“Thank you for a great experience.” I told him. He sat up and looked me straight in the eyes saying“When can we do it again? I want to fuck you ...t least twice a day.”“Whoa there! Remember I have husband and children. How about every Thursday for as long as you can keep quiet about it? Any slips and it’s over for good. I will work out an arrangement.”“I can keep a secret.” He said.I jumped off the bed and headed for the bathroom for a shower, telling Tony to move a few boxes downstairs to make. While all those things were speeding around in my skull, I heard him get behind me, and felt him grab my hips. He placed his cock in the crack of my ass and rubbed it across the virginal rosebud of my asshole. He pushed against me once, and missed the mark. He realigned and tried a second time. Close, but no cigar. I asked him to go slowly so I could adjust to it, but he didn’t say a word. With one more thrust, he hit the mark, and I felt the soft, fleshy knob of his head slip into my now. Kyle jumped up. “Katie, don't get mad. I couldn't help myself.” “Obviously,” she said. “Sis, I am sorry! I love you!” She slapped him. The reason hurt more than the action itself. He felt his heart squeeze. “We are over,” Katie said, and then left the room. Stephanie was getting dressed when he turned around. “I am sorry, Kyle. I really didn't expect her to freak out.” “It's not your fault. It's mine. You should get ready.” As Stephanie left, Kyle sat down on his bed heavily. His heart was. “I know the songs you’re singing, saying nothing loud and clear. I’ve heard that song a thousand times. But your shallow empty lies about suicide are patronizing. You can never understand what I feel.”He looks hard at her, deep into her eyes. “Or do you think I’ll be less lonely when I’m dead? I can’t silence all the voice in my head. I close my eyes, but I can’t make it go away. Do you think I’ll be less lonely? I pray that I’m not lonely, when I’m dead...”Slowly, her trembling hand moves down.