Gender: Male Age: Secret Location: In the bushes outside your bedroom window.
|Introduction: Jeff and Brit play tie-up games and have fun in the shower.|
Crossing The Line
Once Kari and Crystal left, Brit crept up behind Jeff on the bed and suddenly threw her arms around his neck, pressing her body up against his.
"Did you have fun today?" she asked.
"Did I ever!" he grinned.
"So you don't mind?"
"That we were being so naughty."
"Of course I don't mind."
"So do you think I'm a naughty girl?" she asked.
"Yes, but I like naughty girls," he replied.
"Does that mean you're not going to punish me?"
"What do you mean? That's why I like naughty girls, so that I get to punish them!" He reached back with one of his hands and tickled her in the side.
She squealed and released him, hopping off the bed and dashing into her room. Laughing, he followed her. He grabbed her around the waist and tossed her onto the bed, then pounced on her, pinning her down.
"Say the words!" he ordered.
As soon as she stopped giggling, she said, "Now I'm completely at your mercy. You can do anything you want to me, and I can't stop you. My body is yours to play with." Though he had heard the words plenty of times before, they took on a completely new meaning, considering the circumstances. Suddenly he realized where he was, and moved to get off of her.
"Aren't you even going to tie me up?" she asked with a grin. She was apparently enjoying this. Jeff reconsidered. Since she obviously didn't mind, he was willing to go as far as she was. He held both her hands with one of his own and reached for the ropes she kept on a shelf in the headboard of her bed.
A couple of quick knots later and she had her arms strapped tightly to the bedposts. She laughed as he moved down to her legs, kicking in a mock attempt to prevent him from tying her further. But he managed to subdue her, and she found herself naked and spread-eagle in her bed, bound to all four bedposts.
Now came the fun part. He didn't have to think very hard to come up with a way to "torture" her this time. Going to her room for a minute, he grabbed her camera and brought it back.
"No!" she exclaimed in feigned horror. But the smile of delight on her face betrayed her pleasure.
"Say cheese," he told her, and snapped a picture of her bare body. He took a few more as she squirmed around on the bed. It was too bad the camera couldn't do video; it wouldn't have the full effect without the jiggling of her naked breasts. But with her body, the pictures would still be amazing.
That gave him another idea to add to her torture. "You know, I think I could make money off of these," he said. "I'll bet my friends would be willing to pay five bucks for each of them. Hell, Jesse would pay ten."
But if he thought he was going to get a reaction out of her, he was wrong. Instead, she just smiled and said, "Go ahead. I'll just take some more. I bet I can get a higher price than you can." He was completely shocked. He had always thought of her as a little shy, even timid. Never had he suspected such a bold statement from her.
She had probably said it just to see his reaction. It was all in fun, of course. He would never let these pictures out, although he wasn't about to delete them, either.
"Okay, so I'll just upload them to the internet instead," he told her.
"Oh, yes!" she exclaimed. "Just the thought of all those perverts and old men staring at my naked body makes me so horny!"
Okay, so that didn't get the expected reaction, either. This was a new game she was playing, and so far she was winning.
"Okay, I guess there's no way to use these pictures against you. So I'll have to settle for raping you." He unfastened his pants, as if to take them off.
"You can't do that," she told him.
"Just watch," he grinned evilly.
"No, I mean, it's not rape if the victim is a willing participant."
She was still winning this little game of his! He decided to take it to next level. Even though she had already seen him naked, he wanted to see what her reaction would be if he took his clothes off in front of her and made like he was going to follow through with his evil plan.
First he pulled his shirt up over his head, then glanced over at her to see what kind of expression she had on her face. But it was only that same smile that she had worn this whole time. Then he dropped his pants to the floor, leaving only his shorts on. She stared at the bulge in his pants with a grin. He hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his shorts, still keeping his eyes on her, but she still stared at his crotch.
Then he hesitated. What was he doing? This was his little sister. But the view of her there naked and tied up like that, completely at his mercy, was the most erotic thing he had ever seen.
"Well?" asked Brit.
He knew he shouldn't be doing this. After all, it was just a game. She was testing his limits, and he was testing hers. But he had the upper hand; it would be a shame to let her win, especially if all he had to do was take it a little further. There was a part of him that wanted to take it further, that wanted to not only push the boundaries, but cross them completely. When it came right down to it, Brit was one of the sexiest girls he knew. Right now he thought she was sexier than Crystal, sexier than Kari, even sexier than Allison!
