Olivia

“May I kiss you?” he asked quietly, and for a split second, he was shy. The man he used to be whenever he was around me. I had this effect on him. I thought maybe it was because I was a schoolgirl - I know some men have fetishes about it - or because I was his stepsister, so he had to be that way with me. Him asking for a kiss meant he saw me for what I was, a woman head over heels in love with him.

I thought you’d never ask!

“Yes…”

He pulled my chair closer to him instantly, eagerly, and tilted my face up to his. Our lips brushed together, softly at first. Once, twice, then on the third kiss, he pressed his lips to mine harder, with more passion. I heard some sound that came from deep in his throat and groaned back. It felt so good to have him kiss me like that.

He continued to kiss me until his tongue brushed against my bottom lip. Then I opened my mouth, eager to take this further. I’d never been kissed like this, but I knew how it was done, in theory. I followed his lead and twi