Chapter 2

The next day, Lorina woke up in her bed at the usual time. She stretched languidly, her body still humming with the remnants of the night before. She could still feel Edgar’s touch, his lips on her skin, his breath on her face. She smiled to herself, a soft, secret smile that she couldn’t wipe off her face.

She got out of bed and made her way to the bathroom, her body still feeling the effects of their encounter. She looked at herself in the mirror, her eyes meeting her reflection. She saw the flush in her cheeks, the sparkle in her eyes. She looked different, she felt different. She felt alive.

She took a shower, the hot water cascading over her body, washing away the remnants of the night before.

She closed her eyes, letting the water soothe her skin, her mind drifting back to Edgar. She could still feel his hands on her, his mouth on her breasts. She shivered at the memory, her body responding to the thought.

As she stepped out of the shower, she wrapped herself in a towel and headed to her room. She could hear the sound of voices downstairs, her parents’ voices. She paused for a moment, listening. They were talking about something mundane, something that had nothing to do with her or Edgar. She let out a sigh of relief and continued to her room.

She dressed quickly, pulling on a pair of jeans and a t-shirt.

She didn’t want to be late for school, didn’t want to give her parents any reason to suspect anything. She knew they would never understand, never accept what was happening between her and Edgar. She couldn’t let them find out, not yet.

She went downstairs as usual, ate her breakfast as usual and then went to school as usual.

But inside, she felt different. She felt alive.

The school day was uneventful, filled with the usual monotony of classes and homework. But Lorina’s mind was elsewhere. She found herself daydreaming about Edgar, about the way his hands felt on her skin, the way his mouth tasted on hers. She could barely concentrate on her classes, her mind constantly drifting back to their secret encounters.

As the day wore on, she found herself growing more and more restless. She needed to see Edgar, needed to feel his touch again. She couldn’t wait until tonight.

She had barely put her hands on him but she already felt that he was her property and her possession.

She wanted to claim him completely, to make him hers in every way possible.

As the last bell rang, lorina and her friends stayed in the corridors for a while, just chatting as they usually do. Most of them were just Lorina’s classmates, but Victoria was in the middle of it. Lorina’s best friend. Over time, some girls finally accepted the end of the school day and decided to leave school. Victoria saw this as an opportunity to be alone with Lorina and so she did.

They were the last two girls left in the corridor. The silence was deafening, and Lorina could feel Victoria’s eyes on her. She turned to face her friend, a small smile playing on her lips.

“What’s up with you today, Lor? You seem ... different...” Victoria said, her eyes narrowing slightly as she studied Lorina’s face.

Lorina shrugged, trying to play it cool. “I don’t know what you mean. I’m just the same old me.”

Victoria raised an eyebrow. “Yeah, right. You’ve been daydreaming all day, and you’ve got this ... glow about you. Spill it, girl. What’s got you all hot and bothered?” Victoria leaned in, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper.

Lorina hesitated for a moment, her heart pounding in her chest. She knew she couldn’t tell Victoria the truth. But she also couldn’t keep this secret to herself any longer. She needed to talk to someone, to share this burden that was growing heavier with each passing day.

“Promise you won’t tell anyone?” Lorina said, her voice barely above a whisper.

Victoria’s eyes widened, but she nodded solemnly. “Of course, Lor. You know you can trust me.”

Victoria’s voice was soft, encouraging. Lorina took a deep breath, steeling herself for what she was about to reveal.

“I ... well, yesterday I saw ... met someone...” Lorina said, her voice barely above a whisper.

Victoria’s eyes widened, her curiosity piqued. “Who is it? Do I know him?”

Lorina shook her head, her cheeks flushing slightly. “No, you don’t know him. And please, don’t ask me any more questions. I need to talk to someone about this, and you’re the only one I trust.”

Victoria nodded, understanding the gravity of Lorina’s words. “Okay ... I won’t ask any more questions. Just tell me what you need to say.”

“I mean ... I don’t know, it’s different. Unlike any guy I’ve hooked up with or tried anything with ... I feel alive”

Lorina finished, her voice barely above a whisper.

Victoria’s eyes widened in surprise, she simply nodded “I’m glad you’re happy, Lor. That’s all that matters to me.”

“Thanks, Vic,” Lorina said, her voice soft. “I don’t know what I would do without you.”

Victoria smiled, her eyes warm. “You don’t have to thank me, Lor. That’s what best friends are for.”

They walked out of the school together, their arms linked. Lorina felt a sense of relief, a weight lifted off her shoulders. She had finally shared her secret with someone, and it felt good.

As they walked, Lorina’s mind drifted back to Edgar. She wondered what he was doing, if he was thinking about her too. She couldn’t wait to see him, to feel his touch again.

“Hey, Lor,” Victoria said, breaking into her thoughts. “Are you going straight home?”

Lorina nodded “Yeah, I think so. I have some homework to do, and I want to get it out of the way early.”

