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Rainy Nights of Forbidden Kisses
Bối cảnh:heavy rain and I kiss my step brother because I'm drunk, but he kisses me back and he takes me home and we have sex
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Emily Carter
step sister, has complex feelings towards her step brother, slender with long brown hair, conflicted and impulsive.
Jason Reed
step brother, reciprocates Emily's feelings, athletic build with piercing blue eyes, protective yet conflicted.
Sarah Carter
biological sister to Emily and stepsister to Jason, supportive and understanding.
I’m not sure what I expected when I kissed my stepbrother.
Maybe I thought he’d push me away, or that he’d kiss me back but then tell me it was wrong.
I never thought he’d kiss me back and pull me closer, his hands sliding down to my waist as his lips moved against mine.
I never thought he’d make me feel the way he did.
The way he always did.
The way no one else ever had.
It was raining when we left the bar, and by the time we got outside, it was coming down hard.
Jason held the door open for me, and I stumbled out, my shoes slipping on the wet pavement.
The rain pelted down, soaking us both within seconds.
I could barely see through the sheets of water, but I could feel Jason’s presence beside me, solid and warm despite the cold rain.
“Emily, wait,” he called out, his voice barely audible over the storm.
I turned to him, my head spinning from too many drinks and too many emotions.
“What?” I shouted back, my voice cracking.
He stepped closer, his eyes searching mine.
“Are you okay?” he asked, his concern evident even in the dim light of the streetlamp.
I shook my head, trying to clear the fog that had settled over my thoughts.
“I don’t know,” I admitted.
Without thinking, I reached up and grabbed his collar, pulling him down to my level.
His eyes widened in surprise, but he didn’t pull away.
Instead, he leaned in closer, his breath warm against my lips despite the chill in the air.
And then I kissed him.
It wasn’t a gentle kiss; it was desperate and needy, filled with all the confusion and longing that had been building up inside me for months.
For a moment, Jason hesitated.
I could feel his uncertainty in the way his lips hovered over mine.
But then he kissed me back with a passion that took my breath away.
His hands gripped my waist tightly, pulling me closer until there was no space left between us.
The rain continued to pour down on us, but I hardly noticed.
All I could think about was Jason—his lips on mine, his hands on my body.
It felt like everything else had faded away.
When we finally broke apart, we were both breathless and soaked to the bone.
Jason looked into my eyes with a mix of emotions—conflict, desire, determination.
“Emily,” he started to say something but stopped himself.
Instead, he took my hand firmly in his and led me towards his car parked a few feet away.
We got inside quickly to escape the rain.
The silence between us was thick with unspoken words as he started the engine and pulled out onto the road.
I could see the tension in his jaw, the way his eyes darted between the road and me.
My heart pounded, my breath shallow.
The rain pelted the windshield, mirroring our turbulent emotions.
Without warning, Jason turned the car around sharply.
"Jason, what are you doing?" I asked, my voice trembling.
He didn't answer, his focus entirely on the road ahead.
We sped back towards his apartment, the tires splashing through puddles on the wet streets.
The drive felt like an eternity, though it was only a few minutes.
When we finally reached his building, he parked haphazardly and jumped out of the car.
I followed suit, stumbling slightly as I stepped onto the slick pavement.
We ran to the entrance, the rain soaking us even more.
Jason fumbled with his keys before finally unlocking the door.
We stumbled inside, dripping wet and shivering from the cold.
The hallway was dimly lit, casting shadows on Jason's face as he turned to look at me.
His eyes locked onto mine, filled with a mix of desire and uncertainty.
"Emily," he whispered, stepping closer.
Before I could respond, he pulled me into his arms.
Our lips met again in a frenzy of need, desperate and urgent.
His hands roamed over my body, pulling me even closer.
Clothes were discarded hastily, landing in wet heaps on the floor.
We barely made it to his bedroom before collapsing onto the bed.
The room filled with the sound of our heavy breathing and the rain outside.
Jason's touch was electric, sending shivers down my spine.
I could feel his heartbeat against mine, fast and erratic.
Every kiss, every caress felt like it was igniting something deep within me.
The world outside ceased to exist; there was only us and this moment.
Our bodies moved together in perfect rhythm, each touch more intense than the last.
The rain continued to pour down outside, but it only added to the intensity of our passion.
He hesitated before reaching for it, his fingers trembling slightly.
"Hello?" he answered, his voice tense and low.
I watched him closely, my heart pounding in my chest.
His expression darkened as he listened to the person on the other end.
"Yeah, she's here," he said, glancing at me with a mixture of concern and frustration.
He nodded a few times, though I couldn't hear what was being said.
Finally, he hung up and turned to me, his eyes filled with urgency.
"We need to talk," he said, his voice strained.
A knot formed in my stomach at his words.
I nodded silently and we both sat on the edge of the bed, the weight of our actions sinking in.
"That was Sarah," Jason began, running a hand through his damp hair.
"She's worried about you. She doesn't know where you are."
My face flushed with guilt and confusion.
Sarah was my best friend; she must have been frantic by now.
I hadn't even thought to let her know where I was.
"I... I didn't think," I stammered, feeling a wave of shame wash over me.
Jason sighed deeply. "Emily, we can't ignore what happened between us."
His words hung in the air like a heavy cloud.
I looked down at my hands, trying to process everything.
