"You say you’d be the best fuck I’ll ever have? Prove it." Molly had never thought those words would come out of her mouth, not when the person recieving them was him. She caught her lower lip between her incisors, dragging her clean white teeth over the flesh, and her posture adjusted so that her clavicle was accented over the hem of her tight fitting black t-shirt. She leaned across the marble island between them, crossing her arms at the elbows. A lit joint, half finished, was kept between two of her fingers, half finished.
Molly took another hit from it and held her breath as she offered it over to Ryan, who stood at the other side of the island. In a way that was rather typical of them, they'd been talking about relationships and sex and things she didn't think typical siblings talked about. She'd said that her boyfriend, now ex-boyfriend, had been the best fuck in the world. His response? "I'd be the best fuck."
She wasn't quite sure what had come over her when she propositioned him, but it was too late to take her words back and now she would have to bluff her way through it. Did she really want to? Did she really not want to?
Molly took another hit from it and held her breath as she offered it over to Ryan, who stood at the other side of the island. In a way that was rather typical of them, they'd been talking about relationships and sex and things she didn't think typical siblings talked about. She'd said that her boyfriend, now ex-boyfriend, had been the best fuck in the world. His response? "I'd be the best fuck."
She wasn't quite sure what had come over her when she propositioned him, but it was too late to take her words back and now she would have to bluff her way through it. Did she really want to? Did she really not want to?