Chapter 4

As Jay left the kitchen, Kara turned to her laptop, trying to distract herself with homework. But her mind was elsewhere, her thoughts consumed by the conversation with Jay. She couldn’t believe he had refused her, that he had rejected her like that. She felt like she was going to explode with frustration.

She needed to release this tension, and she knew exactly how. She stood up, making her way to her bedroom, her heart pounding in her chest. She closed the door behind her, leaning against it for a moment, taking a deep breath. She undressed quickly, her clothes falling to the floor in a heap.

She stood naked in front of her full-length mirror, looking at her reflection. She was slim, her body toned from years of dance classes. Her breasts were small, but perky, her nipples hard and erect. She ran her hands over her body, her fingers tracing the curve of her hips, the softness of her stomach. She could feel the heat building between her legs, the ache for release growing stronger...

She knew what she had to do, she walked to her dresser and took out a simple matching grey bra and panty set. She put them on, adjusting herself in the mirror to make sure everything was perfect. She then went to her closet and picked out a pair of denim shorts, and a crop-top that showed off her curves perfectly. She slipped into the ensemble, and then walked to her vanity to put on some makeup.

As she was applying her mascara, she heard a knock at her door. She froze, her heart pounding in her chest. She wasn’t expecting anyone, and she certainly wasn’t dressed to receive visitors. She quickly grabbed a robe and wrapped it around herself, tying it tightly at the waist. “Yes?” she called out, her voice barely above a whisper.

The door creaked open, revealing Jay standing in the doorway, his eyes scanning her body, taking in her dishevelled appearance. “Kara, we need to talk,” he said, his voice firm.

Kara’s heart sank. She knew he was going to bring up their conversation from the night before, and she wasn’t ready to face it. She stepped aside, allowing him to enter her room. “Sure, Jay. What do you want to talk about?” she asked, her voice calm and cold despite the turmoil inside her. She turned to face him, her arms crossed over her chest, her eyes challenging.

Jay hesitated, running a hand through his hair. He knew he had to tread carefully, to choose his words wisely. But he also knew he couldn’t keep walking on eggshells around her, not after what she had asked of him. “Kara, last night ... what you asked me to do, it was wrong. It’s incest, and it’s fucked up. I can’t believe you even suggested it,” Jay said, his voice firm, his eyes locked onto Kara’s.

Kara’s face flushed, her eyes flashing with anger. “How dare you judge me, Jay? You’re no fucking saint. You’re fucking your tutor, remember?” she spat, her voice laced with venom.

Jay’s jaw clenched, his hands balling into fists at his sides. “That’s different, Kara. Karruche is an adult, and she’s not my fucking sister,” he growled “And even if she was, I wouldn’t be fucking her. This is different, Kara. You’re my sister, and I won’t go there with you.”

Kara’s face contorted with rage, her eyes narrowing. “You’re a fucking hypocrite, Jay. You’re no better than me. You’re just too chickenshit to admit it.”

Jay’s hand shot out, grabbing Kara by the arm and pulling her close. “Don’t you fucking dare call me that, Kara. I said no, and I meant it. Now, you either accept that or...” Jay’s voice trailed off, his grip on Kara’s arm tightening. He could feel her pulse racing under his fingertips, see the defiance flickering in her eyes. He knew she wouldn’t back down so easily.