Laleh | #1 illicit indulgence

Laleh [5]

After the night, their relationship had gone way much better. Their bond had gone stronger and in few weeks they became the inseparable duo again. Happiness shined from the two siblings.

Heath would took Laleh to special picnic for lunch or even afternoon stroll around the palace or boat sightseeing around the dock. By the time his fiancee had gone back to whatever place she had came from, he too spent the night with her. Dinner, city sightseeing in his car or simple activity like watching movies together. Although, more days and nights spent together, Laleh's heart grew weary thinking that sooner or later he had to go back to his responsibilities. She had wandered why he hadn't yet but too scared to actually pop out the question.

Sleeping together in her bed too became their daily routine, at first she only thought it was a one time thing, but when he showed up the next night in his boxer, she knew it wasn't the case. He too kept his night routine which was pulling her to him, hovering his legs and then peppering her with his small kisses, ending them on the corner of her lips.

But in span of days, the ending of the routine was changed when they had spent the weekend in her room watching movies with ice cream as snacks. She had watched the movie seriously so only halfway through that she realised his attention wasn't too the movie but something else occupied his mind.

He had been staring at else, specifically at her lips that mostly covered by nude, pink , or red lipstick. That day she chose the same red as the one on her birthday.

They held each other gaze for a moment too long before he crawled closer on the spread of sheets on her bedroom floor. His face was so close that she could smell all of him at once, musky and expensive rich smell from the cologne that I chose from him and the minty and chocolate flavored ice cream from her mouth. Laleh's heart beating so fast, pumping blood so fast that she thought by the moment their lips connected, she might be fainted. But she didn't. When her soft ones met his, she felt everything erupted all at once.

The world was new color, new smell and new feel. But everything was focusing on him. His hand caressing her jaw with gentleness and his lips stayed on hers felt like years had gone by. It was so innocence, so pure, so powerful. Yet, both of them knew that they were now falling deeply in the forbidden zone.

"I'm your sister, we can't kiss like this," Laleh mumbled half-heartedly, she still felt breathless by the chaste peck they shared.

"I know baby, I know," Heath sighed, eyes staring at her lips with endless craving, "We shouldn't do this,"

But did it stop her to be the one who lean in for the second time?

Of course not.

She was already too lost to be saved.

The second one or the next ones were still innocence, no tongue, no inappropriate touching. Laleh was amazed by Heath's self-control because looking at his eyes, she knew he wanted more, he needed more. But she also knew that he was being careful, he didn't want to scare her or pushing her too much or making her think that he only wanted her for her body, like every other men had been in her life. Or mostly, he wanted her to feel everything, every step, every takes of breath, every exchanged of small sounds, every touch.

After that day, her highlights were the stealing kisses, brushes and secret longing glances they shared.

With every night she spent using nighties, she ran out off her super limited appropriate night gown (she only had 4 and after wore it back to back, she ran out of patient of wearing the same thing more than twice and she was too lazy to buy such boring gown), she dared herself to wear her lingerie, starting from the most covered one.