Secret Sibling Society

Secret Sibling Society

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The music pulses through the floor boards and into the soles of her feet, sending vibrations up her spine that help to keep up the beautiful rhythm of her body. Her striking blue eyes watching every hauntingly graceful move of her lean figure in the floor length mirrors that line the walls of the studio. The pounding steps under her feet are creating their own melody with the rain pouring through the heavens and ricocheting off of the metal roof above her. The setting perfectly reflecting her emotions of despair, evoked by yet another crinkled paper with an obnoxious F written in the top corner that is sitting in her designer bag by the door.
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|WATTPAD ALL CHARACTERS ARE 18+| "You're leaving?" Mr. Daughtler asks, seeming disappointed. "Yeah...it's getting late" I say. Just as I open the door, Mr. Daughtler uses his hand to push it close. I turn around, looking deep into his eyes, Our faces close together, I stare into his eyes and swallow hard; nervous about what is about to come. "Please don't leave" He begs "...what are you doing?" I ask, he slowly rests his hand on my cheek. "You're one of my favorite students...you know that right?" Mr. Daughtler whispers I'm completely speechless at first. "Um..." I say, watching him lean in for a kiss. However, I immediately turn my head "We probably shouldn't-" "But you want to...?" Mr. Daughtler tells me. I say nothing, we both know the answer to that. Mr. Daughtler slowly unbuttons his shirt; as it drops to the floor, I stare at his six-pack, rock-hard abs. "Tempting, isn't it?" He whispers, staring down at me. Mr. Daughtler moves my hands, slowly placing them on his abs. "You can't resist," He says. I gulp, knowing that what we are doing is wrong. However, how can I say no to that body? He leans in, whispering in my ear "How long would it take you to moan my name?"

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