We'll talk about it later. Now we need to go to bed." I instantly regretted my choice of words, a true Freudian slip, so I said quickly, "You've got s...hool and I've got work. Goodnight." I kissed him on the cheek, wanting to kiss him on the lips, and left the room.In my bedroom I fell apart, crying and shaking with shame and desire for him. I couldn't help it. I had to masturbate, and I couldn't help thinking about making love with him, imagining him on me and in me. I had a tremendous orgasm. I mumbled "I thought we were going to get coffee" he yelled "HEEYY I HEARD THAT" i smiled. For the next 2 hours we were there talking laughing and talking about the gym. Then in the midst of no where "I WANT TO FUCK YOU". I looked at him in pure disappointment trying to hide my excitement. He said "I'm sorry if this might sound overly blunt but i can't stand seeing another second of you in that shirt, we both know what we're doing tiara and i see the way you look at me at the gym drooling". I. I whispered “Sis get in the closet.” She scrambled up and did. Just in time too because I saw the shadow of my mother on the door to my room as she came inside.“Hi Brad, did you fall or something I thought I heard a noise?” “No mom, I must have banged my cast against the wall.” I replied. Hoping that my mother wouldn’t come any closer and discover I had somehow… miraculously… removed my underpants on my own.Mom nodded and smiled sweetly, glancing down at the foot of my bed when she did so. . Monica was too young to drink, but after the last few months, she didn’t feel like a girl anymore. She dove into her food with a gusto that pleased her parents. For a while, Monica didn’t seem like herself. They chalked it up to her senior year and added pressure about college. They were go-getters, and they prided themselves on graduating from good schools. Now their only child would go to one of them, and it was one of the more prestigious schools in the country. The trio made their way back.