By this point, that little voice in his head warning him that this was wrong had faded to an almost imperceptible whisper. Ignoring it, he slid off his shorts and stood in front of her, completely naked.
She surprised him even more by licking her lips. "Yummy!" she exclaimed, staring right at his swollen member.
"You like that, don't you?" he asked.
"And what would you like me to do with it?"
"I want you to take that big thing of yours and stick it up inside me."
Hearing her talk dirty like that only served to heighten his arousal. This was the most fun game he had ever played with her!
"First you have to do something for me," he told her.
"Anything! You're my master and I'm your slave."
"You have to let me kiss you."
"Come here," she smiled. "My lips are waiting."
"Oh no," he told her. "I'm not going to kiss your lips!"
He walked over to the bed, then leaned over and wrapped his lips around one of her nipples.
"Oh, Jeff!" she exclaimed. "Oh, that feels so good!"
His hand went to her other breast and he began to fondle it. Her breaths grew heavier then as he teased her body. He could tell she was enjoying this immensely.
Then he realized, this was supposed to be torture, not amusement. He rose back up and pulled his hand away, causing her to groan in disappointment.
"Well, raping your pussy apparently won't do the job," he said, "since you've been begging me for it. So what should I do?"
"Do whatever you like," she taunted. "It doesn't matter; I'll enjoy it."
"I know," he said with a wicked grin on his face. "I'll rape your mouth!"
"Oh, yes!" she exclaimed. "Let me taste it! Let me suck all the cum out of it! Let me feel you shoot it down my throat!"
"Oh, it won't be that easy," he said. "I'm going to shove it in so deep that you'll choke. You'll want me to stop, but your mouth will be so full of my cock that you won't even be able to scream." He climbed up onto the bed, straddling her chest. He leaned over and pointed the tip toward her mouth.
"Go on," she said. "I want to feel you shove your dick right down my throat. Do it, Jeff! Do it now! Oh god! I'm--" Her body tensed up again as she cried out. Jeff was surprised at how easily she reached orgasm, even without being physically stimulated. Then with a final shudder, she relaxed. Jeff simply knelt there, not knowing what to do.
Then he caught a gleam in her eye, and realized that she wasn't through with him yet. "Now it's your turn to feel good, big brother," she breathed. She stuck her tongue out and touched it to the tip of his cock. The sensation sent thrills through him. He was so far gone now that he could barely restrain himself. But then, suddenly, he realized what she had said. She had called him her brother.
"Oh fuck, Brit, what are we doing?" he exclaimed, getting off her.
"But aren't you going to fuck my mouth?" she asked in a disappointed tone.
"Don't say that!" he snapped.
Suddenly her eyes started welling up with tears, and he felt guilty for yelling at her.
"I'm sorry," he said, beginning to untie her arms. "I just think we need to end this game right now. It was starting to get out of control."
"What game?" she asked.
"Come on, that's not funny. Do you realize what I was about to do to you?"
"Yes, you were about to make me suck you off. I don't mind."
"Really?" he asked, taken aback. That part of him that wanted to have her began to gain some more ground in that war inside of him. "You wouldn't have minded sucking me off?"
"It wouldn't be the first time, after all. Besides, I want to make you happy. I'm serious when I say I want you to do anything you want to me, as long as it makes you feel good. If you want to cum in my mouth, that's all right. If you want me to swallow it, I'll even do that."
By that time he had finished untying her. She sat up in bed and gazed up lovingly into his eyes. "Let me show you how good I can make you feel." She slid off the bed and knelt in front of him, opening her mouth.
Once again his resolve weakened. He wanted so much to take her up on that offer. Just the thought of her sweet little lips wrapped around his cock as she milked every last drop of his cum out of it drove him wild. Here she was, ready and willing, kneeling in front of him. All he would have to do would be to take a couple of steps forward, and she would do the rest. Two steps. That was all.
He took the first step, and a smile spread across her face. She was so beautiful, so sexy. His cock was now a mere six inches from those lips that were waiting to bring him to the peak of pleasure. One more step, and she would turn his fantasy to reality. One step.
"No!" he exclaimed. "Brit, get up!"
"Oh, fuck you!" she shouted, but she climbed up onto the bed, where she sat staring at the floor with a look of anger on her face.
