Chapter 2 - Where it started

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Warning some mature content ahead above 18 years.

Justina's POV

My name is Justina I am 24 years old, a soon to be gynecologist an extrovert and social butterfly. my sister and I are raised by our aunt since mom died of childbirth and my father had died when I was three years old.since growing up the two of us have been very close because our aunty was not the best person out there to raise kids. We share everything in our lives but lately I have been hiding something from her.

When did it start, exactly? Was it that day he came late to my sister's wedding, or was it the day I saw him in the swimming pool wearing only trunk pants? Or maybe it was the first time he spoke to me and called my name in that deep, hoarse, sexy voice that oozed authority. I don't have the answers to all of these questions, but one thing I do know is that it has led to today's situation. I'm now hooked, with no saving grace at all. Where do I start, if not from the very beginning?

Dexton was a man of every woman's dream—hell, he could probably turn some men gay too. He had short, thick black hair that shone under the sun, paired with a well-tanned brown skin. His honey-colored eyes were a huge turn-on, and let's not forget those well-defined muscles, visible even under a suit. His face was strikingly masculine. The first time I met him was at my sister's wedding. I hadn't been around for their engagement—I was on a school trip, and since I lived on campus, it wasn't easy to come home. As I watched him walk down the aisle with her, I felt a jolt of admiration and was genuinely happy for my sister.

After the wedding, my sister moved into her own house to start a family, and I was so happy—we even celebrated, just the two of us, calling it a 'sister's day out.' Can you imagine that? By some twist of fate, the place she moved to was near the campus hostels, so I would occasionally visit, especially on weekends when her husband was usually not around. Sometimes, I would stay at my boyfriend's, but overall, life was just fun for me. One day, my sister told me she had a surprise for me, so I went over ASAP. She wasn't home, but since the door wasn't locked, I decided to wait. I went straight to the guest room—the room I always used whenever I visited. Honestly, that room was practically mine because most of the stuff in there belonged to me.

"Tina, I am soooo happy right now. I don't know, I feel soooo..." Her eyes looked like she could tear up at any moment. I scrutinized her and noticed she looked a little bit chubby, her breasts fuller. Plus, her exaggerated reaction—for someone as collected as my sister—I knew why she was so happy. She was probably pregnant. It's second nature for me to analyze people at first glance, especially women, because I'm studying gynecology. I just pretended I hadn't noticed and asked why she was so happy. She confirmed my guess, saying she was three months along already.

Four months later, she called and asked me to stay with her because of the baby. I didn't hesitate—it would save me a few months of hostel rent, so yeah, I went ahead. And here we are. The situation I'm in, three weeks after moving in with my sister.

I'm a gym person—I go every single day without fail. The best part about my sister's place is that they have their own private gym. So, for the past three weeks, I've been using it. But today, when I walked in, I found my brother-in-law busy doing pushups, his muscles flexing in and out. I stood there at the door for a moment, dazed. He'd been on a business trip the whole time I'd been staying there.

"Hi Justina, how have you been?" he called out, his voice bringing me back to earth.

"Oh hi, Dex. I see you're busy. Would I be disturbing you with my presence?" I asked with a light smile. The two of us aren't exactly close—we usually just exchange greetings and talk about random things, and then the conversation ends.

"Oh no, absolutely not. You're fine, really. May's just not a sports person, but I've been dying to work out with someone without going to the local gym," he said good-naturedly, and I nodded in understanding.

I warmed up a little on the treadmill, starting slow and gradually building up to my fastest speed for about ten minutes before I was done. I relaxed and looked over at Dex, who was lifting weights. Up close, I could see how his six-pack glistened with sweat, his chest muscles bulging more with every rep. His skin was glowing, sweat sliding down his built body. My throat felt parched, and I drank some water to calm myself.

I took the ropes and started jumping, when he called out to me:

"Hey, how much weight do you usually lift, maximum?" he asked between short breaths, his voice laced with that same enticing tone.

"Uhm, not much. Just sixty, actually. Why?" I asked, curious.

"Oh, I just need a bit of help here. When I get tired, just spot me," he said, continuing with his reps. I didn't see a problem with that and walked over to help. But being this close, with him lying on the bench, pushing the weights up and down while I stood over him—I swear, he looked like he could rip his shirt off with those muscles. Now that I was closer, I could see more clearly—fuck. My eyes trailed over his body as discreetly as possible. Seriously, how can someone have such a perfect, sculpted body? His arms and pecs are huge, his abs tight and toned, his calves defined, and those thick, beefy thighs—it's no wonder he does squats and lunges so easily. And his...

