Primal Scream (Box Set #1, Taboo Sex + AFF) Read Free

That there was no rush about anything. That I wanted us to both enjoy it.
    He kept at it for a while. I writhed around more out of obligation than actual ecstasy. My own inventive uses of the edges of chairs and tables could do the job ten times better.
    “ Can I go back to what we were doing before?” I heard Bobby say.
    “ Alright, baby,” I replied. “Your tongue’s getting tired, huh?”
    “ I guess you’re taking too long to come.”
    I laughed. We rolled over and started spooning. I glanced at the clock on the wall — he must have been at it for about ten minutes, tops.
    From then on things were just...different.
    Maybe I should have waited a little longer. I did love Bobby, so I thought it was right, I thought it would be right...the first time was quite good. It was memorable, because we were both excited and horny. It took two or three times to get the position right.
    But now, he was just a little spaced out a lot of the time. Like he’d rather be doing something else than be with me. The spark had gone out.
    Maybe he had the hots for someone else. I didn’t want to know so I didn’t ask.
    I told Sandra about this incident at Bobby’s basement. But even she doesn’t know about the other thing that I’ve never told anyone about.
    When Bobby was between my thighs, I found myself fantasizing about another male. Someone who’d really just enjoy going down on me and who’d take his time with it, and enjoy the time spent with me instead of griping on how long I took to come and all sorts of other technicalities.
    I thought far out — I thought of Jonathan Rhys Meyers. I thought of Johnny Depp. I thought of Orlando Bloom. Jude Law. Some model I saw on a Burberry’s ad.
    And suddenly, for a moment or two, I thought of Ed . Ed Noel Drake, with his dark hair and nice eyes. I told him that his eyes reminded me of Elvis Presley once. He said, “Thanks. That’s what every sister should say to their older brother,” and I smiled. 
    I’ve always taken it as a compliment when people say we look alike because with his good build, handsome youthful features (high cheekbones, beautiful smile — natural, no orthodontic makeover required), he’s quite God’s gift to women.
    And as I was sighing, and moaning, the sigh was because I just knew that Ed wouldn’t have said the same thing that Bobby did. But I wondered how I was going to ever find that out to prove it.
    Ed’s a good older brother. Protective, so I made sure Bobby wasn’t around too much. Why Ed would ever want to know what I taste like, is some fantasy I’d best keep to myself.
    We are pretty close siblings. I would have to be out of my mind to allow something like that, to mess things up between us.
     
    [Ed / 12 March 2007]
     
    There is a GOD. Julie told me yesterday that she just broke up with Bobby I asked her what happened she said things just weren’t working out and I said good now you can get yourself a better guy meaning me of course a loud voice says from somewhere above my head wow I guess she’s finally opened her eyes.
    Then Kingston sends me a text telling me there’s a party over at his house today, coz his folks are out of town, and I say to Julie “hey man let’s go you can get your mind off Bobby it’ll be fun” and she says “yes that sounds like a good idea” and we tell Mom we’re going to watch a late-night movie later tonight and Mom says “okay” coz we told her while she was yakking on the phone about some Desperate Housewives episode then OH.ME.OH.MY I realize that this is the day I have been waiting on ever since I can remember.
    We’re already here and everyone is pissed drunk the number of people making out upstairs I don’t have enough fingers to count them, and one of the rooms with clothes on the bed reminds me of when I saw Julie changing when she was 13. I must have seen her changing before but that’s the one I remember. At home her door is normally closed when she’s getting dressed. Nobody