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electrical warmth that rattled
throughout me.
     
     
               I
pulsed, heated and exhausted as he rode up against my clit over and over,
leaving me speechless as he pounded harder than ever and the hot waves of
euphoria washed over me.
     
     
               I
felt connected with Brandon on a level I never knew possible.
     
     
               My
mind turned blank and disconnected but amidst my haze, I heard him moan out
loud and long as his thickness pulsed deep inside me and the warm load filled me.
     
     
               I
was coming down to earth with my skin still buzzing and the gushing waves
weakening as I tried to catch my breath.
     
     
               Brandon
was still filling me, but finally withdrew as my pulsing walls gripped his
head, trying to keep him deep inside me.
     
     
               “Shit,”
he exhaled, collapsing on the bed beside me, and panting as we both laid there
sweaty and exhausted from release.
     
     
               “Wow,”
I giggled, in utter disbelief that I’d missed out on a sensation that
incredible for so long.
     
     
               I
expected a similar orgasm from when I touched myself, but having Brandon fill
me was entirely different.
     
     
               He
fit me like a lock inside a keyhole, turning something inside of me that I had
no idea even existed.
     
     
               We
embraced and he held me for what felt like forever, before I drifted off into a
sweet slumber.
                
              
                
               Epilogue
     
               I
slept the entire night through, and when I awoke the next day Brandon wasn’t
there. He hit the office early that day, according to the early morning text
he’d sent me.
     
     
               I
went to class and my heart felt a sort of lightness unlike any before. But at
the same time, a confusing spell of conflicted feelings crept up and tugged at
me.
     
     
               Suddenly,
my reservations of Brandon being off-limits attacked me once again, and more vicious
than ever.
     
     
               Obviously,
my mind was glued to the thoughts of what had happened the night before, but
they were feelings of terror or shame more than they were of ecstasy.
     
     
               What
if someone finds out? Would we be on the news like a couple of backwoods
rednecks that people always joke about? I thought to myself as I tapped my
pencil distractedly on my desk in English 101.
     
     
               I
couldn’t even remember what the class had been about that day as I was leaving.
I was too anxious to get out and text Brandon.
     
     
               I
feel weird.  I texted him, sitting inside my car and waiting for a reply.
     
     
               We’ll
talk when I get home, ok? He texted back finally, with disappointing
brevity.
     
     
               I
continued through the motions and for a few brief moments throughout the day my
mind was able to focus on something different, but ultimately my mind was
consumed by what had happened with my stepbrother .
     
     
               I
stayed like that until Brandon arrived home, hugging me and kissing me on my
head.
     
     
               “Tell
me what’s wrong,” he said as I sat across from him at the dining table.
     
     
               “Well,
I mean; you know don’t you? Don’t you feel the same way?” I asked him.
     
     
               “I
feel good, Elle. I don’t feel bad at all,” he said, smiling as I contorted my
face in confusion.
     
     
               “How
can you not ? Like, what if someone finds out?” I asked him.
     
     
               “Look,
that first time I kissed you? I admit I had some reservations; big ones
even. But I realized that this concerns only us. We’re both adults and we can
make our own decision,”