I swallowed hard, my eyes lingering lower. It must be humongous for it to bulge through those skin-tight shorts. It looks suffocating in there... begging to be let out. It must be big as fuck. If only I could...

"Justina, a little help here," he said, his voice strained.

"Huh? Oh—shit, sorry. Here, let me," I said, coming out of my daze, cheeks flushing a deep red. I was so embarrassed I wished I could disappear.

"Whew, I'm good now, thanks. Why don't you have a go at it? Let me reduce these extra weights while you warm up," he said. I wanted to refuse—I wasn't in the right state of mind to do more reps—but the no in my throat wouldn't come out. I warmed up and laid on the bench.

With me lying down and him spotting me from above, just a few inches from my face, I almost lost my balance. Focus, Tina, focus. Shit... His scent was coursing through my nose—that thick, musky sweat escaping from the bottom of his shorts. The smell was so pungent, his balls had to be soaked from that intense workout. It gave off such a manly odor... The more I inhaled, the more I wanted him to squat a little lower. Damn, this feels so good.

I was so aroused that all the strength drained from my arms. I knew I couldn't keep going, so I just called it quits.

"Finished already? I thought you'd do better than that," he said, jokingly.

Yeah, that's because you're distracting me—I couldn't even lift it ten times. How pathetic of me. I screamed that in my head, but on the outside, I just smiled.

"Hey, I'm just out of my element today. But I think I'll be fine tomorrow," I said with a playful pout.

"I don't trust you one bit, I swear," he teased.

We bickered lightly as we walked into the living room, where my sister was on the couch watching TV. It was still early in the morning, so I grabbed a quick shower, then went into the kitchen to prepare breakfast for everyone.

After a sumptuous breakfast, I left for school. While in the cab, my mind started wandering.

Why did I get so aroused earlier? It's not like I haven't seen him half-naked before. These recent impure, horny thoughts... it must be teenage hormones raging. I've never thought of him this way before. I mean, yeah, I always thought he was cool and handsome, but never in a sexual way. Am I overthinking this? Or is it because I haven't been laid recently?

Fuck. I'm going to see Sean after school today. I can't keep doing this—I'll go crazy if it continues.

By the time I reached school and paid the driver, I was deep in thought. Classes were ending early today, and I figured I might go get a quickie before heading home.

I knew I wouldn't be able to focus in class, so I just called Sean and asked him to meet me in the abandoned art room. When he arrived, I was already stark naked, playing with my pussy, soaked in wetness.

"Baby, I'm so needy right now. I really need you in me, please," I whined in a sexy, naughty voice. My mind was clouded with lust, and the object of my fantasy wasn't the man in front of me. That frustration made the need inside me build even more.

Sean was good at quickies. In no time, his pants were neatly folded next to mine, and licking his lips, he moved my hands away from my clit. He thrust in, and I felt the fullness of his cock. It should have felt good, but somehow I still felt empty.

I closed my eyes and imagined those thick thighs and that musky scent Dex had been giving off yesterday. Only then did the build-up inside me start to rise. Shit, I'm going to cum before Dex even touches me—and he'll kill me. I forced myself to hold it back as Sean's thrusts became more intense.

"Ah, yes... mhm... yes! Fuck, yes—just right there... yeah baby, faster please... ahhh... yes... oh yes... give it to me hard, baby," I moaned lowly, my voice filling the silent room as Sean groaned with every thrust, his forehead soaked in sweat.

"You want this cock—this big fat cock of mine? Then have it. It's all yours, baby... oooh fuck, you're... you're so tight... yes, moan for me baby... you're so beautiful, Tina... fuck yeah..."

Our breaths mixed, the slurping sounds and filthy words escaping our throats made me feel like I was floating. All other thoughts disappeared as I gave in to the ride. I loved my sex hard and wild, and since Sean did too, we had a no-strings-attached thing. His cock was huge and his features sharp; as for me, I was confident in my curves—I could make almost anyone drool.

We went at it for almost twenty minutes.

"I'm... almost there, Sean. I wanna cum... pleeeease let me cum... oooh... yes, fuck, it's coming!"

My orgasm was intense, and we came at the same time. After cleaning up with tissues I had brought, we went our separate ways

Today is the third day since the last incident with Dex, and we've continued to work out just fine—though I keep ending up with soaked panties, through and through. It's night now, and I'm in my room chilling. I stretch out my hand to grab some water, only to find my bottle empty. With a tired sigh, I grudgingly grab it and head to the kitchen