Present

Here we are again, two sinners tainting each other without the world finding out of their atrocities.

I have her pressed against the shower wall, kissing her neck succulently while wrapping her legs around my humid waist. We were soaked, completely dripping in water and some soap. She arched her back much too erotically as my erection grinded on her core. Her reactions send me over the edge. She sends me over the edge.

Her lips search for mine as I slip into her secret place. The place where no other man has been. The place that this precious Cherry Blossom allowed me to intrude. She moans into my ear, a low blissful moan that always excited me and frenzied my mind.

"Syaoran," She moans my name over and over again as I ram into her at disarraying pace that she seemed to be enjoying. Like many other times and like many other times, regret fills me. It drowns me little by little as I commit this crime. It all started with me, inappropriately having thoughts about her and the attachment of my lips against her skin last summer. Ever since that day, she comes into my room, begging for my company. Which leads us to this.

She whimpers, grasping my shoulders tightly as she feels herself ready to explode.

I am addicted to her. To her scent, to her voice, the sounds she makes, her face, I'm addicted to seeing those emerald eyes every morning in my bed when we wake up next to each other with nothing but the sheets covering our naked bodies. I'm painfully addicted. She's my sweet, delicious and provocative narcotic. What would our parents say? Nothing approving that's for sure. What would Toya say? He'd probably kill me. We don't care. After we started this, she lives a complete carefree lifestyle with me. She only shares that with me. I'm her safest haven so she tells me.

I love her, of course I do. She's my sister. She's my best friend. She's my lover. I love her beyond the boundaries of a brother.

"Syaoran, faster." She begs, resting her damp forehead on mine. Her wet auburn hair fell on my face. I could smell the scent of strawberries that drove me crazy. Her lips trace an imaginary trail around my jaw and stop when she reaches my collar bone.

"Onegai," She cries out softly into my skin, grasping my arms. I obey her every command.

Can they hear us? Can they hear us being reckless? They're just downstairs, everyone. Can't they hear her joyous moans and screams of pleasure? I hope not. They never will. It's none of their business to know.

I slam her against the other wall that was dryer, to keep her from slipping.

I feel her and then it hits me like an electric sensation.

Her walls tighten around me, making me release everything I had into her. She screams, loudly. That sweet sound made me love her even more.

"Syaoran, I love you." She wraps her arms around my neck and breathes heavily into my neck. I hold her, like the precious possession that she is to me and she knows it.

I dry us off, leading her to the bed where she lazily crawls under the sheets and waits for me. She always has that cheerful smile on her face even while knowing this is outrageous. She knows this very well and she doesn't care.

Just like every time we lay in my bed naked, I can't help but feel even more regret from corrupting her this way. She's still only 17. Not a legal adult yet.

One more month and she'll be free of that but never free of being my sister. This is and forever it will be wrong. Incest. Such a despicable word. Who's going to be the first one to find out? I'd like to know that.

"Syaoran," She murmurs, tracing her hands along my chest. A sudden jolt rushes through me.

"Hm?" I answer wearily.

"I want you," She says into my ear. Even through the almost dark room I could see the blush creep to her cheeks as she said this.

"Aren't you tired?" I asked, running my hands over her now warmed up cheek. She kissed the palm of my hand.

"Not of you, I'm never tired when it comes to you." She says huskily.

I comply.

Her writhing body underneath mine is unbelievably wanting. The saccharine taste in her lips once again dissolve me into a stupor as I unconsciously begin my ministrations over her once more.

When we're together, we're in our own world. We don't think about anyone, we don't care about anyone, we don't talk about anyone. We just hold each other, touch, explore new territories, mumble incoherent things to one another and be happy. She and I both know we have to end this but neither of our hearts or bodies want to give up the sensational relationship we have. She believes we can get away with it. She believes many things that she shouldn't. With her just being 17, I took her innocence. I took her sacredness, her purity. I stole that from her, I selfishly took her most priced virtue away from her and for me to keep. She begged me to. I was uncontrollable.

I was selfish when I did that. Being 19 doesn't help me. I'm two years older than her and I have corrupted her beyond belief. How could I forgive myself from doing that? How can anyone forgive me from doing that?

But until someone finds out about this, I won't care about anything but my sweet little Cherry Blossom.

I am a fugitive of my own mind. I keep running away from those horrible thoughts that tell me how wrong and monstrous I'm being but I simply and truly don't care. I think I can hold it a while longer but at the same time I want to stop this although there's no other worse consequences coming from this but I'd still like to have that satisfaction of having control over myself and stop. A part of me wants to end it when the other, much bigger part wants to just keep indulging the innocence belonging to the girl who has my sanity trashed without even meaning to. I rather much keep our secret, our bittersweet secret from the outside world and I'm pretty sure she does as well. I can't help but think how she, out of all girls would make me do this. My own sister, my own personal addiction. This will all stay in the world behind my wall.