Heat. That's what this was. It was the temperature outside in the western air. It was the electric that pulsed between us. It was the heat of our bodies sliding against the other's. It was us. He was the heat to my ice. My mother had died from disease years prior. That's what my aunt used as my excuse of being a whore. I wasn't a whore though, I simply liked sex. I was sixteen, almost to turn seventeen this coming spring. I was only four months away, that didn't stop the demon that taunted me. That showed me how to be please. His hands roamed my bare skin as the shower ran over us. My leg up on the ledge, getting fucked from behind.
"Fuck Roza." I came undone at his name for me. I wanted more, I always did. He finished, spurting over my back and ass. Our breathing was harsh. I watched him get out of the shower and leave me to wash. Fucker. He was going to end up fucking her too. Now, my curious little pets… who was that you ask? That was my aunt's husband. She took me in after my mom died, and here I was… stealing her husband. No I have no regrets.