Ikenna put his basketball down on the stand and walked out to the field. It was an excellent practice, all in the bullseye.
A couple of minutes later, he was retrieving yet another excellent target. If he could perform that well in the competition the following weekend, he stood a good chance of winning. Hakeem letting him come over to practice whenever he wanted was paying off.
He heard the back door open, turned to see his friend’s little sister Stella walking toward him, and quickly looked away. She had developed a crush on him years ago and had flirted outrageously with him ever since. In the last couple of months, it had become increasingly difficult to ignore as she pulled out all the stops when she turned eighteen.
She was sexy as hell, and the rumour mill said she was incredible in bed, but she was his best friend’s sister. She was strictly off-limits.
“I knew it was you when I heard the basketball,” she said as she approached.
Ikenna picked up his ball, stuffed it in a bag, and said, “Sorry. Just leaving. Didn’t know anybody was home.”
“No need to leave on my account,” she said while stepping directly into his field of vision.
Her t-shirt was straining to contain her breasts— which were a little more than a handful — and there was no way she was wearing a bra. Her nipples were visibly poking at the material. The shorts she was wearing barely covered her panties.
If she was wearing any.
Ikenna tore his eyes away from her well-displayed assets and concentrated on putting his ball in the bag.
“Are those jump ropes?” she asked, putting weird emphasis on the word rim.
“Yeah.” he answered, wondering what she was up to.
“Thought so,” she said with a knowing and oddly sultry tone.
“So, I hear you’re single. Finally got rid of that hoe, Lola.”
Considering he had found out she was fucking some other guy, he could hardly argue with the description of his ex. “Yeah,” he said, continuing to pack up.
“Me too. We could fix that, you know?”
Here we go. “Not happening, Stella. You’re my best friend’s little sister.”
“Not that little, anymore,” she said and emphasized it by lifting and pushing her breasts together.
“Jesus. Cut it out,” he said as he — somewhat reluctantly — looked away.
“I don’t think you want me to.”
“Yes, I do,” he said, and he meant it. The sight had started blood rushing down below, and that was the last thing he needed.
“You know, I heard something about you…”
“Yeah, whatever,” he muttered.
“Lola’s been running around telling all her friends that you’re nasty, and wanted her to lick your ass.”
Ikenna froze in the process of picking up his bag to hoist it over his shoulder. “She what?”
“Uh-huh. Said you wanted her to rim you, and wanted to do her up the butt. For a hoe, she sure is stuck up about sex.”
“Fuck,” he muttered, knowing that was likely to reduce his relationship prospects.
“Right here? Right now? Sure,” she said.
“That’s not what I was saying, and you know it.”
She laughed. “Too bad. I would rim you in a heartbeat. I love it. I bet I could make you come bucketloads.”
Hearing that finished what her breasts juggling had started. He clenched his teeth as his cock hardened.
“Okay, I’m going,” he said. He hefted his bag over his shoulder and picked up his shoes.
“I’m serious. I would eat that booty like groceries,” she said, then stuck out her tongue to wiggle it.
“Jesus, Stella,” he said as he walked away.
“You know you want it,” she called after him.
She was right, as little as he wanted to admit it. He ignored her and made a point not to look back. The last time he had done that, she was flashing her tits at him. He could almost see them, with her hard nipples pointing at him like a pair of accusatory fingers. He could feel it and knew almost for certain that she had her breasts out.
He stared straight ahead until he turned the corner to the front of the house and then made a turn to the road. He kept his vision locked in front of him as he walked away as well because he wouldn’t put it past her to be frolicking around in the backyard completely naked.
He had almost reached the end of the road when he heard his phone sound off. He glanced at it to see a notification from a local number that read, “Guess who got your number?”
He flipped the phone upside down and ignored several more message alerts on the way home. Once back at the house, he slid it into his pocket without looking and put his bag away. Only then did he pull out the phone again.
He tapped through to delete the messages, but his finger froze when he saw the photos she had sent. The first was a breasts-out selfie, and that was immediately followed by one with her shorts and panties pulled down — stretched between her thighs.
