"Oh, my name's Peter. Sorry for bothering you… but your sister told me to come get you." He shifted his weight from one foot to the other.
"My sister…?" My brows furrowed. Lisa? She never came to school to find me. It must be definitely Lily. Her school was next to ours, so she came to walk back home with me occassionaly.
"Yeah.She's waiting at the school gates." Peter said, nodding quickly.
"Okay, you can go… and sorry you had to come all the way here because of my sister," I said, grabbing my bag from the coffee table and slinging it over one shoulder.
Peter shook his head quickly, eyes wide. "No, no, don't say that! You're my senior, you shouldn't apologize to me." He looked almost embarrassed, rubbing the back of his neck. It was the first time in a while someone younger had spoken to me with that much respect. Most juniors just ignored seniors or acted cocky. This kid was different. He was polite, almost too polite.
"Alright then. Thanks for coming to get me." I gave a small nod.
"I'll leave now." Peter smiled shyly. He turned and walked out, the door clicking shut behind him with a soft sound.
'He's kind,' I thought, a tiny smile tugging at my lips. It wasn't every day you met someone sweet and respectful. But in this school, that kind of innocence usually didn't last long.
I turned back to the laptop on the table, staring at it like it might bite me. It was Sarah's. She'd left in such a hurry earlier. Part of me worried if she was okay. She was the only one I could trust right now since she knew everything and is on my side.
'I'll text her later. Tell her I have her laptop.' I picked it up carefully, closed the screen, and slid it into my bag next to my books.
I swallowed hard, zipped the bag shut, and slung it higher on my shoulder.
I stepped out of the council room, closing the door softly behind me. The hallway felt too quiet after everything that had happened inside. I made my way towards the School gate.
My breathing came short and shallow with every step. Today had already been too much. First, seeing Mike kiss Rose on the rooftop. Then reading those sick blog entries, seeing Aunt Marie broken and moaning on camera, her pussy stretched and squirting from his cock. I felt sick, guilty, hard and confused. I just wanted the day to end. I just hoped for no more surprises.
I pushed through the school doors and stepped outside. The late afternoon sun hit my face, warm and bright, but it didn't help the knot in my stomach.
Then I saw her.
Lily was waiting at the main gate, sitting on the low concrete wall, swinging her legs back and forth like a little kid. She looked so small and innocent there.
She was wearing her school uniform, the similar style as the girls in my school but somehow way cuter on her petite body. The white blouse hugged her developing chest just enough to show the soft swell of her breast.
She had on the long school skirt that reached down to her knees, hiding those smooth, squishy thighs I was so used to seeing at home. At school she always dressed properly, but even that long fabric couldn't completely hide how soft and full her legs looked when she moved.
Her small fingers were hooked around the straps of her backpack, pulling them tight against her shoulders. She was humming some little tune to herself, eyes half-closed, totally lost in her own happy world, swaying gently side to side like she didn't have a care.
"Lily…" I called softly as I walked closer, my voice still a little rough from everything that had happened inside.
"Big bro!" Her head snapped up the second she heard me. Her whole face lit up with the biggest, brightest smile. She jumped down from the low concrete wall without thinking.
The wall wasn't very high, but when she landed, her chest bounced hard. Even through the conservative school blouse, her developing tits jiggled lewdly. Her soft mounds pushing against the white fabric. The motion made her skirt flare up a tiny bit, flashing a quick peek of smooth thigh before it fell back into place.
She didn't notice at all. She just ran the last few steps toward me, arms open, looking so innocent and happy it almost hurt to see after what I'd just watched on that screen.
She grabbed my hand excitedly, her cute smile lighting up her face so brightly that, for a moment, it pushed everything else out of my mind. Her small, soft hands wrapped around mine with both of hers, warm and gentle, fingers lacing tight like she never wanted to let go. She started walking beside me, pulling me along with a little skip in her step, her skirt swaying lightly around her knees.
"Big bro, you're so late." Lily said as we walked out of the school gates. A small frown tugged at her soft lips, making her look even cuter than usual.
"I was busy. I'm in the student council now… had some work to finish." I rubbed the back of my neck as I said. But she pouted harder in response, her small hand squeezing mine tighter.
"You don't care about me at all. Big bro should run to me the second he hears I'm here. Do you know how long I waited all alone?" Her voice was whiny, childish, but there was real hurt behind it. She turned her face away, cheeks puffed out, refusing to look at me, even though she still clung to my hand like she never wanted to let go.
"Sorry, Lily. I came as soon as I could. I didn't mean to keep you waiting." I said gently, squeezing her fingers back.
"Hmph!" She huffed, stomping her foot once on the sidewalk. She was stubborn like this sometimes—getting upset over the tiniest things, expecting me to drop everything the moment she needed me. But deep down, I knew it was because she loved me so much. Too much maybe, that made me cherish and protect my little sister.
I stopped walking and tugged her hand lightly to make her face me.
"Don't be mad, okay? How about I buy you some pastries from that shop you like? Will you forgive your big bro then?" Her eyes flicked to mine instantly, the pout softening just a little. Her lashes fluttered, cheeks still pink from being upset, but I could see the tiny spark of excitement in her gaze.
"Really?" Lily's face lit up instantly, eyes sparkling like I'd just promised her the whole bakery. She loved pastries so this was always the easiest way to fix her mood. One mention of treats and her pout disappeared like magic.
To be continued…
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