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b*****rs Bathroom

... floodgates were open, and the joy inside her was so intense and exquisite that it hurt. To go from that self-imposed separation to the sexual, physical, and emotional closeness she now shared with him was more than she could handle. “Megan...are you okay? Are you crying?” Shit. He’d noticed. Of course he had. Megan sat up, wiping her eyes and nose. Seeing the concern and love in his eyes just drove things home even harder. Unable to control herself, Megan fled. She ran down the hallway, naked and wet, and slammed her bedroom door shut behind herself. Adam sat up, momentarily frozen. He had been so sure that the moment - and the intense orgasms - he’d shared with his little s****r had been wonderful and something she wanted. Now, he felt sick. What did he do wrong? “How about ‘almost fucking your s****r,’ you idiot? That’s pretty fucking wrong!” said a voice in his head. He climbed off of the bed, quickly toweling off his cock and thigh before throwing on some clothes. It probably wouldn’t help if he knocked on her door while still naked and coated with her saliva and pussy juice. That’s when his phone rang. Oh, no. Goddammit. Adam glanced at the screen to confirm, but he already knew what it was. He’d lost track of time, and was already late for work. He froze, uncertain of whether to go to Megan or go to work. Twenty minutes later, Adam was turning into his parking spot at work. The whole drive there, he’d been yelling at himself. He’d made so many mistakes today that he ...

... couldn’t count them all. Hell, he wasn’t even completely sure which things he’d done had been mistakes. He pulled out his phone, agonizing over what say for far longer than he had time for. Finally, he hit send, and walked into the building. "I love you, forever, no matter what." She’d ruined everything. What was wrong with her? Megan was curled up in a ball in the middle of her bed, silently yelling at herself. Back in Adam’s room, she had been so bold. She had been able to say what she wanted, and go for it. And it had been spectacular. Sure, they didn’t actually have sex, but what they did do was better than she could have dreamed. Of course, now she’d screwed everything up, and Adam probably would NEVER have sex with her. The complicated emotions she’d felt had confused her, and just as she was calming down enough to maybe go back to his room and apologize, she’d heard his car start as he left for work. Megan tried hard to forgive herself. It had taken a lot of bravery to go through with her plan, hiding in Adam’s bathtub to surprise him and get him to see her naked body. Yes, she’d wimped out briefly, and if she hadn’t heard him moaning her name in the shower she might never have gotten the courage to try again, but she HAD done it. She’d gotten him to see her not as a little girl, but as a sexy young woman. Crying in front of her b*****r right after her first - and undoubtedly, last - orgasm with him likely undid all of that. It probably reminded him that she was just his ...