"Look, Brit, we can't--"
"You must think I'm such a slut right now," she said.
"What? No, of course not. I was the one who tied you up, remember? And I was just about to take you up on the offer. If you want to blame someone, blame me. Here I am, supposed to be taking care of you, and I was about to... to abuse you."
Her face softened, and once more tears began to return to her eyes. "But don't you love me?" she asked.
"That's not fair," he said. "You know I love you. You're my favorite little sister, after all."
She couldn't help laughing a little at that, but the tears remained in her eyes.
"I just wanted to make you happy," she said.
He came down and sat beside her, putting an arm around her shoulder. She leaned over and hugged him.
"Brit," he said soothingly, "You don't need to do anything to make me happy. Anything at all. I'm just happy that you're my sister. So let's have no nonsense about... you know."
"So you're not mad at me?"
"Mad at you? For what?"
"For... tempting you."
"Oh, of course not. I just think it was a mistake, that's all. A mistake that we both made. I'm just glad that it didn't go any further. Besides, didn't you tell me you're in love with Crystal?"
"Then maybe you shouldn't be fooling around behind her back, okay?"
"But she... she..."
"Brit, what is it?"
"She's been fooling around with you, so why can't I?"
"Because you apparently don't mind, if what happened this afternoon is any indication. Are you sure she would feel the same way?"
"Well anyway, I'm still your brother, so it's not right. Look, Brit. You know I love you, and I'm flattered that you want to make me happy. But I would be most happy if you didn't do anything that could hurt you later on, all right?"
Brit nodded, and he kissed her on the forehead.
"Thank you, Jeff," she said, giving him one last squeeze and pulling away. They just gazed into each other's eyes for a while, not needing to say anything else.
Then she leaned in one more time, but this time she put her mouth up next to his ear.
"By the way, you can keep those pictures you took," she whispered, then hopped up and headed into the bathroom.
Jeff sat there a while longer, lost in thought. He had just narrowly avoided making the biggest mistake of his life. But was it really a mistake? After all, they both loved each other, and they had both wanted this. He felt no revulsion to the idea of sex with her any more, only caution. She was vulnerable, true, but that was just because of her age. And yet he had had sex with Crystal, who was the same age. Why should he think this was any different?
He heard the water in the shower start up, which didn't surprise him, since she had climaxed and needed to be cleaned up. But then he wondered if there was also a subconscious thing there. Perhaps she needed to wipe away the dirtiness that she felt at what she had almost done. Was she, like Lady Macbeth, trying to wash away a spot that could never be cleaned? He laughed at the analogy. So he had learned something in his English Literature class after all.
But Brit hadn't seemed disgusted with the idea; she had only stopped because he had. Was she willing to take this all the way?
When he spied his camera still sitting there, he had a great idea. They had already crossed this line, so he didn't feel any guilt about what he was about to do. Picking it up, he went over and opened the door to the bathroom and stepped inside. Holding it ready, he opened the shower curtain and snapped a quick picture.
"Jeff!" Brit exclaimed in a shocked and angry tone, but she wore a grin on her face. Rivulets of water ran down her glistening body, and her long hair was damp. Rather than try to hide her body, she faced him and put her hands on her hips in a mock showing of anger.
"Just thought I'd continue where we left off earlier," he said.
She looked at the camera for a minute. "Do you promise you won't let anyone else see those pictures?" she asked.
"Then go ahead. I'll just pretend you're not there."
"Good," he said, then took another picture.
She continued to bathe, soaping up her body and rinsing it off several times. As she threw her head back to wash her hair, he made sure to photograph her gorgeous breasts in all their glory. He was getting excited at the thought of having all these pictures on his computer where with a few clicks of the mouse he could see her naked any time he wanted.
Then she glanced down at his engorged member, which he wasn't trying to hide.
"Can that camera take pictures automatically?" she asked.
"Wouldn't it be fun to have it take some pictures of us together?"
"You mean, taking a shower together?"
"Why not? It's only fair. We've showered together before."
"Yes, but that was with Crystal."
"And you're more worried about taking a shower with your sister than you are about taking a shower with your sister while getting a blowjob from another girl?"
When she put it that way, his hesitation did seem kind of out of place considering their past activities.
"Well, if you don't mind that I--"
"--have an erection?" she interrupted. "Yes, I can see that. I don't mind a bit."
"I'll go get my tripod," he grinned.
