Rated #2 in Mature Adult! WOW!!
Just read the damn story. Contains INCEST.
PLEASE READ THIS STORY AND LISTEN TO YOUR HEART PART 2 THE PURGE WHILE YOU STILL CAN. I AM THINKING OF DELETING BOTH STORIES. THE STORIES AREN'T AS GOOD AS I HOPED THEY WOULD...
"To be honest, I'm not entirely sure. It was just a brief kiss, lasting only a few seconds, but it completely blew my mind... So..."
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(She gives a faint smile.)
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"Stop it."
"Stop what?"
"Do you always tease women?"
"Only the ones I like."
"And what is it that you like about me?" (She asks, her expression quizzical as she looks at me.)
(I brush her cheek softly with the back of my fingers.)
"Your beautiful blue eyes and your soft, inviting lips."
(She blushes, and we kiss—slowly at first, as though testing the waters. Our eyes meet, searching for unspoken answers to questions we haven't dared to ask. We kiss again, deeper this time, our tongues entwined.)
(She suddenly pulls back.)
"Hey...do you have a girlfriend?"
"Wait...you're asking me this after totally blowing my mind?"
(Her cheeks turn red.)
"Stop...it."
(God, she is so beautiful I think.)
"No, no girlfriend. What about you?"
"No, I've been in a few relationships, but... well..."
(I notice a trace of sadness in her eyes.)
"Well, I brought you a pizza—does that earn me any points?"
(She shrugs) "Yeah...I suppose it does."
(I gently tuck her hair behind her ear.)
"Are you okay?" I ask.
"Yeah, just thinking about things from my past that I shouldn't be focusing on, since I can't change them. Can I ask you something?"
"Sure."
"Why are you different?"
"Different?"
"You take the time to listen to me... why?"
"That's a bit hard for me to explain, Billie."
"Try me."
"Well, to be honest, I've always thought most guys are assholes."
(She covers her mouth, trying to suppress a laugh.)
"Wow, okay, but why?"
"They don't take the time to truly listen. They could be with a girl for years and still not know her favorite color, her lucky number, or even her dreams. That's just my opinion, of course."
"Really? So, what's my favorite color?"
"Black"
"Lucky number?"
"4"
(She brushes her lips gently against my cheek.)
"And what...are...my...dreams?"
(I press my lips to her neck, just below her earlobe. She lets out a soft moan.)
"Singing...Dancing..."
(We kiss again.)
"Performing for your fans...and..."
"And?" (She whispers in my ear.)
"Kissing me?"
(She smiles.)
"God...you're a mental case...you know that? You read about me on the internet, didn't you?"
"Yeah... but I can't be right all the time. Besides, I've never really been committed. They just keep kicking me back out."
(She giggles.)
"I don't know what it is about you...but..."
"But what?"
"I feel more like myself around you. More relaxed. Does that make sense?"
"That depends."
"On what?"
"Well...if you don't feel like yourself. Then who am I kissing?"
"Will you shut up? You're making me blush!"
"Well...that explains the redness in your cheeks. Bummer...I was kind of hoping it was my kisses making you hot. You are beautiful, Billie."
(She smiles and leans closer to me.)
"Oh my God. I'm in bed with a crazy person."
"Can't win them all." (I reply.)
(We kiss again, her hands gripping the back of my head as she pulls me closer, while my arms wrap around her hips, holding her tightly against me.)
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(Our kisses grow more passionate, our moans filling the hotel room, as the heat and desire between us reach new heights. I kiss her neck, my hands gently gripping her hips.)
