❝Do you love your sister?❞
When Betty's father died, her mother found a new guy and got married. So he and his son, Billy moved in with them.
Billy and Betty started getting closer. They both have a really close relationship, a relationship that is...
"What about this one?", I raised a yellow short dress from the shelf.
"You'll look like a banana."
I chose the next one. "This one?"
Billy shook his head. "Nope.", he chose a longer red dress. "This is sexy. This is the one."
At first I thought it was ugly, but I agreed to try it. Out of the three dresses I brought into the cabin, the one that Billy chose best suited me. It even seemed like I had breasts in it, and the dress pointed out my legs.
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The dress, in fact, fit me so good that I didn't want to take it off.
I couldn't take it off, it suddenly stuck. Not being able to find out where the problem was, I started to sweat.
"Is everything okay?", Billy asked.
"Uh...can you call the girl that works here to help me?"
"What's the problem?"
"I can't take off the dress."
"Well, when you ate your steak for dinner and finished mine..."
"Billy, shut up! It's stuck! Just call someone!"
He laughed. "I can help you."
"No, I would be more comfortable if..."
The curtin suddenly moved and Billy walked into the cabin. "Come here."
In that tiny room, the warmth of his body was tangible. He removed my hair from my back and pulled off the fabric that stuck.
"You didn't joke.", he said, trying to get me out of the dress.
I heard him saying a moment later "Done."
"Thank you."
"It's alright now.", his hands remained on my shoulders.
I looked at the floor, and when I looked up, I saw him behind me in the mirror looking into my eyes.
I turned around. Our faces were very close, and he looked down at my lips and kept his eyes there. He closed his eyes for a moment as though he was about to kiss me.
I was bothered by the fact that I was quite certain that if he kiss me, I wouldn't be able to resist. I would kiss him from my heart. I was scared of lack of self-control. At that moment I couldn't see anything except him, neither Steve, nor the consequences.
I could calm my thoughts, but not my body.
Maybe now he was Liz's, and I belong to Steve, but my body believed that I still belong to him, whether he knew it or not, whether it was right or wrong.
