Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 81390 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 407(@200wpm)___ 326(@250wpm)___ 271(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 81390 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 407(@200wpm)___ 326(@250wpm)___ 271(@300wpm)
How could I have been so stupid as to think that just because he was kind to me that that meant that it could mean something more? I hated him for being kind to me now, hated his warmth and care as much as I needed it. My mind was going in six different directions as my heart warred with my common sense, and before I knew it, I was pulling his head down to mine in a fit of what I can only deem as teenage madness.
TYLER
I saw Sherry heading downstairs as I opened my bedroom door and waited a minute before leaving my room, not wanting to run into her. I didn’t stop to wonder what she was doing up here; maybe she preferred to use the guest bathroom up here instead of the one downstairs.
My mind was on other things anyway, so I didn’t really care. I need to know what the hell is wrong with Lora and why she’s acting so damn weird, and I need to know what she meant by what she’d said earlier. There was hope and reluctance in every step I took to go to her.
If dad hadn’t told me about the adoption, I might not have been this confused, though it would still be a big no-no for her and I to be anything more than what we are now, still, the fact that she might feel the same way about me that I was coming to feel about her wouldn’t exactly be a bad thing; teenage logic.
I opened her door, not knowing what to expect, and finding her under the covers again filled me with fear. Maybe she’s sick and not telling anyone. I sat on the bed, determined to drag it out of her, but when she turned, and I saw the tears on her beautiful face, everything else went out the window. And then she was gripped in one of those panic attacks she’d been prone to when she first moved in.
I hate these damn things; they scare the shit out of me no matter how much I’ve learned to handle them, it always looks like she’s about to take her last breath. I didn’t think, just climbed into bed with her and held her close, knowing from experience that this is the fastest way to bring her around.
She was crying harder now and clinging on to me as I held her, and then her lips were on mine. I went hot and cold with surprise as she made these mewling sounds like a hungry kitten as she pressed herself into me. My cock got hard instantly, and I pulled her in closer before common sense prevailed. She was damn near climbing me at this point, and it would’ve been so easy to put her on her back and dive in.
“Lora, stop.” I tried extricating myself from her arms, but she held on tighter, and I felt the heat of her pussy through the pajama shorts she had on. What the hell is going on? Her arms moved around my neck, and I felt her tongue playing at my lips trying to get in.
“Baby, I can’t fuck you, you’re my sister.” I hope she can’t feel my dick pressing into her, belying my words.
“No, I’m not, not really.” She shoved her body up against mine and the look in her eyes when I looked down at her, such dread such fear of rejection melted my heart.
I knew it was stupid, knew that I should get up and leave, but instead, I lowered my head and kissed her. Taking that first step over the line as her tits pressed into me, her nipples hard points of torture against my chest.
“I want you, Tyler, please.” I stupidly caved if only for a second. Her teeth were biting against the soft flesh of my lips, and I knew she’d never been kissed before. Somehow that made my cock even harder, and I got sucked in even deeper. Just once, just this once, and then I’ll stop.
Lora
I was almost manic in the way I held his head in my hands and mashed my lips against his bruising them with my teeth. My heart knocked against my ribs, and his next words almost sent me over the edge.
“Like this little one.” He took my face between his hands, calming my rash movements, then ran his lips over mine before parting them with his tongue and teasing just the bare tip of my tongue with his.
I’m not sure which was worse, my inexperienced fumbling excuse for a kiss, or his more knowledgeable one. Both made my heart feel like it would fly out of my chest, and then I felt his hand moving up down my back again before it moved along my side, getting closer to my breast, and I almost stopped breathing altogether.