As soon as he entered his room, he began to have second thoughts. He had agreed to get in the shower with her because he thought it would feel so nice. She was such a beautiful girl, and the thought of being that close to her steaming, glistening body was driving him wild. But wasn't that exactly the sort of thing he had said they had to avoid? Surely it was wrong to have those kinds of feelings for his sister. She had been flirting with him all afternoon, but that was just a game, wasn't it? Or was it? She had reached an orgasm after all. So maybe there was more to this game. If there wasn't, he had no right to be taking advantage of her, and if there was, then it was up to him to put a stop to this right now.
"Are you coming, Jeff?" he heard her call from the bathroom. "I need you to wash my back!"
The thought of putting his hands on her nude body destroyed the last of his willpower. He grabbed his tripod, screwed the camera in place, and headed back into the bathroom.
She stood there in the shower, still naked and still as lovely as ever. Jeff set up the tripod and positioned the camera for maximum effect. Then he changed the settings to auto-shutter.
"It will take pictures every five seconds," he told her.
"Which should be just enough time to strike some intensely erotic poses," she grinned. There was that flirting again. How much truth was there to it?
He pressed the button to start the timer on the camera and stepped into the shower with her. He took a few seconds to let the water run over his body, allowing it to relax him.
"I just realized something," his sister said. "We haven't done our homework yet."
"We just got in the shower, and now you want to get back out again?" he asked, trying not to sound too disappointed.
"Not that kind of homework," she replied with a sly grin.
"Um... what are you talking about?"
"Remember, you're supposed to be helping me practice kissing."
"What, you mean here? Now?" he asked, startled.
"What better place?" she asked, reaching up and putting her hands on his shoulders.
He was half convinced the flirting earlier had been real, and two-thirds convinced that this was stepping way over the line. But as he gazed into her beautiful blue eyes, he realized that he wanted it as much as she did.
As he was a full head taller than her, he had to lean down. Instinctively his hands went to her waist the way they always did, and he drew her in to him. She pressed her body up against him, his hot member nestled up against her abdomen. Her nipples were hard; there was no doubt now that she was as aroused as he was. God, it felt so good!
Their lips touched, and she melted in his arms. If their kisses had been wonderful before, this time they were heavenly. He could feel the love and passion swirling around the two of them, the pleasure of their bodies becoming one, the desire and lust burning in his loins. He wanted to take her right there, to enter her and consummate their love. His sister! His beautiful, sweet, sister! How he loved her in that moment!
But there was still that voice in the back of his head, warning him that this could not be. Somehow he knew that if he wanted her to, she would give herself to him, fully and without remorse. He could take her now and she would be more than willing. But it would be a mistake; she didn't realize the consequences. And because he loved her, he could not do that to her.
Slowly and reluctantly, he pulled away. She gazed up at him with that same adoring smile that he loved so much about her.
"I think you're far beyond the need of practice," he told her. "Besides, if we practice any more, I think I'll explode."
She giggled, which had the pleasurable effect of jiggling her breasts up against him. Then she took a step back and turned around.
She reached into an indentation in the wall and withdrew a bar of soap. "Well, then, why don't you wash my back?" she asked, handing the soap to him.
That seemed harmless enough. He began to run the soap over her neck and shoulders, then used his free hand to rub and massage her skin.
"Mm, that feels good," she cooed. "Now go lower." He soaped up her shoulder blades, then the small of her back. He ran the soap down her spine, causing her to giggle. She'd always been ticklish back there; actually, she'd always been ticklish everywhere. His hands worked all over her skin, and he could hear her sighing in satisfaction.
"Lower,” she said once again, and he knew exactly what she meant. Once again he felt a twinge of uneasiness at where this was headed, but it was only a momentary guilt, which passed almost as soon as it appeared. He rubbed the bar all over her cheeks, feeling them with his free hand. From the sounds she was making, she seemed to enjoy it immensely.
Suddenly, the soap slipped out of his hand. It fell to the floor and slid between her legs to come to a stop at the far end of the tub.
"I'll get it," she said, bending over. The movement ended up pushing her soapy rear end against his crotch, sending another jolt of pleasure through him. He almost suspected she did that on purpose. But she stood back up with the soap in her hand, as nonchalant as if it hadn't even happened. After handing it back to him, she stood in the water for a minute, letting the soap all rinse away. Then she looked him in the eye with that sly grin that meant she was going to suggest something naughty. "Now wash my front," she said, handing him the soap.
