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“Nope. Go away, Gabrielle.” I growl, trying my best to think about the girl from a few nights ago. The girl—any girl from my office. My neighbor. Anyone.
Not Gabrielle.
My balls begin to tingle and I stare at my dick in confusion because it’s never had a mind of its own quite like this.
One time won’t hurt. No one will know.
“Fuck me.” I wrap my hand around my cock and slide it from root to tip before repeating the process over and over. I’m trying my best to keep my mind blank and despite how hard I am, I’m missing that familiar feeling. My phone beeps and I see her name on the screen and just seeing her name sends a jolt back to my dick.
A flash of her running towards me takes over my brain and suddenly my hand is moving faster. My orgasm is there. I can feel it. But my body isn’t going to let me have it until I succumb to the taboo thoughts.
No.
Just once.
No.
No one will know.
I’m already anticipating the shame and guilt the second her face floats through my brain.
“Jesus Christ, what’s happening to me?” I repeat. I grip the counter as I continue to fuck my hand picturing my little sister’s sweet face. “Fuck I’m so sorry.” A vision of her sitting in my lap, my hands wrapped around her as she wiggles her ass against my crotch, a giggle leaving her lips has me exploding in my hand.
I keep coming and coming and coming. I don’t think I’ve come this much in years.
I finally stop and let out a deep breath.
This can’t happen again.
Ever. I vow.
It happened again. Every night I was home.
And for several months after.
My mother, like my father, and Monica needed time to process so Gabrielle and I went for a walk around our neighborhood. “I’m happy they all know.” She says and I wrap an arm around her shoulder before kissing her temple.
“Now that they know you think they’ll be fine with you sleeping in my room tonight?” I look down at her with a wicked smirk and she rolls her eyes.
“Let’s not press our luck,” she laughs. “I’ll just sneak down like usual.”
“I expected Mom to take it worse honestly.” I tell her. I loved my mother but she could go from zero to one hundred quickly and especially after a glass of wine. I grab her hand and lace our fingers before dragging my lips over her fingertips.
“It seems like she took it better than Dad.”
I nod, knowing what I want to talk to her about but not knowing exactly how to broach the subject. She’s still only nineteen and what I’m asking her for is huge. Especially at her age. But I need more. It’s not enough just being her boyfriend or her man. I wanted to be her everything. Her lover. Her protector. Her husband. I wanted my ring on her finger so the world would know she belonged to me. “So now that they know, does that mean you’re open to talking about marriage now?”
The grin that finds her face makes my dick hard and I resist the urge to pull her behind a tree and fuck her senselessly. “You want to marry me, Calloway?”
“There isn’t any question. You know I do.”
“Well, I suppose marrying you would spare me the pain of having to change my last name.” She taps her chin and I narrow my gaze at her before I pinch her side playfully. We pass a bench and she sits down and I follow suit. “James… I’ve wanted to marry you since I was like three years old.” She smiles. “I’ve been waiting forever for this.”
“Well, I want to spend forever with you.”
