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“It’s not you,” I assure her. I rub the back of my neck and stare down at our feet. “I did something I’m ashamed of.”
“With Rylie?” she breathes, her voice choking up.
I snap my glare to hers, overly protective of Rylie’s reputation, and hiss out my words. “No, not my fucking sister,” I lie.
“I’m sorry.” A sob chokes her. “I never assumed…I just…”
“I cheated on you, Amy.”
She blinks at me and her mouth parts. Her bottom lip trembles. “W-What?”
“At school. There was this girl and—”
“No, Hudson,” she says as she hugs herself. “No.”
“I’m sorry,” I mutter. “I fucked up.”
“Is this why you’ve been so distant? Are we breaking up?”
Most girls would flip the hell out and break up with their boyfriend about now. Not Amy. God, why does she have to be so forgiving? She doesn’t deserve someone who not only cheated on her but did it again with his own sister.
“Amy…” I don’t know what we’re doing.
“We can fix this,” she assures me through her tears, her shaky hands reaching for my belt. “I can do the things you like. I’m sorry, Hudson. I’ll give you blow jobs again like you want. Please.” A loud, ugly sob escapes her.
Gently, I push her hands away from me. For so many reasons. Reasons I can’t even unpack from my mind right now. “No, Amy. A blow job won’t fix everything. It’s not that easy.”
“I love you, Hudson. Whatever it is you’re dealing with, we can get through it together.”
Not this.
I don’t know how to deal with this.
Confusing thoughts about my sister.
What Rylie and I just did…
That kiss.
The way she rubbed on me.
My cock twitches at the reminder and I groan, running my fingers through my hair.
Amy throws her arms around my neck and hugs me, bawling her eyes out. “I can’t lose you. We’ve been through so much together. Please, Hudson.”
I hug her because she deserves the comfort, but I’d rather be hugging someone else. “I’m sorry, Amy. I just need to figure some shit out.” Figure out how not to want to fuck my sister.
She sobs but nods. “I’ll be here for you.”
I stroke her hair and let out a heavy sigh. “Let me walk you back to your car.”
“I’m sorry,” she whispers again.
I’m sorry too.
I stand under the spray of the shower with my head bowed. The drive home tonight, Rylie and I didn’t say a word. I wanted to say a lot of things, but my mind was a mess. The moment we got back, she bolted from the truck and disappeared.
The water eventually runs cold and I’m forced to get out. I dry off and wrap the towel around my waist. When I step out of the bathroom, Rylie sits perched on the arm of the sofa. Her long, slender legs are bare and I can’t help but glance over them.
