Page 84 of Fight Or Flight

She rolls her eyes again, but when her feet start moving, I grin back at her. Grabbing her hand as she leans down to peck my cheek, I pull her on top of me and bring both hands to her face, crashing my mouth over hers. She immediately goes soft in my arms and wraps her fingers around my wrists, holding me as she angles her head and parts her lips. A moan sounds from the back of her throat and I swallow it up as my tongue slides in and mimics all the dirty things I did to her last night.

The first time was a little rough on her, but by the third time she got the hang of it, and her tight little pussy got used to the feel of my cock. When I said every part of me was created to fit with every part of her, I wasn’t kidding.

God knew what he was doing.

I might go to church and thank him.

She deepens the kiss, and it’s confirmed, Sunday me and the big guy in the sky have a date. I grab her ass and pull her down so that she’s straddling me. Flicking her tongue with mine, I thrust upward and press my morning wood between her legs.

Fuck the clock.

I say we skip school, lock the door and fuck all day.

“Ewwwwww!”

Funny…that high-pitched voice sounds a lot like my sister.

Imagine that.

Suddenly, I’m thrusting my hard on in the air because Brooklyn jumps off of me. My eyes shoot open and sure as shit, my little sister is right fucking there watching me hump nothing.

“Eric and Brooklyn sitting in a tree, k-i-s-s-i-n-g. First comes love, then comes marriage, then comes the baby in the baby carriage,” Bella sings.

I pull the comforter over me to hide the tent I’m fucking pitching, and I glance at Brooklyn who looks like she might actually die.

Christ.

“What are you doing in here?” I hiss, looking back at my sister. The song dies on her lips as her eyes move to my crotch.

Dying isn’t a terrible idea, seeing as the comforter isn’t doing shit to hide the state of my cock. I grab a pillow and then another. I pile them high until there is a fortress of feathers on my fucking lap.

There.

All better.

No hard on in sight.

“AHHHHH!!”

“Oh my God, why is she screaming?” Brooklyn panics.

“Fuck if I know,” I shout over Bella.

I’m still trying to figure out why the fuck she’s in my room, never mind why she’s screaming her head off.

“What the hell is going on in here!?”

I take it back.

God hates me.

“Oh, Daddy, thank God!” Bella runs to him. “There’s a snake in Eric’s shorts! Kill it!”

Yeah, I’m so not going to church on Sunday.

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You knowthings are bad when it’s six-thirty in the morning and your mother is fixing herself a mimosa. Let’s not talk about my dad, who is staring at his reflection in the kitchen window, counting the gray hairs. Then there’s Brooklyn—who is red as a tomato and refuses to look me in the eye. I’m not really understanding why she’s so embarrassed, it’s not like she’s the one who got caught with a fucking snake in her pants.

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