They feel amazing. Her body is amazing. It’s all amazing.
We’re on her bed now, and our mouths and tongue entwine in a dance that has my heart fill with hope and happiness, and my dick so hard.
She arches her back and moans into me, as I trace my hand down her breast onto her stomach, and to the top of her shorts.
I hesitate.
She opens her eyes, those ice blues meet mine, and she nods before taking my mouth in hers again.
This is stupid, my head says.
This is reckless, my gut says.
This is perfect, my heart says.
I unbutton her shorts with shaking fingers, and pull them down her body, as she reaches forward and lifts her t-shirt over her head unclasps her bra and lays completely bared to me.
I’m kneeling in front of her, staring at her curves, rubbing my lip having an internal argument with myself.
She’s 16, but she’s always looked older.
She’s 16 and I shouldn’t be doing this.
She’s 16. She’s also your foster sister.
She’s also my everything.
She sits up to kneel and reaches for the button of my jeans as she pulls her lip between her teeth.
“There is one person that can make everything about today disappear.” Her voice is seductive. “I want you, Owen. Just like you want me. Don’t stop, don’t think, just be.”
I let her undress me.
I let her kiss my neck, my jaw, my chest and my heart.
I let her pull down my boxers.
I let her grip my hard cock.
I let her put a condom on me.
I let her pull me onto her.
I let her line me up.
I push myself in.
And I make us both forget.
35
Kara - Present
“Lucy!”
I roll onto my back as I hear more gunfire, the leather sofa exploding as bullets tear through the material.
“I’m alright,” I rasp out as I take a moment and question my life choices.
