers, I couldn't help but savor the moment. Her flushed skin and her big soft boobs and legs spread open beneath me, her breath still coming in short, sharp gasps.

Our naked bodies tangled in a messy embrace, the aftermath of heated sex leaving us both breathless. Her pussy leaking out all the white juices like a stream coming out of the small crack.

"Huff… huff…" she exhaled, running a hand lazily down my back, her touch warm and feather-light.

"You okay?" I murmured, brushing her hair away from her face.

She smiled faintly, her cheeks glowing pink. "Yeah… just trying to recover from what I thought I would never do," she teased, nudging me playfully with her knee.

"Hehe sorry for that." I chuckled softly, leaning in to kiss her again, but our moment was shattered by a sudden sound.

Knock* Knock*

"Sister are you there?" A voice of a child came from the other side of the door

We both froze, our eyes locking in shared panic.

"It's my brother!" she whispered urgently, shoving me with force to get up. "Get up, Austin! Hurry!"

I scrambled off her, nearly falling over the discarded sheets as I grabbed my clothes. She bolted upright, fumbling to wear her dress properly, her movements frantic.

"Coming!" she called out toward the door, her voice strained but trying to sound normal. Explore more stories at My Virtual Library Empire

I darted into the bathroom, clutching my clothes as the doorknob turned. Inside, I quickly pulled on my boxers and t-shirt, listening intently to the conversation happening just outside.

*Clank*

The door creaked open, and Natasha's voice, slightly breathless, greeted her brother. "Yes? What is it?"

"Mom said to ask if brother Austin will like to have dinner or not," her brother replied. His voice was casual, but there was an edge of curiosity that made my stomach twist.

"Oh, uh…" Natasha hesitated, her voice rising. "Austin has to leave soon. He's just in the washroom freshening up."

There was a pause, and then her brother's voice dropped slightly. "Okay, I'll tell that to Mom but Then… why were there weird noises coming from your room? It sounded like you two were… exercising or something."

I stifled a groan, pressing my palm to my face. Of course, he'd notice.

"Oh, that!" Natasha let out a nervous laugh, her voice faltering. "We were just drawing. It got, um, intense."

There was a long silence. I could practically hear the gears turning in her brother's head.

"Uh-huh," he finally said, his tone dripping with uncertainty.

Natasha, desperate to end the conversation, rushed out, "Anyway, you tell Mom! Now go, okay? Bye!"

The door shut with a definitively click*, and I heard Natasha release a heavy sigh.

"You can come out now," she called softly.

I emerged cautiously, already fully dressed, and leaned against the doorframe with a grin. "That was close, huh?"

She glared at me, her cheeks still flushed. "Close? You think this is funny?"

"Kind of," I teased, crossing my arms. "You handled it well, though. 'It got intense'? Really?"

She huffed, adjusting her glasses. "Just go before something else happens."

"Alright, alright," I said, raising my hands in mock surrender. "But admit it, that was a little funny."

Her lips twitched, but she quickly hid her smile.

As we descended the stairs together, Natasha clutched the banister tightly, her nervous energy visible. I could feel her tension in the way she avoided my gaze.

"We're almost there," I whispered.

She shot me a look. "Don't jinx it."

But just as we reached the bottom, a cheerful voice stopped us in our tracks.

"You're leaving already?"

It was her mother, standing in the doorway to the kitchen, a playful smile on her face. Natasha froze beside me, her knuckles turning white as she gripped the railing.

"Yes," I said quickly, forcing a polite smile. "I have to prepare for the cultural festival."

Her mother's smile widened. "Ah, that's a shame. I was hoping you'd stay and eat with us."

"I'm sorry, maybe next time," I said, slipping on my shoes as fast as humanly possible.

Her mother's gaze shifted between us, her eyes twinkling with mischief. "You know, you two look so good together. It's lovely having you here. Natasha seems so lively when you're around."

Natasha's face turned a deep shade of crimson. "M-Mom!" she exclaimed, her voice cracking.

"What?" Her mother feigned innocence, though her grin betrayed her true intent.@@novelbin@@

"You two were quite lively up there. I don't think I've ever seen Natasha this… active before."

"It's nothing like that!!!..stop..."she expressed, with all of her embarrassment.

"Poor Henry...I guess he isn't that good enough or more like I should say. I doubt any girl can control herself when they have someone so hot and handsome looking like Austin....ohh my..." Her mother said. It was as if she was turning on the heater with no break

I choked on air, coughing violently as Natasha buried her face in her hands.

"Alright, I should go now," I said, my voice barely above a noise.

"Come back again, Austin! You can stay the night next time, too." Her mother said, waving her both hands towards me.

"Mom!" Natasha's embarrassed yell echoed through the house as I bolted for the door.

As I stepped outside, the door closing behind me, I heard her younger brother's voice.

"Sister, why aren't you wearing your panties today? and why your thighs are so wet?"

"SHUT UP!! Get away from me, you two!" Natasha shrieked, her voice muffled.

I didn't stop to listen to the rest. I sprinted down the path, my face burning with embarrassment.

By the time I reached my apartment, the chaos of the evening replayed in my head like a sexual comedy movie. I tossed my bag onto the couch and collapsed onto my bed, staring at the ceiling.

"What a bizarre day…" I muttered, shaking my head.

With a heavy sigh, I closed my eyes, letting the weird events of the day fade away as sleep claimed me.