Though the preview images were small, it was obvious that she shaved her pussy bare. The last one was a close-up of her licking her lips. Then there was a message that said, “Anytime. You have my number now.”
That was followed by a kiss mark emoji, one with a tongue sticking out, a peach, an eggplant, and a splash.
Though he resisted the urge for a few seconds, he had to tap on the messages and see the full-sized images before deleting them — starting with her pussy. He had seen her breasts in person a couple of times, but that previously unseen, bare-shaven cleft was something he couldn’t just delete without looking once.
Damn, I wish she wasn’t Hakeem’s sister, he thought as he drank in the sight of that delicious-looking little pussy.
He had just closed the image when she sent him another message. “Like them?”
That was when it hit him that he didn’t turn off read receipts. His ex-girlfriend had made him turn it on — which should have been a warning sign — and he never turned it off. Now, Stella knew that he had looked at her naked pictures.
Ikenna immediately changed the setting, silently cursing his forgetfulness and the bitch who had created the problem. He had barely closed the settings screen when Stella sent him another photo.
He knew what her bed looked like, and she was lying on it with her legs spread wide and two fingers parting her pussy lips. At least she wouldn’t know for sure that he had looked when he opened the full-size image. She was visibly wet.
Steeling his will, he deleted the entire conversation. Having those pics on his phone was going to be more temptation than he could manage. He put the phone on the charger and went to take a shower — a cold one.
She obviously wasn’t done. She sent four more messages while he was in the shower. He swiped the notification away without looking, hoping that she would give up without a response. Then he got dressed to head out for the evening. Fortunately, Hakeem was at work because he didn’t know if he could have faced his friend after looking at his sister’s pussy.
To his relief, no more messages arrived from Stella after that. When he came home, he got ready for bed and opened up the conversation to delete her new messages.
Once again, he couldn’t avoid looking. She had sent a photo of her naked on the bed, with three fingers buried in her little eighteen-year-old pussy. A second showed her licking her slick fingers. If the sweat in her brow was any indication, she had made herself come before taking the picture. A final picture showed her from her sloppy, finger-banged pussy up to her tongue sticking out.
“Anytime,” the final message read.
He stared at that third image for a while. He was as hard as a steel bar. There was no avoiding it. He reached under the bed, grabbed a box of tissues, a bottle of lotion, and allowed himself to surrender at least that far to the temptation.
****
Ikenna was finally about to get up after hitting snooze three times when he heard the message alert go off on his phone. He picked it up, with half of him hoping it was more pictures from Stella and the other half praying it wasn’t.
The message was from Hakeem and said, “Where are the gloves?”
He had completely forgotten in his haste to escape Stella. He always left the gloves so Hakeem could try his hand at beating Ikenna’s performance.
“Forgot. I’ll leave them next time I come out,” he responded.
“After work this afternoon?”
“Is your sister going to be there? If yes, then no.”
“LOL She fucking with you again?”
Trying desperately, he thought. “Yeah. That’s why I forgot to leave the gloves.”
“I’ll tell her to lay off again. I will advise you to wait until I get home, but it will be after dark.”
“May head to the estate court.”
“Look for her bicycle as you go by. If it’s gone, you should be safe. Mom and Dad are going out of town for a couple of days, so she’s probably going to go out and get drunk.”
“Thanks. I’ll check.”
“Gloves,” Hakeem reminded him.
“I won’t forget.”
Ikenna swung his legs out of bed. When he saw the tissues and lotion still sitting on the nightstand, he quickly tossed them under the bed and pointedly ignored the cum-soaked tissues in the wastebasket. He knew he should delete the pictures of Stella but couldn’t bring himself to do it. He had ejaculated like a volcano imagining her rimming him while looking at those naked pics.
Thinking about her had him growing hard again. He popped out of the bed and headed for the shower. Fortunately, he had to work, and that would certainly take his mind off his friend’s little beast of a sister.
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