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Author's note: I strongly recommend reading the first four chapters before reading this one. They aren't that long. I like when authors develop the characters so I did a lot of that. If you're here for a quick fap, look elsewhere. Like chapter 4, heh.
Just a warning: I plan on going over the first 4 chapters and making them a bit easier to read, so the next and final chapter will likely take a bit longer to publish than these last few have. I apparently have some pretty bad writing habits so hopefully I can clean them up. It's hard to find editors but I feel like I'm getting better at this writing thing so **bear** with me.
As always, any and all feedback is appreciated!
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"It's not fair!" Chloe cried, pulling away from me.
"I know," I agreed.
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Eventually I pulled Chloe into my arms and held her for the remainder of the movie as she sobbed into my chest. It was breaking my heart to do this to her, to abruptly pull the plug on our relationship, but I truly felt that by doing this, I was protecting her. I had a haunting suspicion that our mother was aware of our relationship and it scared me to the core.
I continued to reassure her that I wasn't going anywhere and that I would be a big part of her life, forever.
"Do you promise?" Chloe implored.
"Of course!" I answered immediately. "We can keep hanging out and holding hands but.. that's it, okay? Anything more than that is too dangerous."
It was true. We had committed incest, on multiple occasions, and continuing it further was just too dangerous. Our family was deeply religious and my father would throw us out on the streets before agreeing to the relationship we had developed. I likely would have received the harsher punishment, but more than anything else, I just didn't want to be responsible for anything bad happening to my baby sister.
Eventually Chloe calmed down and we backed up the movie and rewatched it. She was on her side, resting her head on my shoulder. Despite everything I told her, I desperately wanted to reach out and caress her cheek or rub the back of her neck. I wanted to tell her to forget everything I had just told her so I could feel the warmth of her lips against mine again, but I didn't. I tried to bury those thoughts.
"Are you okay, Chloe?" I asked after the credits started running down the screen.
She nodded at me, unconvincingly.
"I swear: if I wasn't your brother, I'd be all over you right now. You believe me, right?"
Chloe nodded again and smiled for a moment, before her sadness returned and washed over her face. I faked a warm smile and told her I was going to put in a new movie.
We watched one last movie before going to bed. It was another generic horror flick that we had picked up from a Redbox at the mall. After it ended, I forced myself out of Chloe's arms and got up to leave, much to Chloe's objection.
"I'm going to bed. I'll see you first thing in the morning," I said, walking to the door.
Chloe remained on her bed, still lying on her side in the same position she was in before I had moved.
I'm doing the right thing,
I tried to convince myself. Even as the thoughts passed, I didn't believe them. How could I be doing the right thing if it was so painful to do?
I was lying in my bed, alone, staring blankly at the ceiling for a long time. Even as tired as I was from the long day at the mall, I couldn't fall asleep. My thoughts were in constant conflict over whether or not I made the right decision. I tried to think of things other than Chloe, like doing things that I had put off since the school semester ended. I needed to call an old boss at a local restaurant to see if I could work some hours over Christmas break so I would have some spending money for the next school semester. I had put it off for several days while I was entirely focused on spending time with Chloe. My thoughts did this constantly, breaking away only to circle back to Chloe. I was probably lying there for an hour, fully awake in the darkness, when I heard my door creak open.
My eyes were fully acclimated to the darkness and I easily recognized Chloe slip into my bedroom. She was wearing one of my old t-shirts and it draped over her petite body like a gown. I smiled as I recognized Stone Cold Steve Austin cracking a beer can and pouring it over his face as the centerpiece.
"Hey," I whispered as she stood near the door, appearing nervous and apprehensive.
She walked to the edge of my bed and sat down. The oversized shirt rose up her waist, exposing her long, naked legs. I wanted to reach over and touch her but I resisted. She turned to me and spoke in a soft voice:
"I understand that we can't be together. But I need you right now."
Before I had a chance to protest, Chloe slipped into my bed and under my covers. She grabbed my left arm and wrapped it around her before backing up into me. I sighed as I felt her warm body against mine and breathed in the familiar smell of her watermelon shampoo. My reluctance instantly evaporated and I pulled her tighter against me. Lying like this, spooned behind Chloe, I quickly fell asleep.
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When I awoke the next morning, Chloe was still pressed against me. There was just a thin sheet covering us and it wasn't covering much. Chloe's oversized t-shirt had risen up to just below her chest, exposing the majority of her flat, pale belly. The flimsy white sheet was barely covering her feet and her lower body was completely naked except for a thin layer of cotton panties covering her crotch.
I was aware that I had a hard-on and it was pushing against Chloe's ass. I internally fought against the urge to touch her but ultimately lost as my hand found its way to her soft, smooth legs and started caressing her upper thigh.
Then I felt movement from Chloe in the form of her ass grinding against me. She was awake.
I suddenly felt like a pervert.
What the hell was I doing?
I thought. I climbed over Chloe and got off the bed. I quickly moved to the door and kept my back to her so she wouldn't see the tent in my boxers.
"I'm gonna take a quick shower then eat some breakfast," I said as I walked out of my bedroom.
I couldn't bring myself to look back at her as I left. I knew she would take this as rejection and would be hurt. I'd have to explain it to her later.
I stripped off my boxers before turning the shower knob all the way to the right and standing under the scorching water.
I needed to disconnect the part of my brain that was wired to find Chloe sexually attractive. The moment she woke up, I felt twisted and depraved. Like a sick pervert, I had touched her; pushed myself against her, while she was sound asleep. There was no way she was going to be able to move on if I couldn't control myself.