Free ROMANCE: Menage Romance Collection (Werebear, Werewolf, Vampire and Stepbrother Romance) (Threesome Paranormal Contemporary Young Adult Romance Short Stories) by J.D. Moon Page B

hear that.  I always wondered if I…you know…screwed up your life.”
    “No, no, not at all.  Don’t think that way,” she said, taking his hand and not letting him back away.  “I never felt bad about it.  Maybe I should have?  But I never once blamed you or even regretted anything that happened.”
    “Well, I mean,” he said carefully, “I just chalked it up to experimenting.  Right?  Yeah.  I mean, we were teenagers and under a lot of emotional stress and sometimes mistakes happen.”
    Rob looked at Carolyn, but she only waited in respect, choosing not to say another word.  “What matters is that we move on.  We find happiness in our own lives.  And especially with dad gone and mom who knows where, we really can start a new chapter.  Both of us.”
    Together.
    The thought seemed to come out psychically even in that moment of dignified silence.  “Carolyn was agreeable to his parting words and let Rob drive her back to her neighborhood after a brief snack, back home, which still seemed polluted with bad memories. 
    “Nothing even happened in this house,” she said, eyeing her front door in trepidation.  “But the more I sit here…I just keep thinking I’m not ready to go inside.  I’m not ready to move on like you.  How do you do it?  How do you bounce back?”
    “Sometimes I don’t even know my own secret to doing that,” Rob said.  Sometimes…” 
    Rob paused and looked into Carolyn’s eyes, always so trusting, so vulnerable and nowhere in the world to go, except wherever he might take her.  “Sometimes…”  He shook his head, unable to concentrate and eyeing Carolyn’s neck and chest, thinking back to that, yes, that time when they both surrendered themselves to experimentation and didn’t think—for once—they just followed their urges. 
    Rob was standing still, deadly silent, and taking turns between eyeing Carolyn in curiosity and then back to the steering wheel of his truck, as if trying to pep talk himself out of here. 
    But Carolyn’s vulnerability, her dewy-eyed trust, was always what made him feel secure.  Without thinking, without even anticipating the “why”, he reached out his hand and put his palm on her cheek.  She waited in obedience, never questioning, only meeting his eyes, and breathing deeper. 
    His own internal questions of What am I doing seemed to fade away the more he let himself feel the moment.  His chest was burning.  Just a tiny speck of sweat appeared on his forehead.  He had the strangest inclination, to get clean, and to take Carolyn with him.  What would it feel like, he wondered as their eyes spoke long sentences, to rip her clothes off and bathe, cleansing them both and starting a new chapter in life.  Maybe one more time wouldn’t hurt. 
    Maybe you never really stop experimenting, he figured, as he begin softly tracing her lips with his strong fingers.  Nothing turned her on more than her stepbrother’s loving attention, then and now.  Whenever he would hold her hand and apply a band-aid.  Whenever he would console her after a hard day at school, a long hug, a firm shoulder rub.  Always with family affection, platonic love.
    But not this time.  This time she sensed something intense, lonely, and hungry in his touch.  He couldn’t take his hands off and for once, he seemed to leave his mind and his conscious behind, just as when they were young, the same way everything seemed so free and instinctive. 
    He removed his hand, knowing full well he could end the conversation now, send her to bed and go home to pummel himself with guilt just for thinking the things he did. 
    “Come here,” he said, without a pause or a shudder or even a gulp.  His voice became calm and centered.  He spoke from his heart and met her eyes, enjoying the power he felt.  She would let him do anything.  She would have no choice but to do whatever he asked.  From the moment she first called him that was the feeling in the air. 
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