The Kiss
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Chapter 10
Coming of Age Sex Story: Chapter 10 - A teenage girl who feels like she needs to practice risky behavior puts herself in a terrifying situation that makes her question everything, including whether or not she deserved what happened to her while exposing herself in public. What she finds changes her life forever. WARNING: Brutal Rape Scene. The story is not about rape, but something else. From the best-selling author of Potential and Attic Voyeur: The Incest Next Door.
Caution: This Coming of Age Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/ft Coercion NonConsensual Rape Heterosexual Fiction Crime Humiliation Rough Interracial Black Male White Female Anal Sex Cream Pie Oral Sex Violence
“Shh.” She eased up to my back and laid her head on the pillow. I felt her breath moving my hair. She put her arm over my body. I took her hand and pulled it close to my chin, hugging her arm against my chest. I felt like a little girl again, in my big sister’s bed, and Anna was trying to make everything all better.
That was where I went during a storm or after a nightmare. If we were watching a scary movie, we huddled under a blanket on the couch or curled up on the floor in front of the TV. Anna always made me feel safe.
Her thigh replaced the pillow between my legs. A jerking sob caught me off guard. “Sally, please talk to me. It hurts my heart to see you like this. I want to help you. Please, let me.”
“Nobody can ever know, nobody.”
“I’m not nobody, so you can tell me,” Anna said. “I’ll never tell, you know that.”
“I did something really stupid. The worst thing I’ve ever done. I hate myself.”
Anna’s voice wouldn’t have been heard if her lips weren’t touching my ear, “I’ll always love you.”
That made my crying more pathetic. “Tissue, ah, I, ah, need tissue.”
“Tissue,” Anna said and kissed my cheek.
An image of a little me without front teeth flashed through my mind. Anna did the same thing back then, she kissed me because tissue sounded like kiss you. Deep in my soul, a smile was trying to form, but it didn’t reach my face. My sister rolled back and grabbed a box of Kleenex. “I thought we might need these,” she said and dropped a tissue on my face, then she blew her nose.
“Why are you crying? I asked.
“Because I can feel your pain.”
“I’m sorry.” I flooded the tissue. “I need another.”
Once all the snot was taken care of and I regained some composure, I lay on my back. Anna’s eyes glistened, and her expression was grave. I had to look away. “This is embarrassing,” I said.
“More embarrassing than when you pissed your pants?” Anna sat Indian style and tucked her shirt in under her crotch.
“You’re not wearing pants.”
“Neither are you,” she said. “I didn’t want you to think I was judging you before.”
We had seen each other naked since I was four, but I still said, “But I’m not wearing a shirt either.”
“You want me to take mine off?”
It was clear Anna wasn’t going to give up until I told her, so I started with, “You know how I am, right?”
Anna set her palms on her folded knees like a guru ready to meditate. “Yeah, I know, you like to flaunt your stuff, being risky. That has always been your M.O. So what? Everybody has something they think is wrong or makes them a bad person.”
“Even you?” I asked.