Total pages in book: 97
Estimated words: 94686 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 473(@200wpm)___ 379(@250wpm)___ 316(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 94686 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 473(@200wpm)___ 379(@250wpm)___ 316(@300wpm)
“No. I’m just relaxing.”
“Sure.” She twisted around and muttered several things under her breath.
Ignore her. Don’t go there. She’s just going to start some stuff that I can’t take.
But I was never good at listening to myself. I turned to her. “What?”
“Nothing.”
“You’re mad,” I said.
“Of course I am. You’re treating me like I have some contagious disease! I’m your sister, not a freak.”
“I never called you a freak.”
I’m the fucking freak.
She pointed her finger at me. “You don’t want me touching you?”
“Hell, no.”
She opened her mouth. Her bottom lip quivered.
Fuck. Please don’t cry. Come on. I didn’t mean it that way.
Her eyes watered.
Great job, Troy.
She moved her face out of my view and wiped at her eyes.
“Viv, I didn’t mean it like that.”
“That’s cool.” That beautiful voice shifted to a hoarse and broken tone.
“No, it’s not. I just need a minute to come to grips with the fact that you’re my sister.”
“You think this is easy for me?”
“No.”
“I miss you.”
I gripped my seat and squeezed. My dick hardened. My heart sped up. Just those three words could cause damage to my whole body. She had no idea how much power she had over me. She had no clue that I was seconds from saying fuck it and going after what I’d been yearning to taste since she decided to bring her sweet self over to my row.
You’re killing me, Viv.
“Do you even miss me or was I only just-got-out-of-jail sex? Was I just some fling?”
“I miss you more than you could ever understand, girl.” I slid my thumb along the edge of the seat. “I think about you all the time. Everything from the past. All the things I’ve said to you. Little stuff that would make you laugh. Sometimes that’s all I can think about.”
“I think about the first night we made love.”
Sighing, I rubbed my face with both hands. “Come on, Viv.”
“We can’t even talk about that?”
“Hell, no, and you know why.”
“I just don’t see why we just can’t—”
“No.”
“There’ve been couples all over the world that were brother and sister or cousins or even, I don’t know, aunts and uncles.”
“Aunts have married their uncles?”
“Sure. I guess. I’m just saying. This can’t be the first time in history where siblings have been together. And we’re not even full sister and brother. I mean full would be disgusting. We didn’t grow up in the same house or anything.”
Bile rose in my throat, not from what she was saying, but from my very stiff dick trying to burst through my jeans. “This topic is disgusting. I’m done with it.”
“There’s countries where this is perfectly okay.”
“Where?”
She searched the darkened cabin as if the answer was somewhere floating in the air. “I don’t know. I can’t remember. It’s not like I spent all my life researching incest. Not that what we would be doing is incest.”
“It would be incest. We’ve already committed it.”
“And what happened?” Her hands shook as she raised them. “God didn’t send a bolt of lightning down from the heavens to kill us. We’re alive and walking. My love for you, our love for each other, is still pumping away in our chests. We were good together. We didn’t hurt anybody. Why can’t we just be together?”
The stewardess in the other row cleared her throat, rushed to get up, and scurried away to the bathroom. Her magazine lay on the floor with a spilled drink.
I bet she heard.
“Because that’s not what people do, Viv. You don’t just marry your sister. I’ve done things in my life, but that takes the cake of stupidity and it’s wrong.”
She pointed at me and jabbed the air with each word. “We. Are. Not. Wrong. The people who think we are wrong are really the idiots. Benny was wrong. Your mom was wrong. We are good. We loved and cared for each other and everything that came from that was beautiful and right.”
“We could never have kids. Don’t they have birth defects?”
“Fine. We can adopt.”
“No, I’m not saying that as something to consider. I’m saying that as a reason for why the shit just shouldn’t happen. Good doesn’t come from us having sex and creating life.”
“Prove it.”
I opened my empty hands. “We’re on a plane. I don’t have a computer or set of books around me. And don’t try to play me. You have to have heard about inbreeding.”
“The only thing I can remember about inbreeding is this one romance novel where these siblings were shut away in an attic and the older brother and sister fell in love. They had kids and those children were just fine.”
“An attic? What are you talking about? It’s a book. This is our lives.”
“And we only have one. I don’t know about you, but I’m going after everything I want. I want to die and know that I did my best to be happy.”