Forced to be my sisters lover in a reverse world-Chapter 28: friends forever!

I knocked on the bathroom door, hearing the faint echo through the small gas station. "You almost done?" I called out. Bella had made us take a detour because she couldn't hold it in. I wandered around the store, scanning the shelves for anything that might catch my eye, but nothing really did.
With a sigh, I leaned against the wall beside the bathroom door, arms crossed, the faint hum of the soda machine filling the silence.
Finally, I heard the toilet flush and water running from the sink. A moment later, Bella stepped out, drying her hands on her shirt like she couldn't care less.
"Alright, want anything?" she asked casually.
I shook my head. "Nah." Truth was, the only thing I wanted right now was to be in Elara's arms again. Good thing we were close to home.
"Is it okay if I can hold your hand?" she asked suddenly, her tone soft but unsure.
I blinked, caught off guard by the question. It was such an odd thing to ask out of nowhere.
"Nah, sorry..." I said, stepping ahead of her and pushing open the store door. The cold air outside hit me as I walked out, hoping she'd just drop it.
But she didn't. Bella caught up quickly, looping her arm around me from behind, her body brushing against mine. She'd been more touchy today than usual—it was hard not to notice.
I gently pulled away, trying to keep my voice calm. "Can you please not, Bella?" I said, giving her a worried look.
"I'm sorry..." she muttered, her voice small. "You're my friend, and I just... feel like touching you."
I didn't say anything back. I just kept walking, pretending like I hadn't heard her, hoping the silence would swallow up the tension between us.
"Are you gonna do anything this weekend?" Bella asked out of nowhere, fidgeting with the zipper of her jacket, eyes fixed on the ground.
"Probably gonna hang with Elara," I said casually. "Maybe go out somewhere with her—just spend time together, you know?"
I wasn't paying much attention to where I was stepping, and before I knew it, my shoe caught on a chunk of uneven concrete. My balance slipped—but Bella's hand shot out fast, catching me by the arm and steadying me.
"Be careful, Noah..." she said softly, her voice carrying that same worried tone she'd used before.
"Thanks, Bella. I appreciate it," I replied, standing straight again. I tried to step forward, but her hand stayed pressed against my lower back, lingering a little too long.
"You don't have to touch me anymore, Bella," I said quietly.
Her hand slipped away instantly. She didn't say anything after that, and we just kept walking in silence, the air between us heavier than before.
"I was wondering if maybe we could do something together—just us, as friends," Bella said, scratching the side of her forehead, her tone uncertain but hopeful.
"I'll have to check in with Elara," I replied, trying to sound casual. "I'll let you know later, okay?"
She nodded without looking up, her gaze fixed on the sidewalk as we walked. The silence that followed wasn't awkward, just quiet—like she was lost in her own head.
Eventually, we reached my house. I thought about inviting her in, but Elara's voice from earlier echoed in my mind, "don't bring her inside."
"Thanks for walking me, Bella. I really do appreciate it," I said, pausing at the front of the lawn. Then a thought struck me. "Actually, wait here for a second—I've got something for you."
I jogged up the walkway, twisting the doorknob open. Inside, Elara glanced up from the couch and smiled faintly as I hurried past the living room. I found the small bracelet I'd made the night before—a simple red and black string braid. The colors reminded me of Bella and her brutality.
I ran back outside, a little breathless, and held out the bracelet. "Here," I said, taking her wrist gently and tying it around. "I even made one for myself, so people know we're friends." I lifted my arm to show the matching one around my wrist.
Her eyes softened immediately. "Thank you, Noah. So much." Then, after a hesitant pause, she added, "Can I hug you?"
I looked over my shoulder—no sign of Elara. "Fine," I said quietly. "But make it quick."
She didn't wait a second. Her arms wrapped around me in a tight squeeze, strong enough that my ribs actually hurt a little. When she finally pulled away, her face was glowing.
Bella looked down at the bracelet once more and smiled to herself. "Bye, Noah. See you tomorrow."
Her boots thudded rhythmically against the concrete as she walked off, the red thread on her wrist catching the sunlight.
