A Innocent Girl

Sean's Pov

"I won't do anything to her. Is that clear?" I warned myself.

There was something that made me uncomfortable. I was worried that I wouldn't be able to control myself and have to face Dallas. The situation was very awkward, and I didn't know what to do in front of Dallas. It had been three years since we had seen each other, and during that time, Dallas didn't know what was happening to me. If he knew, I'm sure Dallas wouldn't want to leave Arabella with me.

But Arabella is already here. Whenever I see her, I become uncomfortable because my mind is uncontrollable, making me restless. I lay my body down as I catch my breath, which sounds rough and heavy. I stared at the ceiling of my room indistinctly. In my mind, I still vividly remember Arabella's innocent and shy appearance every time I came to meet Dallas at their house. She and Dallas were only four years apart, so they were close. But Arabella wasn't close to me at all.

Back then, we only talked casually and awkwardly met eyes a few times. Her face looked cute, and she was shy whenever she met my gaze. There was no strong impression about her that I could remember. Then, somehow, she grew up unexpectedly.

"Dallas jerk, does he intend to make my life difficult?" the question popped into my mind. I closed my eyes while taking a deep breath. Then I saw the image of Arabella I had met earlier appear in my mind.

I saw her innocent-looking face, then her luscious, full lips that looked tempting. Then, with her attractive slender neck and, of course, her breasts that looked tightly wrapped in the shirt she was wearing, I wanted to forcefully unbutton the shirt and let her chest look more spacious. Not only that, but with such a big chest, I was curious about how her hips could be so small.

I'm sure they're only half the size of my arm circles if I try to embrace her, but what's even more impressive is that she has a perfect waist. Her body shape is like an hourglass, so seductive that I can easily imagine what it would look like without a single thread.

"Oh my," I said quickly, jumping from my bed as I realized what I had just imagined. "Oh, come on, Sean, you're not an animal!" I said, waking myself up. "And Arabella is Dallas' sister." I had to restrain myself completely.

I had just fucked a woman, and as I looked into her clear eyes, I felt a passion urging me to climax. I also didn't understand what was happening to me. Usually, I never have that kind of passion with a woman. I fucked them all passionlessly, then swapped them for another the next day. They were just for my experiments and games, nothing more than that, and I never had any interest in them.

"You're crazy, Sean, if Dallas knew you could die at his hands." I moved restlessly in my room.

Arabella's charms made my desires wake up and want her. I know that now I look like an asshole who wants his own friend's sister, but I'm not the problem. This had never happened to me before. It was Arabella's transformation that was the problem.

How could that young girl who once felt like she wanted to be protected turn into a young girl who sent instincts to men to fuck her immediately?

I noticed the change in my body and sighed softly in annoyance. "This is not the time for you to send signals." I walked towards the bathroom, quickly removed my clothes, and then splashed my head with icy water. I hoped that by doing so, I could revive my common sense and slightly weaken my instincts that were living too wildly.

After a few minutes under the cold water, I continued exercising downstairs. The goal was obviously to maintain my sanity for longer. I probably spent more than two hours in the room that I turned into my gym. I'm not sure exactly how long I've been running, but right now, I'm glancing at the watch that already shows 5 pm. It's about time for dinner.

I left my exercise session. I'm sure I'm now entirely sane and can endure Arabella usually. Leaving the gym, which was in the corner of the house, I headed for the kitchen, which was in the center of the house.

Dallas didn't mention much about what Arabella liked, but he did say what Arabella shouldn't and couldn't eat because of her allergies. So, I chose a simple menu I usually enjoy if I don't want to eat out but am too lazy to cook.

I prepared everything needed for dinner. Then, I worked on it for almost half an hour, and now that it's done, I need to transfer it to the table.

"What are you doing?" The voice from the stairs that had me drugged earlier because it sounded so musical in my ears. I shifted my gaze to look for the owner of the vote, who immediately stepped towards me. "Need a favor?" She offered politely.

There was something I was missing. I just needed to grill the sausages for a while. "You can set the plate over there." I forgot to set up the link.

"Is that so?" I saw her standing there confused, not knowing what she needed to do after she arranged the plates on the table. I thought she looked adorable, with a bit of her childhood habits still visible in her. Afterward, I heard a tugging sound from the wooden chair in the center of the kitchen. I confirmed with my hearing that she had sat down, and then I sat there after putting dinner on the table.

"Did you make it yourself?" Arabella looked at the two-course meal I had placed there. Then she gave me an uncomfortable look. I could tell by the guilty look on her face. "You could have called me to help."

The little girl didn't know that she was being accommodated by not appearing too long in front of me because she would cause a strange reaction in me. "You don't need to do that. It's just a simple dinner."

I saw Arabella looking back at her food again with some amazement. "Banger and mash, brown bean sausage soup, simple?"

She looked puzzled. Oh God, what kind of life have I been living that I find the figure in front of me so comforting?

"Yeah, it's just my usual dinner." I quibbled, not wanting her to think too highly of it because it wasn't. And if she praised me for it, my pride would feel hurt because I could prepare something more than that, of course.

I ate my food. Then I saw Arabella doing the same. She enthusiastically enjoyed her soup; she looked innocent, and I felt that was natural. Considering Dallas was so strict with her, I was a little sorry to make her see things that she might never see, even from an adult video, and I was showing her in person.

"This is good, Sean." She lifted her face and smiled at me. "You're talented," I responded with a small smile as I watched him.

As her lips chewed and the corners of her lips looked wet, my instincts returned. I swear, a while ago, she had been extinguished, but right now, I wanted to taste those red lips and devour them over and over again without stopping, then touch the roof of her mouth and feel what it was like to clash with her tongue and how warm it was in there. My eyes can't move away from her. I'm entirely captivated and want her. I'll suckle her without-

"Sean... Sean?" My thoughts were interrupted by Arabella calling my name, and I saw that she had finished her dinner and was looking at me, waiting for something.

I moved my eyes around uncertainly and then focused on her. "Yes?"

"Are you done?" She asked, looking at my plate, which I had already eaten more than half of. "If you have, give me your plate." She extended her hand towards me after getting up from her chair.

"You don't have to; just put it in the basin. Someone will clean it up tomorrow morning." I didn't want her to do anything related to this trivial matter. After all, she came to calm herself down.

But Arabella didn't listen to me. She shook her head as she carried her plate to the basin. "I'm not used to that kind of service. After all, you cooked our dinner. It's only natural that I do the dishes." She stood in front of the basin while looking at me. "Give me your plate when you're done."

I got up, brought my plate over, and stood beside him. "You're not need to—." I stopped myself as I turned to her and unintentionally saw her cleavage from the top of the dress, whose cutout chest was not tightly clinging and covering that fantastic sight. I froze in my place. I had dared to pull her hand from there after putting down my plate as well.

Until I realized my instincts were so sharp just from looking at her cleavage, and now my lower body was reacting. She stiffened so perfectly that I felt painful and tortured standing there. So I let go of my hand on my plate. "Fine, whatever you want to do," I said, making her stare surprised at me. I didn't care what her face looked like anymore. I quickly got up from there and left her for my room.