Unspoken Pleasure by Erotica

Out Of Control:(Incest/Taboo)>Ep80

Kim grinned knowingly, and Lexi suddenly saw a glimpse of the future in her friend's smile. Real as if it were written in stone. Lexi's legs wrapped around the ginger girl's head as she lapped up Lexi's sweetness, the world drifting by the library window. Both girls writhing in Lexi's dorm room. Rubbing each other off in Kim and Cole's apartment. A whole existence seemed to play out in Lexi's mind. They were lovers, a couple, more. But that was far in the future, with a few twists and turns yet ahead. Yet for a blink, it was like Lexi could see it all. And then it was gone.

Now, in the moment, Kim smiled, rested her hand on Lexi's shoulder, and kissed her lightly on the cheek. "I should probably be getting back," she said, "I'm supposed to meet Cole in a little bit."

Lexi fixed her own skirt, so she was sure she was covered. "Are you going to tell him? About this?"

"Only if you want me to," Kim said.

"I'm not sure," Lexi said, meaning it. They started to make their way through the bookshelves. It felt like a much quicker trip back. Before, it seemed like a student would have to do some serious searching to find Kim's 'spot.' Now, Lexi wondered if someone would hear them as soon as the elevator doors opened. It scared her, but also gave her a thrill. Lexi realized she needed a spot of her own.

"Well, if you're not sure, I won't say anything to Cole," Kim said, "Take it from a girl who's fucking her brother, there's a lot of value in discretion."

She got

hit the button to head down. The machine made a

much I appreciate that," Kim said as they got on the elevator, "You understanding about me and Cole. You spend enough time on the Internet you'd think everyone's fucking their family. They're not. I know what Cole and I are doing is horrible and wrong. But it's also right for us and I've learned to accept both sides of that. I didn't even

couldn't make

to say it, but she knew that holding

*

house in her pajamas, feeling like a lost soul. The buxom blonde was wearing what she thought of as little girl pjs: a long-sleeved shirt and long, fuzzy pants, covered in images of unicorns pooping rainbows. She'd thought they were funny, playful, when she bought the set. Now, she

And Molly was

and her Daddy. The spankings. The rubbing each other. Or, if she preferred, the time she made out with

baby. But the only thing that bothered her

Oh whatever. Why try to weigh dousing yourself in