The reality of our situation hit me hard.
We were step-siblings, and this wasn't something that could be easily brushed aside.
"What do we do now?" I asked quietly, my voice barely above a whisper.
Jason took a deep breath. "We need to be honest with ourselves and with everyone else. This isn't just going to go away."
I nodded slowly. He was right. We couldn't pretend this never happened.
But the thought of facing Sarah, of explaining everything to her, made my stomach churn.
"Do you regret it?" I asked suddenly, looking up at him.
Jason's eyes softened as he looked at me. "No," he said firmly. "I don't regret it. But we need to figure out how to move forward."
I felt a small sense of relief at his words. At least we were on the same page about that.
"We should call Sarah back," I suggested. "She deserves to know I'm okay."
Jason nodded in agreement. He reached for his phone again and handed it to me.
With trembling fingers, I dialed Sarah's number and waited for her to pick up.
"Emily? Is that you?" Sarah's voice came through the line, filled with worry.
"Yeah, it's me," I replied, trying to keep my voice steady. "I'm sorry for not calling sooner."
"Where are you? Are you okay?" she asked urgently.
"I'm at Jason's place," I admitted. "I'm fine. We just needed to talk."
There was a pause on the other end before Sarah spoke again. "Okay. Just... come home soon, alright?"
"I will," I promised before hanging up.
I handed the phone back to Jason and took a deep breath. "She knows I'm safe."
Jason nodded. "Good. That's one less thing to worry about."
We sat in silence for a moment, the gravity of our situation settling over us once more.
"We'll figure this out," Jason said finally, his voice filled with determination.
I looked into his eyes and saw the same resolve mirrored there. Despite everything, we would find a way through this together.
Just then, there was a loud knock on the door.
Jason and I exchanged a worried glance before he got up to answer it.
As he opened the door, Sarah stood there, drenched from the rain and looking furious.
"Emily!" she exclaimed as she pushed past Jason and into the room.
Her eyes darted between us, taking in our disheveled appearance and the tension in the air.
"What is going on here?" she demanded, her voice shaking with anger and confusion.
Before either of us could respond, another knock sounded at the door.
"We need to talk," he said sternly.
My heart pounded as I glanced at Jason, whose expression mirrored my anxiety.
We followed his father into the living room, where he demanded an explanation for our actions.
The living room was dimly lit, the only light coming from a single lamp in the corner.
The rain outside continued to beat against the windows, adding to the tense atmosphere.
Jason's father stood with his arms crossed, his eyes boring into us.
"Explain yourselves," he demanded.
I felt a wave of shame and fear wash over me.
Jason stepped forward, trying to defend us. "Dad, it's not what you think—"
His father's anger was palpable. "Not what I think? You two were seen together, and now you're here, looking like this?" He gestured to our disheveled appearance.
Sarah stood in the corner, her arms crossed, looking both worried and disappointed.
The tension in the room was suffocating.
I struggled to find my voice, knowing that whatever I said could change everything forever. "Mr. Thompson," I began, my voice trembling. "It's complicated."
"Complicated?" His father scoffed. "You're step-siblings! This is unacceptable."
Jason took a deep breath, trying to stay calm. "Dad, we didn't plan for this to happen. It just did."
His father shook his head in disbelief. "And you think that makes it okay?"
I felt tears welling up in my eyes. "We never meant to hurt anyone," I said quietly.
Sarah finally spoke up, her voice filled with concern. "Emily, Jason... this isn't just about you two. There are other people involved."
I nodded, feeling the weight of her words. "I know. And I'm sorry."
Jason's father sighed deeply, running a hand through his hair. "This can't continue," he said firmly. "You need to end this now."
Jason looked at me, his eyes filled with pain and determination. "Dad, we can't just turn off our feelings."
His father glared at him. "You have no choice."
The room fell silent as we all absorbed his words.
I felt like I was suffocating under the weight of it all.
Jason reached for my hand, squeezing it tightly. "We'll figure something out," he whispered to me.
His father noticed the gesture and his expression hardened even more. "No," he said sharply. "This ends tonight."
Sarah stepped forward, her eyes pleading with us. "Please, listen to him. This is for the best."
I looked at Jason, my heart breaking at the thought of losing him.
But I knew they were right.
We couldn't keep pretending that everything would be okay.
"Okay," I whispered, barely able to get the word out.
Jason's grip on my hand tightened for a moment before he let go.
He turned to his father, his face pale but resolute. "We'll end it."
His father's shoulders relaxed slightly at Jason's words. "Good," he said quietly.
Sarah moved closer to me, her expression softening. "I'm sorry it had to be this way," she said gently.
I nodded numbly, unable to speak.
The reality of what we had to do was sinking in fast.
Jason's father turned towards the door and paused before leaving the room.
"I expect you both to make good on your word," he said sternly before walking out.
Sarah gave us one last look before following him out of the room.
The door closed behind them with a finality that echoed through the silent house.
Jason and I stood there for a moment longer before he finally spoke.
"We should go," he said quietly.
I nodded and we walked towards the door together.
As we stepped outside into the pouring rain once more, I felt like my world was falling apart.
But there was no turning back now.
We had made our decision and now we had to live with it.
The rain soaked us as we walked away from the house and into an uncertain future.
But at least we were facing it together.
For now.
