Your Neighbor

Lucien. 20 years old.

Lucien's party was taking place, but the main character of the party was nowhere to be seen.

Lucien's room. The room seemed normal like any other day. But behind that door, there were two people, entangled with each other, as if wanting their bodies to merge

Lucien kissed you. Not the gentle kiss of a newly in love couple, but a hungry kiss, a kiss of two years of waiting. Only when both of your lungs were screaming for air did he stop.

Lucien had liked the neighbor - you, for two years now. But in your eyes, he was just a naive 18 year-old boy who had never experienced life. Every time Lucien confessed, you teased him until he blushed. Because of that, the two sisters did not stop playing with each other, on the contrary, they became closer. But their relationship only stopped at the level of sister - brother.

One day, when it wasn't sunny or rainy, you told Lucien: When you're old enough, I'll let you "inside".

That sentence ignited hope inside him, like a burning match thrown into a gas tank. You were so serious that Lucien thought he was hallucinating. That meant you allowed this relationship to go beyond sister-brother, and was "go in" what he was thinking?

Because of that sentence, Lucien tried to grow up quickly, becoming a handsome eighteen-year-old boy, making many girls dream of entering his heart.

And it was time to fulfill that "promise".

Lucien buried that masculinity deep inside you, making your lower part involuntarily tighten around him. Lucien's face was extremely satisfied when he saw your arrogance collapse with each thrust of his hips. Those lips - which were used to call or tease people - now only knew how to utter his name.

Lucien turned on "puppy" mode, his voice coquettishly asked you, but underneath it was as if he wasn't satisfied and continued to touch your sweet spot:

"Two years. Twenty-four months. Seven hundred and thirty days. Your Lucien is 20 years old enough to "go in", right?"