Give Thanks

I felt this huge weight in my stomach the second I saw my new brother walk in. A part of me wanted to believe he was someone else. Maybe he only looked like that guy at the club last night. So, I couldn’t help but stare. “Was it really him?” I thought to myself. Of course, it was. He had those same gorgeous eyes, gentle smile and most importantly – that fresh, woodsy smell I got a whiff of last time I was grinding in his lap.

Great. Now, all I could think about is what happened that night. And how orgasmic I felt just from his touch. God, I can feel myself getting wet now, just thinking about him. But I’ve gotta stop this. I’m his step-sister now. I can’t think like this. He’s probably in his bedroom freaking out right now, as we speak. I practically threw myself at him last night. I should go talk to him and apologize, at the very least.