My Perfect Adoptive Family

This Might Be Illegal

I sit up and grab Ross's cheeks. He closes his eyes as we press our lips together. He grabs my hip, pulling me closer. suddenly, he pulls back. "This isn't right," he whispers as he pushes hair away from my face. "But it feels like it is."

I nod as his forehead rests against mine. "One more," I plead.

He nods and kisses me again. "This will be our secret," he pecks my lips again.

I lean my head on his shoulder. "Just us," I whisper.

He nods again and kisses my forehead. "Just us, baby."

I close my eyes and fall asleep, wrapped in his arms. ~ i wake up to hearing arguing from the kitchen. I groan and get up. "There's obviously something going on!" Dad whisper/yells.

"No there isn't! She was upset, so I was comforting her!" Ross argues.

"Riker, let her stay here. She's upset with us and scared. We came to bring her clothes so she could stay the night, not to fucking start shit with Ross." Mom snaps.

I walk over to mom and wrap my arms around her. "I don't wanna come home tonight," I whisper.

She nods and rubs my back. "I know. Your father and I were just leaving," she pulls dad to the door before slamming it behind them.

Ross stares at me before opening his arms to me. i walk over to him and wrap my arms around him. He rubs my back gently. "Are you hungry?" He asks quietly. I nod against his chest. "Sit on the counter and I'll make something to eat."

We pull back and I sit on the counter. I watch him walk around the kitchen as he makes chicken French. When it finishes, he stands between my legs and kisses me lightly. I wrap my arms around his neck and pull back. "My parents would kill me if they found out."

He nods in agreement before sliding me off the counter. He carries me to the table and sits me down in a chair. "That's why we're keeping it a secret," he says as we begin eating.

I pick at my food as I think.

What if my parents do find out? I would get in so much trouble. But he's so hot. Wait, he's my uncle. But not biologically. Ugh, why is this so difficult?

"Where do you wanna sleep tonight?" He asks softly. I shrug, still picking at my food. "What're you thinking about?"

I place my fork down on the plate. "My parents. I don't want this to be a problem," I whisper.

He stands up, pulling me up from the chair. He takes my hand and grabs my bag with the other. We walk up to his room. I sit on his lap when he sits on the bed. "We'll make sure they don't find out," he smiles.

I place my hands on his chest and kiss him again. This time the kiss is deeper and more passionate. His hands rest on my hips before the door swings open.

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a/n
Dun, dun, dun!
Holy shit, who is it!?