Thunderstorms Warning: Incest
You remember the first time it happened.
The thunder was rolling, the lightening was sparking.
She was terrified.
She climbed into bed with you, snuggled against your chest.
You couldn't breathe.
You were nine.
You were in love.
Every thunder storm to follow put her in your bed.
When you were seventeen things changed.
The head you pressed kisses to tipped up.
Her lips were hot and frantic.
Your heart beat became a hum.
The next time her hands touched you in places you had only dreamed of.
So skillful.
She owned every inch of you.
You loved every inch of her.
And then she went away.
You remember the first time you saw him.
The dopey hair, the glasses.
You wanted to vomit.
You spent the thunder storm alone that night.
You sit by the window, watching the rain drown the wedding decorations.
You chuckle at the destruction.
You hear your door open, but you can't look.
You feel hands on your shoulders. Kisses on your neck.
You turn into her lips, and stroke her face.
She pulls away from you.
"I was never afraid."
The thunder was rolling, the lightening was sparking.
She was terrified.
She climbed into bed with you, snuggled against your chest.
You couldn't breathe.
You were nine.
You were in love.
Every thunder storm to follow put her in your bed.
When you were seventeen things changed.
The head you pressed kisses to tipped up.
Her lips were hot and frantic.
Your heart beat became a hum.
The next time her hands touched you in places you had only dreamed of.
So skillful.
She owned every inch of you.
You loved every inch of her.
And then she went away.
You remember the first time you saw him.
The dopey hair, the glasses.
You wanted to vomit.
You spent the thunder storm alone that night.
You sit by the window, watching the rain drown the wedding decorations.
You chuckle at the destruction.
You hear your door open, but you can't look.
You feel hands on your shoulders. Kisses on your neck.
You turn into her lips, and stroke her face.
She pulls away from you.
"I was never afraid."