Lucifers Tongue
Quiet Desperation
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It was bad, Brady thought to himself, bad that not only did he not really think twice when his sister asked him to cum inside of her, but also that he liked it as much as he did. It was very bad. "No, it's okay," he answered, trying to ignore the little voice inside his head as he kissed Amanda's lips again.
Even as he let his hand continue to caress his sister's breasts, the realization of what had happened between them began to set in. The war between the desires of his body, and the fears in his mind was over. His desires had won out, and yet now, lying in the darkness of the bedroom, Amanda's naked body against his, he felt sick at his stomach. The desire was gone, or at least quelled for the moment, and now the little voice inside of his head was screaming at him. Telling him that what he'd done to his sister was wrong, that he should feel ashamed.
"I need to get a drink of water," Brady finally said, slipping off the bed and walking into the bathroom. He stared at himself in the mirror, after splashing cold water on his face. Even as he tried to make sense of his warring emotions, Brady knew that when he returned to the bedroom, when he returned to Amanda's bed, the desires would return, and nothing he did or said would prevent them from winning out again.
Even as he let his hand continue to caress his sister's breasts, the realization of what had happened between them began to set in. The war between the desires of his body, and the fears in his mind was over. His desires had won out, and yet now, lying in the darkness of the bedroom, Amanda's naked body against his, he felt sick at his stomach. The desire was gone, or at least quelled for the moment, and now the little voice inside of his head was screaming at him. Telling him that what he'd done to his sister was wrong, that he should feel ashamed.
"I need to get a drink of water," Brady finally said, slipping off the bed and walking into the bathroom. He stared at himself in the mirror, after splashing cold water on his face. Even as he tried to make sense of his warring emotions, Brady knew that when he returned to the bedroom, when he returned to Amanda's bed, the desires would return, and nothing he did or said would prevent them from winning out again.