Weakness of the flesh: chapter two - the next morning
Author: Bree
Rating: R
Justin
woke early that morning, passing by the washroom he heard the
delicate
strands of Iris's voice, "The day is my enemy, the night my
friend,
for
I'm always so alone till the day draws to an end. But when the sun
goes
down
and the moon comes through, to the monotone of the evening's drone
I'm
all alone with you..."
Stepping
back to pause outside the steam filled washroom Justin peered
through
the cracked door, watching Iris comb her still wet hair. Beads of
water
ran down her shoulders and chest, trailing across the silk slip she
was
wearing to leave little see-through streams across her breasts and
stomach,
the humidity already causing the thin material to cling to her
figure
like a second skin.
Justin,
drawn in by the image before him, watched the sprinkling of tiny
droplets
on her collarbones slowly roll towards her chest, nearly able to
taste
the beads of water scattered across her heat flushed skin.
"..When
dawn comes to waken me you're never there at all. I know you've
forsaken
me, till the shadows fall. But then once again I can dream, I've
the
right to be close to you all through the
night
- oh Justin, you're up early." Iris said, suddenly noticing her
brother
in the doorway.
"I-I
was just getting sheets." Justin said, stammering slightly as he
attempted
to drag his focus from the small river now forming between her
breasts.
"I'll
be out in a minute." Iris replied, smiling, a slight blush
coloring
her
cheeks, as she pulled a towel from the rack by the shower and quickly
dried
her hair before wrapping herself in a robe and stepping aside to
allow
Justin
to brush past her, the taste of her skin still on his lips.
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