“I’m serious. This…” He lets out a breath. “I shouldn’t be surprised by how good it feels but I am surprised that I’m rationalizing the thoughts of keeping this going past tonight.”

I gasp. “How would we tell our parents? Our friends? People that know us?”

“I don’t know, Gabrielle. All I know is it’s not fair to us that we can’t have what we want.”

“Society will say what we want is illegal.”

“Is it really if we aren’t blood related?”

“Can’t say that I’ve researched the semantics on incest,” I reply sardonically.

“You haven’t? Not after all the times your hand was in your panties thinking about me?” he jokes and I shove him gently.

“I didn’t think we’d ever get here, J. What reason would I have to look it up?” He shrugs and a wicked thought crosses my mind. “Have you thought about me…while you touch yourself?” I ask him and his eyes search my face for anything besides curiosity.

“Gab…”

“I told you about me.”

“It’s different for you.”

“How?”

“You’ve been legal for a little over six months. You fantasizing about me doesn’t make you a pervert.”

“You thought about me…before I was eighteen?”

“I don’t want to talk about it…” He shifts uncomfortably and I grab his face.

“Hey, this is me.” I bite my bottom lip before brushing my lips against his. “I would never judge you. Hell, I can’t even stay mad at you.”

“I feel…terrible for it, but I just couldn’t stop myself. You were consuming my thoughts. I had to stop jacking off for months because I couldn’t stop you from floating into my head while I got off. Even when I wasn’t thinking about you, right when I’d climax, it would be your face I saw.” He rubs his eyes and lays on his back bringing me with him. I straddle the space just above his cock and lean down on my arms so that I’m hovering over him.

“Mmmhmm and?”

“I told you, that time I came home and you were just…different. But you were only seventeen. And you were my fucking sister. How sick was I to be looking at you like that? Baby, I’m sorry for all of this.”

“Don’t you start regretting it now,” I warn him. I can hear his mind going a mile a minute but it’s too late now.