I sighed contently and stepped back into the house, the warm air greeting me after the cold outside. Without even thinking, my feet carried me straight to Elara. She was lounging on the couch, legs tucked under a blanket, eyes lighting up the second she saw me.
"Hi, baby," she murmured softly, reaching her arms out as I sank beside her, curling into her embrace. "How was class?"
"It was okay... I missed you a lot," I whispered, pressing a quick kiss to her lips—then another, and another, unable to stop myself.
She chuckled quietly against my mouth, brushing a hand through my hair. "Remember what I offered you?" she asked, her tone low, teasing, but full of care.
I nodded, my heart picking up a little. Of course I remembered—it had been sitting in the back of my mind all day. "I'm leaning closer and closer to it, Elara," I admitted, looking into her eyes. "Just... give me more time, okay?"
Her lips curved into a knowing smile, and I leaned in again, kissing her softly. Her tongue grazed against my lips, asking for entry, but feeling a little bratty, I pulled back, keeping her wanting. The smirk that crossed her face told me I'd pay for that sooner or later.
Her hand darted up, fingers tangling tight in my hair, yanking hard enough to jolt me out of my daze. "Brat, open your damn mouth when you kiss me," she growled, her voice low and commanding. The shift in her demeanor hit like a tidal wave—one second soft, the next a fucking storm. And fuck, I was already drowning in it.
She didn't wait for me to catch up. Her grip tightened, pulling my head up with raw force, crashing my lips against hers.
This wasn't a gentle nudge; it was a full-on assault. Her tongue pushed past my parted lips, claiming every inch of my mouth with ruthless precision, hot and insistent, tasting faintly of mint and something darker, like whiskey.
I couldn't think, couldn't breathe—didn't want to. Her other hand slid to the back of my neck, locking me in place as she devoured me, every stroke of her tongue a demand I couldn't refuse.
I moaned into the kiss, the sound raw and desperate, vibrating against her lips. The way she took control, not giving a damn about anything but her hunger, sent a sharp, throbbing ache straight between my legs.
Our tongues clashed with brutal intensity, tangling and twisting like we were battling for dominance in some unspoken, feral contest.
"Fucking brat, you love this, don't you?" she rasped, pulling back just enough to let the words hit me like a slap. Her voice was thick with lust, her eyes glinting with a wicked promise.
I could barely breathe, chest heaving as I panted, my body screaming for more. I needed her so bad it hurt, a deep, gnawing craving only she could satisfy. "Please... Elara... I need you," I begged, my voice cracking, raw with desperation. The word 'mommy' lingered on the tip of my tongue, unspoken but burning in my mind.
That was all the permission she needed. Her hands moved with ruthless efficiency, yanking my pants and underwear down in seconds, the fabric scraping against my thighs as they hit the floor. She didn't stop there—my shirt was next, ripped off with a quick, impatient tug, leaving me completely bare under her piercing gaze.
A smirk curled her lips as her fingers found my nipples, flicking them with a teasing cruelty before pinching hard, tugging just enough to make me gasp. My eyes squeezed shut, caught in that razor-thin line between pleasure and pain, a whimper escaping my lips as my back arched instinctively toward her touch.
Her breath was hot against my ear as she chuckled, low and dark. "Look at you, already such a mess for me."
"God, just fuck me, please... I need it so bad, need you to fuck me hard. I'm aching down here," I pleaded, my voice raw and trembling as I tugged desperately at her shirt sleeve. My fingers gripped the fabric, pulling with urgency, my body practically begging her to stop teasing and take me already.
She didn't waste another second. Her hands moved fast, peeling off her clothes with quick, deliberate motions, revealing every inch of her skin until she was as bare as I was.
She climbed on top of me, straddling my hips, her weight pressing me down as she claimed my mouth again in a hungry, bruising kiss. My throbbing cock twitched beneath her, rubbing against her slick, wet heat as she shifted, grinding just enough to drive me fucking insane. Her lips, her tongue—every damn thing about her was pure fire, and she knew exactly how to make me melt under her touch.
Her mouth broke from mine, trailing down to my neck with hot, open-mouthed kisses. She bit and sucked hard, her teeth grazing my skin, leaving fresh, stinging bruises over the fading marks her hands had left a couple days ago.
