Every thrust of you a sting to my heart, I’m reminded of my promise. I wouldn’t fall for him; unlike all others before. I love you too much.
So easily broken.
My mind revels in memories.
His touch—my body melting…
His lips—my mind following…
His tongue—my legs trembling…
Those recollections, vivid enough to make up for your shortcomings, fuel my climax.
Your final thrust triggers our mutual release—yours sweeter than mine, untainted by betrayed conscience.
I burst into tears. It’s not what you think—the intensity of my orgasm. You couldn’t be more wrong.
Why can’t you just be your brother?
