” “Yes, it is,” I say to him. The last six days I’ve been sober, with a clear head. I found comfort in his room, peace in his bed. Safety in h...is arms. I have to repay him, have to give him what he wants and desires for once. Which is why I don’t hesitate when I lift my head and kiss his lips. And not just any kiss. No, I press my lips against my brother’s and he melts into me. Our tongues meet, dance. Our eyes are closed. He moves me on top of him so I straddle his lap, and I feel him. Suddenly. He always said I could come with him. There was a standing invitation, he had told me. He even asked me to join him on his trips, telling me it would be good for us and our relationship and how he missed me when he was away. But I never went - I always had an excuse. Then I cheated on him. He found out. Then there was Hell to pay.He was furious. Of course he was. Who wouldn't be? He threatened to kill me and kill himself and kill ‘the prick who fucked me’. He wept and he yelled, putting his. She started to cry saying what we did was very wrong, I tried to convince her but in vain. I decided to leave her alone and not face her again.When I was about to reach the door, she suddenly pulled me back and planted her lips over mine. I turned wild, lifted her up and pinned her against the wall. I was pushing my groin over her wide open legs while we were kissing. She too responded with a soft moan which did nothing but turn me into a monster.Soon we landed on the bed and I started to kiss. One of out ten would suffice. My fingertips rubbed at my neck, just below the earlobe, manicured nails trailing at the clip of my earring, massaging the pale, porcelain skin of my neck as I stole a moment to relax, brushing my fingers up through my lustrous, fiery locks that poured like a waterfall crashing on my slim shoulders. Decompressing from the latest failed applicant, a scrawny grad student with an oily complexion, my mind wandered onto the impetus of this entire ordeal. * * * “ Jesus,.