The sharp pain mingled with pleasure, making me gasp and arch into her. She lingered there, her tongue flicking over the tender spots as she marked me again, claiming me in a way that felt primal.
"Anyone said shit about these?" she murmured, her voice low and rough, lips brushing my neck as she licked over the fresh hickeys, soothing and teasing at the same time.
"N-No... they just stare," I stammered, my breath hitching as her touch sent shivers down my spine.
She let out a possessive growl right against my neck, her hot breath making my skin prickle. "Good. Let 'em fucking look. You're mine." Her words hit hard, staking her claim as her hands gripped my hips, pinning me beneath her with no room for argument.
"God, Noah, today at work was fucking brutal. You have no idea," she groaned, her voice raw with frustration as she slowly sank down onto me, guiding my throbbing tip into her tight, wet heat. A desperate whine escaped my lips, mirrored by a low, shuddering moan from her as she adjusted to me.
"All damn day, I couldn't get you out of my head. Fuck, Noah, you drive me absolutely crazy," she breathed, her hot breath against my chest as she leaned in, her teeth grazing my nipple before biting down just hard enough to make me gasp and whimper louder. "I was this close to dragging you out of class just to fuck you senseless in the nearest empty room."
"Please..." I managed to choke out, my voice barely a whisper, my hands gripping her hips as my body trembled beneath her.
She slid down further, taking me in completely, her slick walls clenching around me as her back arched dramatically, her spine curving so sharply I swore she might snap in two. Her head tipped back, lips parted in a silent cry, her nails digging into my shoulders as she started to move, slow and deliberate, drawing out every agonizing second of pleasure.
"Faster, please..." I begged, my voice trembling with need as my hands gripped her hips tighter, desperate for more. She obliged, picking up her pace, slamming down onto me with a fierce rhythm, her tight, soaked pussy sliding up and down my shaft, coating every inch of me in her slick, warm juices. The wet, obscene sounds of our bodies colliding filled the room, driving me closer to the edge.
"Oh fuck, Noah, you feel so damn good. It's like you were fucking made for me..." she moaned, her voice husky and raw, her head tilting back as she rode me harder, her breasts bouncing with every thrust, her walls clenching around me like a vice.
"It hurts so bad, Elara, please... relieve me..." I groaned, my voice breaking as I slapped a hand over my mouth, trying to muffle the desperate whimpers spilling out. My cock throbbed painfully inside her, the pressure building to an unbearable point.
"Don't worry, baby, Mommy's... gonna take care... of you, okay?" she panted, each word punctuated by a sharp thrust of her hips. Her pussy made a loud, wet squelching sound with every movement, her arousal leaking out in a flood, dripping down my thighs and pooling beneath us as she moved even faster, determined to push me over the edge.
Her hands braced against my chest, nails digging into my skin as she leaned down, her hot breath on my neck, whispering, "Let go for me, Noah. I've got you."
"Cum with Mommy, Noah, shoot it deep inside me..." Elara moaned, her voice dripping with raw need as she slammed down onto me with one final, punishing thrust.
That last movement shattered us both, our orgasms crashing together in a sinful, explosive union. My mind went blank, consumed by the image of my cock pulsing uncontrollably, shooting thick, hot ropes of cum deep into her tight, velvety channel, filling her as her walls clenched and milked every last drop from me.
"Mmmm, so fucking good..." she hummed, her tone satisfied and sultry as her body shuddered with aftershocks. Her lips curled into a lazy, wicked smile.
"God, who knew we were so damn good at syncing our orgasms like that?" she murmured, collapsing on top of me, her sweat-slicked body pressing against mine. She buried her face in the crook of my neck, her soft lips brushing over my sensitive skin as she planted slow, teasing kisses. Her breath was still ragged, warm against me, as her hands lazily traced patterns on my chest, savoring the closeness of our tangled bodies.
"I love you so much, Elara..." I mumbled, my voice heavy with sleep.
"I love you more..." she whispered back, pressing a soft kiss against my lips before pulling away.
This woman is something else...