That voice in the back of his head was silenced by the overwhelming desire he had to touch her, to fondle her, to run his hands all over her. With a return grin, he took the soap from her hand. Once again he went to work, this time on her shoulders and around her collar bone. He didn't even give her the chance to tell him to go lower, but immediately began to work his way down toward her breasts. He ran the bar down through her cleavage then under her right breast, then repeated with the left. He took them in his free hand as he came back over the top, brushing the bar against her nipples. Then he put down the soap and took both soapy breasts in his hands, squeezing and massaging them. He paid extra attention to her nipples, taking them in his fingers and pinching them gently. He heard a moan escape her lips.
Forgetting all about the excuse of washing her, he continued to knead her breasts in his hands, enjoying the feel of them. He watched her chest rise and fall with her breathing, which was growing heavier with each breath. No doubt she was feeling even more pleasure than him from the activity. Her tits were small and perky, and somewhat firm to the touch. He was getting even more excited than he was already; a few more minutes of this and he would probably have an orgasm himself.
There was one more thing he wanted to do, he realized. If he had had any qualms about this before, they were completely gone now. He leaned down and flicked his tongue against one of her nipples, as he had done earlier on the bed.
Apparently her climax had not decreased her sensitivity there. "Oh, Jeff!" she squealed in ecstasy. "Yes! Yes! Taste them, Jeff! Taste your little sister's nipples!"
He sucked it into his mouth and teased it with his tongue. It felt so wonderful to give such pleasure to the girl he most loved in the world. She put her hands on the back of his head and held him to her breast, not wanting to let him go. Her breaths were coming in gasps of pleasure now, and he realized that she was about to reach a peak.
As soon as he moved to the other nipple, she let out a wail of pleasure that echoed off the bathroom walls. He had done it. He had given his little sister an orgasm!
He laughed as he thought of something funny. She had already had several orgasms while in his presence. It was starting to become a habit.
As her pleasure subsided and she calmed down, she opened her eyes and looked at him with a smile. "Oh, Jeff, I love you so much," she told him.
"I know, I'm the best brother in the whole world," he grinned.
"There aren't too many brothers who would be willing to do that for their sisters," she said.
"Well, I'm sure there would be a whole lot more if all sisters were as sexy as you."
She leaned in and gave him another kiss. Then she glanced down at his rock-hard manhood.
"But I'm afraid we've been neglecting you," she said. "You washed my back, but I haven't washed yours." She grabbed the soap. "On second thought, we'll skip the back," she says. "Let's see... Why don't I start... here?" She thrust the soap into his crotch, running it over his manhood. She reached out and took it in her other hand, massaging the soap in. He felt an intense pleasure at her touch. She sensed it, and started to move her hand up and down. With his penis all lathered up, it slid through her hand easily. She held it tightly, pumping him slowly. Now he found himself moaning in pleasure. If getting her off felt good, receiving the same treatment from him felt even better. Until a couple of weeks ago, he had never in his wildest dreams expected to get a handjob from his sister. In fact, if he had dreamed about it back then, he would have considered it a nightmare. Now, after all that had gone on between them lately, it just seemed a perfectly normal thing for her to do to him. Her touch was like lightning rushing through him, stimulating every part of his body.
Then she began to speed up the rhythm. The pleasure was starting to weaken him, so he stepped back and leaned up against the wall. She continued to increase the speed, and he was not at all surprised to hear himself calling out in ecstasy with every motion. The look on his sister's face told him that she was enjoying making him feel this good.
By now she was jerking him as rapidly as she could. He felt the pressure mounting, and realized that she was about to bring him to orgasm.
"Oh my god, Brit! You're going to make me... make me..."
At that moment he erupted. His seed exploded from his member, splashing all over his little sister's abdomen. She giggled as it continued to spill out all over her. "Ew, that's gross," she said, but the smile on her face told him she was enjoying it. He watched in fascination as it slid down her body, some of it running right down to her beautiful little slit. He realized with excitement that it was possible some of it actually went inside.
"That's going to make some nice pictures," she remarked. "You coming all over your little sister. Isn't incest great?"
As soon as she mentioned that word, he suddenly felt the guilt returning. Yes, this was incest. It was dirty. Everything about this situation was so wrong, and yet at the same time, it felt so right. She had known right from the beginning what she was doing; she had meant to seduce him! How long had she been planning this? Since that night with Rachael? Since the first time they kissed? Or maybe it had been a growing desire spanning years.