“You know, that guy I hooked up with last week invited me to some stupid party, and i thought I’d invite you so I wouldn’t have to be alone. So ... what you say?” Victoria asked, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “It’s not like you have anything better to do, right?”

Lorina hesitated for a moment, before responding. She knew that the chances of something happening between her and a boy were high, and she didn’t want to spoil what she was beginning to feel for her brother. She didn’t want to risk it all for a party that would probably be filled with people she didn’t even know.

“Thanks for the invite, Vic.” Lorina said “but I think I’ll pass. I have some stuff I need to get done at home.”

Victoria looked disappointed but understanding. “Alright, Lor. I get it. You’re busy with your homework and all. But hey, if you change your mind, you know where to find me.”

Lorina smiled, grateful for her friend’s understanding. “Thanks, Vic. I appreciate it.”

As they parted ways, Lorina headed home, her mind already racing with thoughts of Edgar.

She couldn’t wait to see him, to be alone with him. She knew she should be focusing on her homework, but all she could think about was him.

After dinner, Lorina was in her room finishing her homework,

or at least trying to. Her mind kept wandering back to Edgar. She couldn’t help but think about the way his hands felt on her skin, the way his lips tasted. She could still feel the heat of his breath on her neck, the way his body fit perfectly against hers.

She just couldn’t stand the fact that she was loving the fact that she’d had sex with her little brother.

She loved the way he could make her feel, the way she could make him feel. She was hooked, and she knew it.

She tossed her pen onto her desk in frustration, leaning back in her chair and staring up at the ceiling. She needed a distraction, something to take her mind off of Edgar.

She glanced around her room, her eyes landing on a familiar red box tucked away in the corner of her bookshelf. She smiled, an idea forming in her mind.

She stood up and walked over to the bookshelf, pulling the box out and sitting down on the floor. She had forgotten about this box, full of her old memorabilia and keepsakes from her childhood. She opened the lid and began to sift through the contents, a sense of nostalgia washing over her.

There were photographs of her and Edgar as children, their faces dirty and grins wide. There were drawings and paintings she had made as a kid, some of which she had given to her brother as gifts.

There were old school projects, report cards, and even some of her first stories she had written when she was younger. She smiled as she remembered the time she had written a story about a princess who saved her kingdom with the help of a dragon. Edgar had loved that story, and she had read it to him every night for a week.

That box was like a time capsule, a window into their shared past. A proof of love that, although innocent, could now take on another form. She picked up one of the drawings, a picture of her and Edgar holding hands, their smiles wide and eyes bright. She remembered the day they had drawn it, sitting side by side at the kitchen table, their legs swinging beneath them. They had been so happy, so carefree.

But then Lorina hears a noise coming from the hallway. She quickly puts the box away and turns off her light, pretending to be asleep. The door creaks open, and she can see Edgar’s silhouette in the doorway.

“Lor?” he whispers, his voice barely audible.

She pretends to be asleep, but he knows she’s awake. He walks over to her bed and sits down on the edge, his hand reaching out to brush a strand of hair away from her face.

“Lor, I know you’re awake,” he says softly.

She opens her eyes, looking up at him in the darkness. She can feel his breath on her face, warm and inviting.

She knows she should say something, but she’s frozen, her heart pounding in her chest. She can’t believe he’s here, in her room, in the middle of the night.

Edgar leans in closer, his eyes searching hers in the dim light. “Lor, I can’t sleep,” he admits, his voice barely above a whisper. “I keep thinking about you.”

She feels a shiver run down her spine at his words. She knows she should tell him to leave, that this is wrong, but she can’t bring herself to do it. She wants him here, wants to feel his touch again.

She reaches up, her hand cupping his cheek.

“I can’t sleep either,” she confesses, her voice barely audible. “I keep thinking about you too.”

Edgar’s eyes flutter closed at her touch, his body leaning into her hand. “Lor, I ... I don’t know what this is,” he admits, his voice filled with uncertainty. “But I can’t stop thinking about you, about us.”

She swallows hard, her heart pounding in her chest. “I know,” she whispers. “I feel the same way.”

He opens his eyes, his gaze intense as it meets hers. “I want to be with you, Lor,” he says, his voice filled with a newfound confidence. “I want to be with you all the time.”

Lorina’s heart skips a beat at his words. She feels a warmth spread through her, a longing that she can’t quite understand. She knows she should be cautious, should be thinking about the consequences of their actions. But all she can think about is him, about the way he makes her feel.

“I think I love you” Lorina said, her voice barely above a whisper.

She couldn’t believe the words had come out of her mouth, but she knew they were true. She loved him, loved the way he made her feel, loved the way he looked at her.

Edgar’s eyes widened in surprise, but he didn’t pull away. Instead, he leaned in closer, his lips brushing against hers in a soft, gentle kiss. “I love you too, Lor,” he whispered back, his voice filled with emotion.

Lorina’s heart swelled with happiness. She had never felt this way before, never felt so alive, so complete.

