Page 99 of The Illicit Play
I just betrayed one of my best friends.
I had mindless… mind-blowing… totally epic… sex with his sister.
He’ll never forgive me for this.
Fuck!
Why couldn’t I just control myself?
Because you’ve wanted her since the second you saw her naked.
And it was worth it, man. That was awesome!
It doesn’t matter if it was awesome. It shouldn’t have happened, and now I’ve gone and pissed her off by saying that.
Why did I have to open my mouth?
I couldn’t have just quietly held on to my guilt for a little minute longer?
Instead, I had to say that shit while I was still inside her.
Shit, I’m in love with her pussy.
That felt so fucking good, I’m still struggling to think straight.
It’s not until I hear a splash of water outside that I jerk up, pulled from my internal wailing by a warning alarm.
Is she getting back into that freezing-cold lake?
Wrestling my boxers back up, I ignore the sticky mess and scramble out of the tent, catching my back on the zipper and scratching my skin as I stand up too fast.
“Ow, shit,” I mutter, quickly searching for her.
She’s by the lake, ankle-deep in the water and splashing herself, cleaning up her inner thighs and looking like a goddess in the afternoon sunlight.
She’s so beautiful.
I love her shape. Her curves. She’s all smooth lines, her petite edges carved from alabaster.
Alabaster?
Seriously, dude. Pull yourself together!
Closing my eyes, I spin away from her and head to my pile of clothes from earlier today, wrestling them back on.
I can’t think right now. I just have to do.
Shifting into practical mode, I try to rescue myself from the maelstrom that wants to wreak havoc on my brain, but it’s an impossible task.
Lighting a fire does nothing to still the thoughts whipping through me.
I slept with Wily’s sister.
No, I didn’t. I just… screwed her. There was nothing romantic about that encounter. It was horny and lusty. We may as well have been making a porn movie!
It wasn’t that bad. You pleasured each other.
But I’ve… never done something like that before.
