teenage crimes
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The first time they kissed, they both were aware it was wrong.
The second time they kissed, they were more afraid of ideas stuffed into their heads since they were little suffocating them than of their parents finding out.
Yet somewhere along the way it stopped mattering. They wanted it, it felt good, and the world and its absurd morals could be damned. Happening to share more DNA than most couples was just a minor inconvenient; and if they didn't care, why mattered what anybody else thought?
They loved each other. That was what siblings were supposed to do. Why should they stop it, just because that love wasn't the kind society deemed acceptable?
They were young. They were in love. According to many people, they were sinners, almost criminals.
They didn't care.
Author's note: I'm forcing myself to write about every BSD character, not only the ones I like better/find easier to write (because that's the idea of these drabbles to begin with), so I'm sorry if I mess things up.