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The smell is almost overpowering.
Amelia’s shirt is damp and nearly transparent due to her sweat, showing off her black bra. You pay it no mind as you knead her breasts through the two layers of fabric, eyeing her cleavage showed off thanks to the partially unbuttoned shirt as the bountiful mounds of flesh move due to your ministrations. Her stiff nipples can still be felt against your palms and she bites down on her knuckle to keep her moans from coming through, her free hand clutching the hem of your shirt. You push forward with a little more force so the detective's back is firmly against the wall as you press yourself closer to the quivering girl, dipping down to bury your face into the crook of her neck and letting her natural heady aroma fill your lungs.
You lap at the swalty beads of liquid trailing down her neck and into her clavicle and draw out a sound riding the line between a breathless giggle and a moan as her hand laces itself into the hair on the back of your head, the other tightly gripping the hem of your shirt.
“Hey…That can’t taste good, can it?” Her question, you decide, deserves a physical answer as you latch onto the skin of her collarbone with your mouth, sucking at the soft skin covered in what to you may as well be nectar of the gods, nearly folding yourself in half to reach that low on the needy girl.
The act makes Amelia gasp and tug on your hair, trying in vain to prevent you from leaving a noticeable mark on her pale flesh.
“D-don’t-ahn!~ Don’t suck so hard, you’re g-gonna leave a hickey. I don’t have a lot of clothes to hide one…and how am I supposed to ex-” You interrupt her pleas by raising your knee and letting it brush in between her legs, feeling the warmth from her body and the drenched panties trying to contain it.
The combined efforts of your hands pawing at her breasts and you grinding your knee more firmly into her sex stifles any further protests as you trail your tongue back upwards along her neck, across her jaw before prodding her lips and making the detective admit defeat and open her mouth, letting your slick organ work it’s way past them and dance with her own, no doubt tasting small remnants of her own sweat on your tongue. If she does or not, it’s impossible to tell as Amelia changes her mind and tries to pull you further into the kiss, letting her hand fall from the bottom of your shirt to instead grope and fondle the front of your pants, trying to stroke your erection.
You slide one of your hands into the front of her shirt,feeling the slick flesh as you try and reach behind her back to find the clasp of her bra.
“...’s in the frohnt…” Amelia slurs out against your lips as she suckles on your tongue.
What is this Anon, amateur hour? How did you not notice that?
Letting out a small huff through your nose, your hand glides back to the front of her lacy undergarment and quickly unclip the front, tugging it in opposite directions to let the heavy mammaries finally be properly free for you to continue to assault. Except, the sweaty detective's hands interrupt your work as she tugs on other clips you didn’t realize were there and pulls the entire undergarment out of her shirt to proudly display it in front of you. You break the kiss, and the threads of connecting saliva with it as you straighten to your full height to appreciate the lewd scene in front of you.
The feeling isn’t lost on Amelia either, as she grins at whatever expression you have on your face.
“What, do you want it? Wanna rub your face in it? If you love my smell so much, I bet this smells rrrreeeeaaaalllll gooood.~” She teases, and you have to stop yourself from shaking your head up and down rapidly like a dog.
Whatever it is about Amelia’s natural musk, it’s better than any drug to you, so having something like that to hold onto would-
The sound of the front door opening immediately freezes the tryst before it could progress any further, and both yours and Amelia’s eyes turn to the hall that the front door is at the end of. It’s only like twenty feet away, and if the person hurried, they’d catch you two red-handed before either of you could try and hide the evidence of what was going on.
Even worse, the idle chatter of four girls makes the situation so much more dire.
“Why wasn’t she picking up her phone?”
“Beats me…Maybe a guerrilla stream?”
“I feel like she would have let us know if she was streaming.” Mori and Ina’s pondering make you all the more nervous as Amelia tries to hurriedly stuff her bra back into her shirt, quickly realizing that it’s way harder to do it the other way and runs to stuff it between the couch cushions while you re adjust your clothing to look like there wasn’t any heavy petting just going on.
Deciding that maybe the best choice is to try and stall them in the hallway to buy her more time, you smooth out your shirt the best you can and try to silently shoo Amelia to the further side of the living room.
“Watson! Heeeyyy, Ame! Are you home!?” Figuring Gura’s call to be as good a time as any, you round the corner just before the four other girls do, nearly bumping into the shark leading the troupe.
“Ah! Oh, hey! Not the Watson we were looking for, but I didn’t realize you were home! Is your sister here?” You glance between all four of your younger sister’s friends as their faces don’t betray any suspicion.
“...Sup? Yeah she’s here. Ame’s, uh-” You glance back towards the living room and go with the first thought that comes to you.
“Asleep on the couch. Was playing Ring Fit or something. Tired herself out, I guess.” You say, loud enough for Amelia to hear and hoping that she catches onto your plan.
It seems that everybody accepts your bold-faced lie and walks past you out into the living room, and judging by the way they all begin to tip-toe and quiet down as they pass, she must have gotten the hint. Once they’ve all proliferated back to their rooms, you relax and walk back over to the couch where your sister is laying down, rolled over to face the back of it. You reach over and pat her warm exposed thigh.
“Okay. They’re gone.” Amelia immediately rolls over and sits up, her face red as possible as she lets out a groan.
“Gah, I thought they wouldn’t be back for another few hours? God dammit…That was way too close.” You merely hum in agreement, distracted by her nipples straining against the damp fabric of her shirt.
You stare down at your sister as she tries to fish her bra from between the couch cushions.
“Say…” You lean down and lean close enough to brush your lips against her ear as you grab a handful of her chest once again.
“You think you can keep your voice down?”