“Just kiss me, you pervert” she whispered, her voice barely audible.

Edgar’s eyes widened in surprise, but he didn’t hesitate. He leaned in, his lips finding hers in the darkness. She could feel his breath on her face, warm and inviting. She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him closer, deepening the kiss.

She could feel his hands on her waist, pulling her closer, his body pressing against hers. She could feel the heat of his skin through her clothes, the hardness of his body against her softness.

She broke the kiss, her breath coming in short gasps.

“Edgar,” she whispered, her voice filled with a mix of desire and caution. “We can’t ... we shouldn’t...”

He looked at her, his eyes filled with a hunger that matched her own. “Why not?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

“I have homework to do.” Lorina whispered, trying to maintain a semblance of reason. “And ... and we can’t do this here. Not in my room.”

Edgar’s eyes flickered with a mix of disappointment and determination. “Why not? We’ve done it before.”

“I know, I even liked it a lot. I just ... want to keep these things out of my safe space, I hope you understand that.” Lorina’s voice was gentle but firm, her eyes meeting Edgar’s in the dim light.

Edgar’s expression softened, and he nodded slowly. “Yeah, I get it. I just ... I want to be with you, Lor. All the time.”

He sighed, his fingers tracing patterns on her thigh. “But I understand, Lor.”

Lorina felt a warmth spread through her at his words.

“Our parents are still downstairs?” Lorina asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

Edgar nodded, his eyes never leaving hers. “Yeah, they’re watching TV in the living room.”

“Fuck.” Lorina sighed, her eyes flickering with a mix of frustration and desire. “I don’t know what to do. I can’t stop thinking about you, about us. It’s like ... it’s like I’m addicted to you.”

Edgar’s eyes softened, and he reached out, cupping her cheek in his hand. “I feel the same way, Lor,” he whispered. “I can’t stop thinking about you either.”

She leaned into his touch, her eyes fluttering closed. “I don’t know what this means, Edgar. I don’t know what we’re doing.”

“Can we ... do it in your room? Since the living room isn’t empty” She asked.

Edgar hesitated for a moment, his eyes flickering with a mix of desire and caution. “I don’t know, Lor. What if someone hears us?”

Lorina bit her lip, considering his words. She knew he was right, but she also knew that she couldn’t wait any longer.

“We’ll be quiet,” she whispered, her voice filled with determination. “And we’ll make sure to lock the door. They’ll never know.”

Edgar’s eyes darkened at her words, and she could see the desire burning in them.

He leaned in, his lips finding hers in a hungry kiss.

“Meet me in your bedroom ... in thirty minutes. Okay?” Lorina whispered against his lips.

Edgar nodded, a slow grin spreading across his face. “I’ll see you in thirty.”

Lorina watched him slip out of her room, her heart pounding in her chest. She couldn’t believe what she was about to do, but she also couldn’t deny the thrill that coursed through her veins.

She quickly changed into something more comfortable, a simple tank top and shorts.

After thirty minutes, Lorina was in the hallway knocking on Edgar’s door. She was just praying that her parents wouldn’t see her. She knocked again, her heart pounding in her chest. She heard the door unlock and Edgar opened it, a mischievous grin on his face.

“Hey, Lor,” he whispered, pulling her inside. He closed the door behind her and locked it.

“Hey,” she whispered back, her eyes scanning the room. It was just like her room, with the same muted colors and minimalist decor. The only difference was the posters on the wall, mostly of bands and movies.

Edgar took her hand and led her to his bed. He sat down, pulling her down with him. She sat on his lap, her legs straddling his waist.

She leaned in, her lips finding his in a soft, gentle kiss. He responded immediately, his hands finding her hips and pulling her closer. “Are you sure about this? We can still stop if you want to.”

He looked at her, his eyes filled with a hunger that matched her own. “I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life.” he said, his voice filled with determination.

She smiled, a soft, secret smile that she couldn’t wipe off her face.

“Do you want to suck my tits again?” Edgar’s eyes widened at her bold words, but he didn’t hesitate. He leaned in, his mouth finding her breast through the thin fabric of her tank top. She gasped at the sensation, her fingers tangling in his hair as he sucked and licked, his hands roaming her body.

She could feel the heat building inside her, the desire coursing through her veins. She wanted him, needed him, more than she had ever wanted anything in her life.

“Edgar,” she moaned, her voice barely above a whisper. “I want you.”

He looked up at her, his eyes dark with desire. “What do you want, Lor?” he asked, his voice hoarse.

“Tell me what you want.”

Lorina’s heart raced as she looked into his eyes.

“I want my little brother.” Lorina whispered, her voice filled with a mix of desire and a hint of mischief.

“Do you know what I want, Lorina?” Edgar asked, his voice low and husky. His hands were still roaming her body, sending shivers down her spine.

She shook her head, her breath hitching as his thumb grazed her nipple. “No, what do you want?”