Swoon

by Lauren Rowe

Because the way you were looking at her tonight would make any ‘little sister’ think her benevolent ‘big brother’ was thinking awfully hard about incest!”

“I can make you come, baby,” I whisper hoarsely into her ear. “Any way I want to do it, easy as pie. Over and over again—with my fingers, tongue, and cock—you’d be my puppet, and I’d be pulling your strings.”

My mother accused me of wanting to be a mother and wife, and nothing more than that. Which in her eyes, is a fate worse than death.

I’ve always loved you—my whole life. If I had another hundred lives to live, I’d love you, and only you, in all of them.”

‘When you hold a grudge, it’s like drinking poison and hoping the other guy dies.’