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the lingering sensation of his mouth on mine, his fingers brushing my pussy, brought me back.
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M aybe if I closed my eyes long enough the kiss would just disappear. Like it never, ever happened. Evaporate as if in a dream.
I did exactly that, shutting them as tightly as possible until no remnants of light could seep through my eyelids. I was enveloped in blissful darkness, but oblivion refused to come.
Please, please, please. Make it disappear.
Please, please, please. Make it happen again.
Devan’s face was burned into my retinas; there was no shaking him from my thoughts or vision.
What had I done? This was entirely my fault. If only I hadn’t hugged him… why had I drunk so much ?
I groaned, knowing my thoughts were conflicted and confused. This forbidden kiss was going to ruin me.
Opening my eyes again, I knew I was in trouble. The sleep that seemed to be calling to me only moments ago now eluded me, and I anticipated a long night ahead of me.
With a heavy sigh, I propped some pillows up on the headboard of my bed. I leaned back and started to come to terms with what had happened. The cogs turning in my mind overruled the tiredness of my body.
However much I tried to deny it, the thought of his lips against mine was still scorching my mouth. I’d enjoyed his sweet taste, the way his rough thick tongue explored wildly as it declared his need for me. My fingers moved as if of their own accord, touching my lips. The tips of my fingers retraced the delicate skin that had been caressed by Devan’s forbidden kiss only a few minutes ago.
I knew I shouldn’t be replaying it. Knew I should already be doing my best to forget it ever happened. But my mind was filled with thoughts of my stepbrother, and only him.
My free hand slipped under the sheets before I even knew what was going on. Wearing only a thong and slip, I gasped as I thumbed the sensitive skin between my legs. He’d been so close to touching me down there, to making skin-on-skin contact with my most sensitive area, and I wondered how he would’ve proceeded; would he have teased and flicked at my clit, like I was doing? Or would he have been unable to resist and surged ahead, plunging his capable fingers deep within me?
I wished Dev could see me, watching me touch myself, I thought lustily. As soon as the thought became clear in my mind, I felt the guilt rushing through my body like a wave, and I removed my hand.
Wrong, wrong, wrong!
But why did it all feel so fucking good? Yet it was, undoubtedly kissing him back was the worst thing I could have ever done. Thinking about the man who was my stepbrother, and a married man at that, was diabolical! A man I’d promised to give the greatest gift of all… a baby. It was my duty to stay true to my word, for Devan’s sake, as well as Monique’s.
Oh god, Monique , I thought with guilt. But then the scene of her own infidelity flashed before my eyes, Monique’s bare back shielding the truth from my view. A man fucking her in their house, their den – their sofa-bed she shared with my stepbrother was now tainted with someone else’s juices.
She’s a disgrace, I thought angrily, and once again remorse and shame filled me. Had I not been just as bad, kissing her husband behind her back? I should be ashamed of myself. And what had he been thinking? He was supposed to be the good one, the one I looked up to… the one who was supposed to be perfect.
Everything was ruined.
The urge to tell someone what happened was almost too hard to resist as I eyed my discarded cell phone with longing. I wished I could call Suzanne and unburden myself, but I knew this was one secret I couldn’t spill. Not this time. If I told Suzanne, in a few days’ time the whole family would know. I’d be mortified. No, I had to keep this to myself.
Biting my bottom lip, I fought hard to keep the thoughts of Devan at bay, but it was too difficult. I thought of his strong arm with its sinuous, tattooed snake and how his
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M aybe if I closed my eyes long enough the kiss would just disappear. Like it never, ever happened. Evaporate as if in a dream.
I did exactly that, shutting them as tightly as possible until no remnants of light could seep through my eyelids. I was enveloped in blissful darkness, but oblivion refused to come.
Please, please, please. Make it disappear.
Please, please, please. Make it happen again.
Devan’s face was burned into my retinas; there was no shaking him from my thoughts or vision.
What had I done? This was entirely my fault. If only I hadn’t hugged him… why had I drunk so much ?
I groaned, knowing my thoughts were conflicted and confused. This forbidden kiss was going to ruin me.
Opening my eyes again, I knew I was in trouble. The sleep that seemed to be calling to me only moments ago now eluded me, and I anticipated a long night ahead of me.
With a heavy sigh, I propped some pillows up on the headboard of my bed. I leaned back and started to come to terms with what had happened. The cogs turning in my mind overruled the tiredness of my body.
However much I tried to deny it, the thought of his lips against mine was still scorching my mouth. I’d enjoyed his sweet taste, the way his rough thick tongue explored wildly as it declared his need for me. My fingers moved as if of their own accord, touching my lips. The tips of my fingers retraced the delicate skin that had been caressed by Devan’s forbidden kiss only a few minutes ago.
I knew I shouldn’t be replaying it. Knew I should already be doing my best to forget it ever happened. But my mind was filled with thoughts of my stepbrother, and only him.
My free hand slipped under the sheets before I even knew what was going on. Wearing only a thong and slip, I gasped as I thumbed the sensitive skin between my legs. He’d been so close to touching me down there, to making skin-on-skin contact with my most sensitive area, and I wondered how he would’ve proceeded; would he have teased and flicked at my clit, like I was doing? Or would he have been unable to resist and surged ahead, plunging his capable fingers deep within me?
I wished Dev could see me, watching me touch myself, I thought lustily. As soon as the thought became clear in my mind, I felt the guilt rushing through my body like a wave, and I removed my hand.
Wrong, wrong, wrong!
But why did it all feel so fucking good? Yet it was, undoubtedly kissing him back was the worst thing I could have ever done. Thinking about the man who was my stepbrother, and a married man at that, was diabolical! A man I’d promised to give the greatest gift of all… a baby. It was my duty to stay true to my word, for Devan’s sake, as well as Monique’s.
Oh god, Monique , I thought with guilt. But then the scene of her own infidelity flashed before my eyes, Monique’s bare back shielding the truth from my view. A man fucking her in their house, their den – their sofa-bed she shared with my stepbrother was now tainted with someone else’s juices.
She’s a disgrace, I thought angrily, and once again remorse and shame filled me. Had I not been just as bad, kissing her husband behind her back? I should be ashamed of myself. And what had he been thinking? He was supposed to be the good one, the one I looked up to… the one who was supposed to be perfect.
Everything was ruined.
The urge to tell someone what happened was almost too hard to resist as I eyed my discarded cell phone with longing. I wished I could call Suzanne and unburden myself, but I knew this was one secret I couldn’t spill. Not this time. If I told Suzanne, in a few days’ time the whole family would know. I’d be mortified. No, I had to keep this to myself.
Biting my bottom lip, I fought hard to keep the thoughts of Devan at bay, but it was too difficult. I thought of his strong arm with its sinuous, tattooed snake and how his
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