He fucked my sister, but he's supposed to be my best buddy.

I said, "I don’t want to hear about your fucking my sis," and then I laughed.

I was trying to read the words on the poster from a distance and avoided eye contact with Shane. My neck felt strained after a few minutes of staring at a poster in the distance.

I turned my head again to the right.

He was staring at me. His forehead was covered in a loose lock of dark hair. My green eyes met his and he smiled a strange smile.

Perhaps he smiled less and grinned more. It was almost as if he didn't know what to do or how to speak. We had never been able to agree on what to say over the many years that we were together.

He was attractive to me, but not sexually. It was more like I was objectively certain that he was attractive.

He had many girlfriends over the years and I never felt jealousy.

But, when I thought about them all, I felt shivered. A strong current rushed through my body. I suppressed a giggling sensation.

This time, the only difference was that he didn't have a fling with a random girl in the club. He had not fucked any of the girls I swiped for him on Tinder.

He was fucking my sister.

I wanted to punch him as I sat at the table, less than an arm's distance from him. I wanted to shout at him to get rid of that bear and claw his sex.

I took a sip from my coconut latte and sighed.

I wanted him to grab my hand and kiss me, throw me against the tables and fuck with me from behind. All I cared about was being watched by everyone.

He apologized for his sex with my sister

It was a surprise to me how much he evoked in me feelings of rage, lust and joy. It was a deep, carnal desire that I didn't know I'd ever feel before. I wondered if he could see me.

He mumbled, "I'm sorry for fucking Eve."

Eve was my sister. She was 25 years older than Shane and I. After a year of working abroad, she had just returned to her home after a summer.

It was hard to believe that it could have happened so many times.

I imagined them stumbling upon each other at the beach. The sun reflected off his skin, as drops of seawater fell from his wet hair onto the toned parts of his chest.

He smiled wide at her and towered over her at 6'2 inches. I felt cold again. It wasn't something I wanted or needed to know.

It didn't matter what I was doing, all that mattered was to get him naked before me. Although I didn't know if it was large, the way it filled my imagination when I sat down on it in the cafe was telling me that it was.

He was staring down at his coffee mug and was distractedly stirring his spoon.

Realising that I had to reply, I smiled and said nothing. During my many years of dating, I had learned to act cooler than I actually was.

Put your feet on the chair

He raised his head to look at me again and there was a spark in him that he hadn't seen before. His eyes were almost black when he looked at my face. It was clear that he wanted me.

Could he have been fiddling me in his imagination?

My breathing became rapid, shallow, and erratic. I wanted to look somewhere else but couldn't.

There were no words spoken and there was no need to speak.

My legs felt like my pussy was soaking my panties. It was hot and I only had a skirt on this morning.

This was a fast-paced situation. I was about to fall asleep on the chair.

I looked around and found the door I was searching for. Resolutely, I stood up and took Shane's hands. Then, I pulled Shane up to me.

Our chests were almost touching as our breaths expanded. His breath was on my face.

We sat still for a moment, each one of us taking in the other's gaze.

Then, I turned around, and I walked towards the bathroom that I had found earlier, my hand in mine still, pulling him behind.

I hoped that people would not be so busy living their lives as to miss us going into the unisex restroom.

Granite countertop

Shane kept his eyes on me and locked the door behind them. He reached for my face and kissed it.

The kiss was urgent and hungry.

It felt like he'd been on an island for months without seeing another person. Our hands moved rapidly up and down each other's bodies.

It was so hot that we didn't have to wear many clothes.

He raised me and placed me on the countertop. My legs felt cold against the granite. The granite was cold against my legs.

I tried to get rid of the bulge by fiddling with his zipper. I could tell he was impatient as he pulled the zipper down for me. No underwear.

It was obvious that his hard cock was exposed. It was already leaking precum. I wanted to sit down and put it in my mouth but he was faster.

He pulled my now-soaked panties to one side, and put his cock in. As I gasped, his hand covered my mouth.

I leaned forward and instinctively moved my hips towards him.

He was fast. With every thrust, his big cock pushed deeper into me. Although it felt like forever, it was only a matter of time.

One arm was wrapped around my back, one hand covering my mouth. He groaned softly and he entered my pussy using a few jerky thrusts.

As he pulled away, I felt the cum filling my stomach.

We just stayed there, watching each other and panting.

"I can't believe I'm still upset that you were fucking with my sister," I replied.