When he pulled into the driveway of her apartment building, he stopped and readied himself.“Come upstairs,” she suggested.He looked at her, confus...d. “Carla…”“The date is over?” she asked, wide-eyed before chuckling and shaking her head. “Shortest date ever.”“Well?” he shrugged. “You ran out on me.”“You ran out on me. I had to come find you.” She leaned into him. “You give up so easy.”Her proximity was confusing him. And her hand was going for his thigh again.“You’re mad at me?” she asked.He. Automatically I kiss her back, my hand coming up behind her head and pulling her mouth tighter to mine‘stop’ my mind screams ‘she’s your sister, she’s letting her boyfriend **** you! James’ brother to match’ but my body doesn’t care as Marc thrusts harder causing an orgasm to rip through my body so hard bright lights flash behind my eyesMarc pulls out of me and turns me over onto my chest, pull my hips back towards him as he lines his cock with my arse, eyes flying open I beg him not to but. Maybe coming along would force her to reopen, if only for a short while, a door she'd declared closed. Or maybe she simply didn't want to re-awaken dormant memories and feelings.Avoidance. A human tendency. One of the big reasons why it's so hard for people who've been romantically involved to remain friends afterward. Thankfully, I knew Evie and I were not like that.So it was just the five of us. To accommodate Patti, we sat at a regular table rather than a booth. Although no one wanted to. She had chosen a nice spot , just on the curve of a bubbling stream, back up against a sturdy tree pad and pencils to hand just in case she got the urge to sketch the scene before her, at the moment though her mind was full of different urges and try as she might she didn't think she could quell them for much longer.It had been six months since her last sexual encounter, and she missed it with every fibre of her being, she missed the smell of a male body, she missed the warmth when she got.