It only takes one moment to change your life forever.
It only takes one decision to alter the course of your future.
It only takes bravery to open your heart.
But once your heart is open...it's open to being shattered.
Lyra and her mom had little in...
Where was Tal? Oh, yeah, half naked chick with massive tits was sitting on him...yeah, I left him in good hands—tits—left him in good tits. I laugh and stumble, grabbing the banister to right myself. Why were there so many steps here? Who the fuck needed these many steps, and where the fuck was I going again? Room...my room...my bed...alone—hell—why didn't I bring a half naked chick home? Oh yeah, I was gonna call Chelsea...Chelsea was always up for a last minute call. Yeah, Chelsea that's right...where the hell was my phone? I make it to my room, open the door and shut it, stumbling in the dark. "Shit, fuck," I growl as I run into the bedside table. Why the fuck did I put a table next to my bed Who the fuck needed a table next to the bed, that was stupid. Everything is spinning now. How much did I have to drink? I kick off my shoes, quickly chuck my jeans, and pull my shirt over my head. I climb into my bed and sigh, ahhhhh...soft....I turn and...what the hell? There is a body pressed up next to me. I'm drunk, yeah, I know I'm drunk, I'm not so drunk that I don't know that there is a body next to me...a female body, yeah, those are definitely tits...small tits, but nice. I wrap my arms around the body, pull her closer and inhale, the scent of...a flower garden fills my nose and its the best smell ever...like ever! God, I have the best brothers ever. They left a gift in my bed. It wasn't Chelsea. Chelsea didn't smell like a flower garden, she smelled like smokes, I fucking hated that. The only reason I overlooked the nauseating cig scent was she had a fucking banging body and she was always available. So, not Chelsea...maybe Becca? Becca was always hanging around at school...I knew she was dying for it—me—so, maybe Becca? What the fuck? What did it matter? Warm, soft, girl in my bed equaled the best after party gift. I wrap my hands in her hair, and wow, her hair is soft, and long, and smells as sweet as the rest of her. I start nibbling her ear, and she moans...oh yeah, that is definitely a good start. I move to her neck and begin to suck at the skin below her ear, she moans again, this time louder. Hell. This is great. God, she has the fucking softest skin ever. My head is spinning again, shit, no, not the right time for a spinning head. I need her lips. I wrap one hand behind her head and take her mouth. And fuck if I thought her skin was soft, her lips are fucking perfection. It's just getting good...really fucking good when a sharp pain slams my face, followed by a blow to my chest and high pitch squeal. Okay, uh, my gift likes it kinky. I can dig that shit.
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Lyra:
What the hell? One minute I'm dreaming of standing on the podium with a giant gold medal around my neck, followed by a celebratory kiss from my tall, dark haired boyfriend who looks a lot like my new step—nope, strike that thought—the next there are actual lips kissing me...hard, determined, masculine lips. Oh my God. Oh my God. Wait. Someone is actually kissing me, and shit, it feels...well hell, it feels amazing...it feels beyond amazing, but wow, the person smells like a distillery and...what the fuck, someone is actually kissing me, someone is in my bed kissing me. Fuck that shit. I jerk back, slap him as hard as I can and then shove him for good measure. "I dig it, baby," the guy slurs. What? I scramble off of the bed and flip the switch on the small lamp by the bed—soft light floods the room, illuminating the previously dark figure. Whoa. Okay, strange kissing guy is insanely good looking...really really good looking, and really naked...oh shit, he's naked. I swallow and look down, that's not much better, now I see his muscular, bare legs...oh God. Okay, he's wearing briefs, that's...uh, that's good, but yeah, the briefs are definitely "brief"...fuck, they're small, and well they show EVERYTHING. It's clear that he's "ready to go." Oh hell, what the freak is going on? Who is this guy? "I like you looking at me, baby, but I'd rather you be on me..." hot naked guy starts to move toward me and falls to the side with a groan. Yeaaaah...he is wasted. "Uh, listen, who are you? And why are you in my room?" I manage to get out, trying to talk to him without really looking directly at him. Because looking at him is causing a warm fluttering feeling deep inside of me. Wow, he's hot. "Baby, you're my present. I've got the best brothers ever!" What. The. Fuck? "Uh..." It's all I manage to get out before he grabs me around the waist and pulls me forward, Jesus he's fast. I struggle and push against his chest. "Lemme go." "Hey...it's cool...a little rough and run, it's cool, but can we get to the fucking part?" "WHAT?" I shriek. "I am not fucking you. Seriously, I'm not fucking you. I don't even know who you are!" I screech, still trying to extricate myself from his hold. God. It's like being held by a boa constrictor—a boa constrictor made of steel. "Seriously, let go." "Baby...I know Tal called you for me...or was it Xavier? Xav's a good bro." I go still at the mention of Xavier. Oh shit. Oh my God. Xavier. Brother. Oh my God. Was this... "You're Xavier's brother?" I murmur. "Yup," He's pulling me closer, "the best one, Trent...but you already know that...right babe?" He slurs the last part and starts to sway a bit. I take the opportunity to push him slightly and slip out of his hold. Oh boy—or should I say—oh brother?! "I'm...I'm not here for you...I mean I'm not a...a...your...present..." Crap I sound like a stupid idiot, what the hell is my problem, oh I know, my problem is the mostly naked insanely hot drunk guy in my bed doing his best to devour me. "Trent?" I say hesitantly, still managing to evade his arms. Fuck, for a drunk guy he's pretty quick. "You know it baby," Trenton manages to grab my wrist and pull me back onto the bed. I squeak as I land half on top of him. "Stop it...seriously, Trent...I'm Lyra...I'm your new stepsister...your new...hey, stop that," I swat at him with my free hand as he presses kisses to the top of my chest. Oh, God, I'm hot...I mean, I feel hot, that feels good. No. Stop. Bad, bad, bad Lyra. This is ridiculous and....and...awful...and why the hell does awful feel so freaking fantastic? "No, Trent...I'm your Lyra..." no, what the fuck, not his Lyra, his stepsister...that's right... "Lyra...that is the prettiest name...ever..." Trenton starts sucking on my exposed skin and I can't help but moan. I weakly push against him and am vaguely aware that he's now moaning...but it doesn't sound like a happy, feel good moan. "God...you...you are fucking beautiful...and...God...I think I'm going to..." he pulls back and I see his eyes. Oh jeez. What the hell am I thinking. I'm totally taking advantage of him. He's totally drunk and here I am and here he is and oh jeez is he going to throw up on me? "Okay, how bout' you lie back down." I gently take his arm and help prop him up on my bed. "I'm going to fix you right up. Well...maybe not fix you right up...you're still going to feel like shit right now...but trust me when I say you'll feel a whole helluva lot better tomorrow morning after taking my sure full proof remedy. You're totally not listening to me, are you? Are you even awake?" Trenton's eyes are closed and a truly beautiful smile is gracing his incredibly handsome face. "Yeah babe, I'm awake...we're not done...nope...not done...trust me..." I snort. "Okay, don't go anywhere. I'll be back." I sigh and give him one last cursory look before leaving the room in search of the kitchen and some necessary ingredients.
