Kane

Something about the sound of the door shutting behind her makes my shoulders tense.

​I stare at the brown liquid in my glass, balancing the tumbler on my knee. I’m agitated, it’s obvious with the way my foot bounces. But it’s not because of her, or the fact that I’m here.

No.

It’s because of her.

It’s been three days, and I still can’t get her words out of my head.

You had no problem doing it even though you knew I was your sister.

​She wasn’t wrong. Hell, if I had the opportunity right now I’d fucking do it again. The more I told myself I couldn’t have her, shouldn’t want her, the more my control slipped. Dripping past my fingers like some thin liquid that just couldn’t be contained. I raked my teeth over my bottom lip, bringing the glass to my mouth and taking a large swallow.

​I barely feel the burn.

​Like last time, she’s nervous. It pours off her in waves. I’ve always known my morals were a lick skewered. Maybe it’s because I have a fucking schoolboy attraction to my step-sister.