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face me.
    Her eyes were red, her nose was pink, and she looked all flushed; tears were streaming
    down her cheeks. "You don't even know what you just said?" she started. ' How could you
    say such a thing? How could you even think about it?"
    "About what? You're confusing me!"
    "Y—you thought about killing yourself?" a big fat tear escaped one of her eyes.
    Oh! That…
    "Lily, I—" Before I could finish, she interrupted me by throwing her body into my
    arms.
    "How could you?" she sobbed into my chest. I surrounded her body with my arms after
    taking in yet another deep breath, moving my hand over her hair.
    "It's nothing, Lily… It was just a thought…"
    "How could you?" she repeated.
    "Shh… It's really nothing, baby sis." I don’t remember the last time I had even called
    her that. "It was just a crazy thought, and it's gone now."
    She looked up at me. "When?"
    "When what?"
    "When did you think about that horrible thing? You're only sixteen for God's sake!"
    "I don't remember," I lied.
    "Why didn't you tell me that there was something bothering you? We tell each other
    everything, Adrian!"
    Wel , you weren't speaking to me then, but yeah… I wouldn't tel you what was bothering me then even
    if we were talking. "Because it is nothing; I keep telling you this, but you don't want to listen!"
    She hugged me again, sobbing into my shoulder. "Please, Adrian. Don't ever think
    about that again. Don't you realize that I could never live without you? Don't you know how
    much I love you?"
    I sighed as I kept on smoothing her hair. "I know, and I love you too, baby sis. I'm
    sorry!"
    We stayed like that for a while as Lily silently cried into my chest while I rocked us back
    and forth slightly, as I kept on smoothing her beautiful, silky hair.
    "Hush now, baby sis. You've been crying too long. You don't want Mom to come back
    and see you like this, do you?"
    She shook her head slightly, and after a while, she stopped crying. I heard her steady
    breaths later on as she slept in my arms.
    My sweet little — sexy — sister.
    Oh fuck! Back to yearning over her again!
    Before things could get hard , I started to get out of the bed, laying her carefully on her
    pillow. Just as I was doing that, though, she gripped my arm. "Don't go!" she whispered
    without opening her eyes.
    Wel … Fuck me!
    I knew it wasn't a good idea, but I couldn't say no to her. When I lay back on her bed,
    she cuddled into my body. I meant to leave as soon as I was completely sure that she was in
    a deep sleep and wouldn't wake up once I left, but fate had other plans for me .
    Being that close to her was really not that easy on me; I was … suf ering . The warmth of
    her body, the hotness of her breath oh so very close to my neck… I almost came in my
    pants—… again !
    I turned her around so her back was facing me and positioned my left arm on her waist
    just like I always did before that summer.
    I only wanted her breasts that were pressed firmly to my chest to move away; I was
    losing my mind from the feeling of them. Little did I know that it would only make things
    worse.
    Her ass—her perfect, round ass—was just an inch away from my hard-as-a-rock dick. I
    sat up using my right hand to support me. My elbow pressed into the pillow, my hand rested
    under the side of my forehead, and my fingers tangled in my hair. I tried to be as distant as
    possible from her, without leaving her, until she was fully asleep.
    Deep inside me, I knew she was already sound asleep; I knew her very well, and
    everything about her from those steady breaths to that small parting between her lips told
    me that. Yet, I stayed.
    I swear I only meant to look at her, but my sick mind wanted more; I yearned to touch
    her. Any part of her.
    — This is your sister.
    Just one touch.
    — Your baby sister.
    Just one sniff of her neck.
    — Your twin.
    Just one kiss on that pale, bare shoulder.
    — This is not right.
    Just one feel!
    — You can't do that.
    She wouldn't