Free The Realest Ever by Keith Thomas Walker Page A

the direction of his gaze, her nipples hardened like pebbles.  At their ages, they had more hormones than good sense.  They were both virgins, too.  Right then and there Kyra decided that she wanted Donovan to be her first.  It made perfect sense.  She loved him more than anyone in her life – even her family, and she knew that Donovan loved her, too.  Not brother-sister love.  It was full grown adult love.
    And it was a beautiful thing.
    Neither remembered who leaned in first.  They met eagerly in the middle.  The moment their lips touched, a fire ignited in both of their souls.  They knew this is what their relationship was meant to be all along. 
    Kyra’s bottom lip tasted like cherry Now & Later’s.  Donovan would never forget that taste.  It was so sweet.  He hummed as he sucked it.  Kyra emitted a breathy moan.  Donovan stole the opportunity to explore her mouth with his tongue.  Kyra had never been kissed like that before.  She had no idea Donovan was so skillful.  Or maybe his prowess was all in her mind.  Either way, she was in bliss.
    When he felt her breast beneath his hand, Donovan was surprised because he didn’t remember reaching for it.  Kyra arched her back in appreciation, and Donovan didn’t slow up at all.  He gripped her flesh softly, like he wanted to so many times.  Kyra moaned again.  Donovan left her mouth and sucked her fiery neck as his hand snaked under her shirt and under her bra.
    The feel of her bare flesh and hard nipple was overpowering.  Donovan’s manhood jumped in his pants.  He felt the moistness of his pre cum.  He was harder than he had ever been in his entire life.
    Kyra began to lie back on the couch.  Donovan was obliged to follow.  Kyra’s legs spread on their own accord.  Donovan fit so nicely between them.  They kissed again, this time with an animalistic urging that begged to be quenched.  Donovan grinded his hips, and Kyra felt his hardness trying to get in.  There were two layers of denim between them; his and hers.  Donovan reached down, maybe to unbutton his jeans, maybe hers, maybe neither.  They would never know because the next sound they heard was a horrified scream that changed both of their lives forever.
    “ What the hell is going on?! ”
    Donovan jumped off of Kyra, and she yanked her shirt down .  They tried their best to look normal with their hair messed and their breathing ragged.  But Beverly had seen the dirty deed.  She stood in the doorway with shock and fury battling for dominance of her expression.  Her chest began to heave up and down.
    The next five minutes were very unchristian, to say the least.   Beverly called Kyra horrible things, things a teenage girl shouldn’t know the definition of – let alone have directed at her.  Beverly also accused her only son of betraying her.  She said both of them played her like a fool.
    Donovan tried to plead their case.  Kyra really was like a sister to him.  This was the first and last time something like this would ever happen.  But even he didn’t believe that.  Maybe things were innocent before Kyra moved in, but they weren’t now, and it could never go back to the way it was.
    It wasn’t like Beverly was taking any chances.  She contacted Kyra’s relatives that night and bought her a plane ticket the next morning.  When Donovan and Kyra got home from school, Donovan’s father was waiting to take Kyra to the airport. 
    Donovan cried himself to sleep that night .  But he couldn’t hate his mother for what she did.  Instead Donovan blamed himself for surrendering to the desires of his flesh.  Kyra may have initiated it, but she was young.  Donovan was the one who should’ve known better. 
     
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    Donovan turned his truck off and got out so he could help his mother down from the elevated cab.  He walked her to the door and unlocked it with the same key he had since he was in high school.
    “Alright, Mama.  I’ll see you