Royal Blood

What We Didn't Do

So imagine what we didn't do, what we could do. My thoughts race as I lay in bed. Is he thinking the same thing. My questions are answered when my door opens.

"Mari?" My brother's voice washes over the room. " You awake?"

"Yes."

"Our party is tomorrow. So get your head in the game from today."

"You sound like dad."

"About what happened today, I...uh, wanted to say I'm sorry, I put you in a bad situation."

"There isn't anything to be sorry for. Yes, you grabbed my waist but, I bought into it. And to be honest, I'm glad I did." His cheeks flushed red, he knows what we did, I know what we did. "Just think of what we didn't do." I grin and raise my eyebrows.

"We'll save that for another time." He comes out of the doorway and shuts it behind him and walks over to my bed.

I sit up strait. My night gown slips off one shoulder, I watch his eyes follow it's path.

He looks back up at me. All my friends say it's a different relationship between a boyfriend and a brother. No other boy's eyes melt me, no other boy's touch sparks a fire inside, no other kiss has made me want another so bad.

Lost in my own thoughts I hadn't realized his fingers had wrapped around the top seam of my night gown, that he was closer, that his hand was just below the end seam of my night gown, or that I was leaning towards him too and that my hand was on his thigh or that my other hand was in his hair.

I guess neither of us could take it anymore, his lips landed on mine, he climbed over me, his legs framing my waist, his elbows framing my head, my hands fighting to find the end of his shirt, he drops his hips on to mine, pinning my hands, I fumble and find the waist of his pants, I slide my hand in and find the end of his shirt, he sits up and rips his shirt off himself we stare each other in the eyes and know we have to stop.

Our parents just died and we were ready to fuck each other.