"Brit," he said, as she began to clean his semen off of her body. "Listen..."
"No, you listen!" she snapped, catching him off guard. "Don't tell me this was wrong, because you wanted it just as much as me. Yes, it's incest, but no, I don't care. We didn't even have sex, so there's no chance of me getting pregnant, and so there's no harm done, is there?"
He hated to admit it, but she was right. He felt guilty, but if that was the only negative consequence of what they had done, was it really wrong? He didn't know the answer to that question; he didn't even know if there was an answer.
"All right," he conceded. "But before we do anything like this again, we need to talk about it."
"Fine," she said, a smile spreading back on her face. "But can we at least look at the pictures together?"
Jeff laughed. "I wouldn't have it any other way."
He wiped off the few dribbles of semen that had landed on him, then stepped out of the tub, grabbed the camera and turned off the automatic. He unscrewed it from the tripod and took both into his room. While Brit finished cleaning herself up in the shower, he sat down at his computer and uploaded the pictures from the camera.
Even before he finished, the guilt returned. What had he just done? He had molested his little sister, that's what. It didn't matter that she had been in favor of it; she was only thirteen!
He grabbed a pair of boxer shorts, pants, and a button-down shirt and hurriedly put them on, wondering what he should do now.
He knew he had to talk to her about it. There were just some things that brothers and sisters weren't supposed to do, and this was one of them. Better to get it over now than to let her think it was okay. He headed into her room, where he found her lying on her bed, still nude.
As soon as she saw him, she jumped up and ran over to him, grabbing him and hugging him tightly. Despite his determination, he began to waver.
Then came the kisses. She bathed his face with them, and he realized just how much he enjoyed it. His knees began to tremble, and she took the opportunity to push him over onto the bed, climbing on top of him.
"It's too bad you're dressed already," she grinned, reaching for his belt.
"Brit, wait..." he said, though without any real conviction in his voice. He knew it was wrong, but he realized that he was losing that internal battle.
"I don't want to wait," she said, leaning in and beginning to kiss him again.
"Brit, please... I can't..." he stammered.
"Come on, Jeff," she pleaded. "Doesn't this feel better than fighting?"
She had a point. After all, didn't he love her? Wasn't it more appropriate for him to show how much he loved her than to constantly be arguing with her?
She had his shirt unbuttoned by now and began to kiss his chest.
"Oh god, Brit! That feels so good!" he exclaimed.
She just giggled and she continued to work on him.
"Too good," he insisted. He tried to push her away, but in vain because for some reason his arms decided they didn't want to.
"There's no such thing as too good," Brit said, laying her body on top of him and kissing him directly on the lips. "Especially not for my big brother."
"Remember when I said I belong to you?" she asked. "I meant it, every word. You can do anything you want to me. I want you to use my body in any way that gives you pleasure. I'm all yours for the taking."
"Oh, Brit... I want... I want..."
"I think I know what you want," she smiled. "And I want to give it to you."
"But... it's not right..."
Why not? There was a very good reason why not. Somehow, though, he couldn't remember what it was.
"Brit, please!" he said. "You have to stop this, because I don't think I can control myself."
"Then don't," she told him. "Go ahead and lose control. I told you that you can do anything that you want. Here, I'll spell it out for you. I want to have sex with you, Jeff."
How could he refuse such an offer from this gorgeous thing? What kind of a man would he be if he didn't take her up on it?
On the other hand, what kind of a man would he be if he took advantage of her? She was still a little girl, and furthermore, she was his sister.
Somehow he managed to work up the willpower to push her off of him, and he stood up. As he buttoned up his shirt again, he saw the look of hurt and disappointment in her eyes.
"Oh, Brit, I'm so sorry," he said. "Please don't be mad at me. You know I would do anything in the world to make you happy. But this won't make you happy. Maybe it would give you a momentary pleasure, but in the end it could only end up hurting you."
"Why does it have to be that way?" she asked.
"I don't know. It just does. I don't want you to hate me, Brit, but we just can't do this. Do you understand?"
She shook her head.
"You have to trust me on this, then. Can you do that?"
"Yes," she said, hanging her head in sadness.
"That's a good girl," he told her, then headed back to his room to think.
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