I got myself under control and got back to class. The room went silent when I opened the door, everyone looking at me."All right, everyone, let's open...your books to page..."I glanced at Brian and he looked away guilty. So while I was gone, they were talking about me. The nigger/slut. The knocked up nigger/slut. The stupid knocked up poor nigger/slut. I wiped some tears with the back of my hand, heard the class turn the page and turned one too. I didn't know what we were doing because the book. I slip my thumb under the thin strap on her dress, rubbing her soft skin. Her hands go on a wandering mission, dipping beneath the hem of my dress. Her palms smooths over my upper thighs and her fingers sink into my flesh. I’m wearing a white thong and the sensation of her cupping my bare ass has me moaning. I use my thumb to slip the strap of her dress down her arm, needing to feel her, to touch her without the barrier of clothing. My tongue thrusts into her mouth as my fingers tug on her. Silmaria told herself he did what was necessary. That it was Rael’s strength of will and unyielding stoicism that kept them safe and alive when faced with difficult decisions. But her heart said it was cruelty she hadn’t thought him capable of. Rael could have let him live. He could have shown mercy. And what of me? Silmaria thought to herself harshly. Have I never done something cruel and unnecessary in the name of survival and self-preservation? Perhaps, a voice that was her own whispered in. ." "Come here," she whispered. I leaned over, and she put her arm around me, and her hand on my chest, which she started caressing. "I know this is wrong and bad, you being my brother, but I don't care." She then leaned in, and pressed her lips against mine. My sister and I started to make out, her hand caressing the back of my head, my hand rubbing her shoulder, and both our tongues inserted in the others mouth. My hand moved down, and started groping Heather's breast, and her other hand.