AN: Yay yay…I wrote more! YAY!!! Um…ooh, so I've decided to stop
cutting!! For now at least, because if I don't, my mom won't give me any
privacy…ever since she found out, I've had to sleep with her. This is
awful…So I'm writing instead of…other things.
My brother brought me out of my half conscious reverie with a quick, pleasantly painful nip at the small of my back. My thoughts turned from Burt to my brother…much closer at the moment than Bert, and much more—excited. Rolling onto my back, my fingers—and his—working together on the buttons of my dress, I stretched my back, pulling Cosmo down onto me with my legs. Thankful not have to endure the extra delay it would have taken to remove the undergarments I never wear, Cosmo and I pressed ourselves together, never grappling with searching fingers and many lovers do, as Bert and I had, but touching exactly the right place, each time. We knew each other better than we knew ourselves; we had spent much more time exploring each others' bodies than we had our own.
It still amazed me that no one had caught on yet. So many times it had been close, very close, but it Cosmo and I were much smarter than those we lived with. If anyone had any sort of inkling at all, it would be Bert, the way Cosmo acted when he (Bert) was in the room, and the way I acted when Cosmo was in the room. But if Bert knew anything, he kept it to himself. Not that we afraid of getting caught; no one would tell, no one would really care that much. But there would be gossip; whispers and snickers passed behind our backs. It would be…uncomfortable.
Cosmo, his arms wrapped around my lower back, where his mouth had been minutes before, laid his head against my breasts, lazily licking along the side of one. Once the intense heat had passed between us; through us, it turned itself into a kind of languid warmth neither oppressive nor entirely empty. During this time, neither of us could move, nor did we want to. We stayed in the cocoon that the two of us had spun, neither of us wanted to emerge, not wanting to be the first one to break the skin, to ruin the environment we had created.
Perhaps because of our refusal to do so ourselves, and intruder came along with their straight pin, and the whole thing burst. The door opened, and their stood Bert, unfortunately, not as blind as the world thought he was.
AN: Mmm…smut, smut, smut. I should be a cheap romance novelist. Anyway…review, because I won't love you otherwise.
My brother brought me out of my half conscious reverie with a quick, pleasantly painful nip at the small of my back. My thoughts turned from Burt to my brother…much closer at the moment than Bert, and much more—excited. Rolling onto my back, my fingers—and his—working together on the buttons of my dress, I stretched my back, pulling Cosmo down onto me with my legs. Thankful not have to endure the extra delay it would have taken to remove the undergarments I never wear, Cosmo and I pressed ourselves together, never grappling with searching fingers and many lovers do, as Bert and I had, but touching exactly the right place, each time. We knew each other better than we knew ourselves; we had spent much more time exploring each others' bodies than we had our own.
It still amazed me that no one had caught on yet. So many times it had been close, very close, but it Cosmo and I were much smarter than those we lived with. If anyone had any sort of inkling at all, it would be Bert, the way Cosmo acted when he (Bert) was in the room, and the way I acted when Cosmo was in the room. But if Bert knew anything, he kept it to himself. Not that we afraid of getting caught; no one would tell, no one would really care that much. But there would be gossip; whispers and snickers passed behind our backs. It would be…uncomfortable.
Cosmo, his arms wrapped around my lower back, where his mouth had been minutes before, laid his head against my breasts, lazily licking along the side of one. Once the intense heat had passed between us; through us, it turned itself into a kind of languid warmth neither oppressive nor entirely empty. During this time, neither of us could move, nor did we want to. We stayed in the cocoon that the two of us had spun, neither of us wanted to emerge, not wanting to be the first one to break the skin, to ruin the environment we had created.
Perhaps because of our refusal to do so ourselves, and intruder came along with their straight pin, and the whole thing burst. The door opened, and their stood Bert, unfortunately, not as blind as the world thought he was.
AN: Mmm…smut, smut, smut. I should be a cheap romance novelist. Anyway…review, because I won't love you otherwise.