Fuck.
Okay, so... That was a lot more fun than he thought it would be. Than he thought it should be. Way too much fun. God, he felt -just- insane guilt now and he knew that he shouldn't. Not technically. Because... Kylin was his sister. Not his lover. And it shouldn't matter. Really, it shouldn't.
So why the hell did he feel like this?
God, it hurt so bad. And it hurt knowing that she would hurt if she knew. If she ever found out. He should probably tell her, right? But why would he want to tell her something he already knew would hurt her? And really he didn't have to tell her. It was his life, right? Okay, so. He should be sure she knew they weren't... uh. Able to be together. Like they wanted. Right? Because, Dad said that's not cool. And he wanted to trust Dad, of course, but also... goddamn, he just really fucking wanted Kylin.
Would it be bad to maybe just... Just one night? One time and that was it. As long as Dad didn't find out, that'd be cool, right? They could wander off a little, maybe out for the day somewhere, and just. Try it out. And then be done. They'd know what it was like and that would be enough. They could.. move on. Or something. Maybe. Not that he wanted to.
Okay, well. One time sounded like a nice start. Or, uhh, end.
And it definitely sounded like the best idea right now the very moment his eyes settled on her. Damn, that perfect lavender, the smooth, creamy white of her hip -a hip he could grab so tight and pull closer. So goddamn sexy, and he was sure his lust was clear in his eyes as he studied her body in that way he knew he shouldn’t. Father would not like this at all. But, damn, she looked so good.
His eyes slowly made their way back to her face and he remembered... that he was supposed to be apologizing. Because she was hurt that he left, that they'd had to spend time away. But mostly that he'd left her. He was just trying to do what Father said was right, to put distance between them, but she didn’t know that. And it sucked. A lot. For both of them. God, but he was a little distracted from apologizing just then, and he walked up to her with eyes bright and hungry.
He didn’t stop until he was pressed against her, his chest to hers and his cheek rubbing along her neck with a smooth glide. He breathed her in, and sighed it out. Yeah, apologizing could wait. Or maybe he could make it up to her in this better way. ”Come on, Kylin,” he whispered to her, his voice almost pleading. ”Let’s go away for a while.” Just a while. They’d both love it.