Siblings Secret

9--Kiara

March 15

I'm glad school was never that important to me. Otherwise, I would have made an even bigger fuss about skipping school with him to go for a walk around the city. I don't know if I should be glad to see many buildings side by side or cautious, as there is always a possibility someone who knows my parents might recognize me and tell my parents what they see.

"You do know I have a reputation to keep, right? What would others say if they saw me skipping, huh?" I said, not hiding my uncertainty.

If there is one thing my parents taught me, it is about stature. Honestly, I'm thankful that they showed me the importance of carrying myself to the highest standards and how to please others because that can come in handy one day.

"You must think I am fucking insane if I'll let you ruin what I worked hard to build," I whispered to myself.

As he continued to hold my hand, we rounded a building where the first floor was a type of restaurant with red covering above the windows. Just in case it rains, you can take cover there. I know those who live on the second floor and up are lucky since they don't have to go far to eat if they want to.

"Calm down; we don't get to see each other often. You wanna keep our relationship a secret—"

I yanked my hand out of his grip, not giving him the chance to finish his sentence.

I stopped walking.

" You know why we have to keep this a secret. My parents would never approve." I clenched my hands, looking away, agitated.

"He knows why." Before I could get lost in my thoughts, he grabbed my hand and dragged me to an alley next to the restaurant. It was becoming darker the further he dragged me in, which actually helped my relief since people walking by wouldn't even notice us or see our faces.

Then, out of nowhere, he pushed me against the wall, cutting my air for a split second. "Hey ass–" my words were cut off as he slammed his lips against mine.

Instinctively, my hands went against his chest while he held my waist with one of his hands; I couldn't pull my head away, even if I wanted to, as his other hand's grip behind my head was firm.

Our lips moved in sync, my body heating up. I want more, and I know he did, too. Our kiss became more desperate–sloppy even.

It was only me and him at this moment. I never wanted it to end.

He bit my bottom lip, telling me to open my mouth, which I gladly did—saliva against saliva, our tongue battling for dominance, which he won—I could feel my insides melting; it was too much.

  Drool went down my chin, but that didn't stop him; it excites him even more.

Can he feel how hard my heart is battering against my chest? He has to; we are so near, and I can even feel how hard his heart is beating.

My legs turned feeble; if it weren't for his hand holding my waist and this wall I was up against, I am sure I would have toppled to the ground.

It seemed he sensed I was having a hard time staying upright; he spread my legs apart with his knees to settle in between, making my breath hitch by the sudden motion.

Then he broke off the kiss with a trail of saliva coming out from both our mouths to travel down to my neck, giving it attention.

"No marks–" I breathed out. My arms wrapped around his back as I gripped his shirt. The burning sensation was too much, and I needed relief. I lifted up my leg, and my dress started to rise up as well, but I couldn't care less; he instantly gripped my thigh, letting it go around his hip, as I used whatever strength I had in my legs to make him come even closer to my waist. His hard-on is a direct touch to my covered flesh.