“I won’t let it get worse,” I vow, returning back to my position under the car so I can have everything ready for tonight.
†††
It’s nine-thirty at night, and I’m almost finished gathering everything I need.
I can still hear the water running from Amira’s shower, but that’s bound to shut off at any moment since she’s been in there for almost an hour now.
“Got everything?” Ash asks me from the couch, lying with his arm thrown over his head, hand tangling in his golden locks as the other rubs Shadow’s fuzzy fur.
Shadow has a perfectly good bed directly next to the couch, yet she somehow finds Ash’s stomach more comfortable.
“Yeah. I just need a few more things, and then I’ll be set.” I move to the storage basket in the corner of the living room to pull out a couple of blankets and throw pillows.
I hear the shower in the bathroom shut off, and I run. With my supplies under my arm, I dash out of the door and to my car, hiding everything in the trunk before sprinting back inside.
I’m crossing the threshold as Amira steps out of the bathroom, long hair dripping down her sweater-covered torso, leaving wet streaks for my eyes to follow as they travel down her tits.
“What are you staring at?” she asks, fidgeting with the flared leg of her yoga pants.
“Your fine ass.” I stomp over to enclose her in my arms. Sticking my nose in her freshly washed hair, I inhale her intoxicatingly sweet scent that I’ll never get enough of.
Amira’s arms wrap around my waist as she sticks her ear against my chest, listening to the sound of my heart stuttering. I can feel the flame in her cheeks scorching through the fabric of my shirt, her blistering blush warming me to the bone.
“How are you feeling?” I ask into her hair, not ready to pull myself away. I feel her shrug in my arms before sensing her armor snapping back into place.
I refuse to let her shut herself away from me tonight. So, reluctantly, I tear myself out of her arms and take her by the hand.
“Put these on,” I tell her, taking her pair of white sneakers from the shoe rack to hold out in front of her.
“Why? What are we doing?” she asks but does as I say, grabbing the shoes from my grip and sitting on the arm of the couch to slip them on.
I don’t reveal my plans, just hold out my hand until she slips her fingers between mine.
Even if she never said it out loud again, every time she places her palm in mine, I know I have her trust.
“You too have fuuuuuuun,” Ash sings as I guide us out of the door, waving us goodbye until the lock clicks in place.
There’s no sound but the echo of our feet as we stomp over the cement stairs on our way to the car.
I’m glad Amira chose to wear a sweater and pants because it’s chilly tonight; not as cold as it usually is, but still frigid enough to sting your skin as the wind blows across our faces.
Because I know her skin will burn bright red, I open her car door and lift her into my arms, gently placing her in the seat before leaning over to buckle her in.
“What is going on tonight? Did I forget something?” she asks, the mintiness of her breath blowing across my face as I move in for a kiss.
There’s always a tiny voice in the back of my head telling me that what I’m doing is wrong.
You're kissing your sister, you fucking perverted freak!
But I didn’t know Amira and I shared blood until recently.
We didn’t grow up as siblings, so why the fuck should I let that small tidbit of information ruin my life now?
She’s my girl, and that’s the fucking end of it.
If that makes me a disgusting human, then I really don’t give a flying rat's ass.
If I want to kiss her, then I fucking will.
