There were times when she sometimes liked being his dirty
little secret. Times when they share sly glances from across the room. Times
when they share quick kisses behind closed doors. Times when he holds her hand
underneath tables. Times when he makes her blush from his innuendos. Times when
he rubs his foot against hers in reassurance. Times when he whispers sweet
nothings to her ear. Times when he lies against the crevice of her neck, his
hot breath evening out on the surface of her bare skin. Times when her thighs
ached because of him. Times when she felt happy just by looking at him with the
parents. Times that make her feel alive and loved and elated.
There were times when she always hated being his dirty
little secret. Times when he ignores her. Times when their kisses where cut
short. Times when he never holds her hand out for the world to see. Times when
she does not even know what he's talking about. Times when she just wants him
to talk to her. Times when he would whisper dirty things into her ear. Times
when he would get up as soon as they were done. Times when she felt dirty.
Times when she wished she was the one being introduced to the parents. Times
that make her feel alive and used and tainted.
There were times when she never loved being his dirty little
secret. Times when she remembers she cannot love him. Times when she remembers
why people cannot ever know about them. Times when she hates that reason. Times
when she hates being related to him. Times when she hates being his sister.
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