“I’m sorry… I’m sorry for yelling at you, Alecia. Let me… make it up… make it up to you.”
Oh… his ex. He was still thinking about her, even after what she did. And I was a substitute in his drunken haze, only he hadn’t realized it yet.
“I’m not—” I started to say, but he cut me off with a kiss.
It was a sloppy, awkward kiss, but he seemed to think I was into it. I tried to push his tongue out my mouth, but he took it as a sign of approval and deepened the kiss. Our tongues danced around each other, swapping saliva, and I felt a surge of panic.
Oh my gosh, I was kissing my brother. I tried to push him away, but he wouldn’t let me go. I couldn’t even speak. A wave of disgust hit my core. What was he doing?
The entire night… I couldn’t get him off as he… as he…
My brother just fucked me.
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