What had happened to the sweet kid she used to be? The two of us had once been so close. I guess things between us began to fall apart around the time my mom was killed in an auto accident. I was eighteen and Raven, fifteen. She began to get into trouble—doing stupid things like smoking in the girls’ room at school and shoplifting. She’d become a handful, and I feared she’d end up in jail or worse if I didn’t get her off the streets.
Finally I convinced her to take a job in a local supermarket as a cashier. It was there she’d eventually met Wayne. He was an assistant manager. They began to date and she ended up pregnant. I figured now that she was married with a child, she’d hang up her party shoes for more sensible ones and take care of her family. I could see, however, that she hadn’t. And what made things worse was that she was hurting a wonderful guy who didn’t deserve it.
I knew it was wrong to have feelings for Wayne, but lately it was getting harder and harder to fight them, especially when he and I were thrown together more and more. Sometimes I found myself wondering how he felt about me. Secretly, I’d hoped he longed for me, as well, even though I knew it would be wrong to nurture any feelings between us.
Her treatment of Wayne wasn’t the only thing Raven did that bothered me. She’d often borrow things, like clothing, and never bring them back. Then when I wanted to wear a particular blouse or skirt on a date, I often couldn’t find it. Most of the time, it turned out to be something that my sister had borrowed and not returned. Take my black knit skirt, for instance. One of the doctors at the medical center where I worked had invited me to a dinner party. I figured that the black skirt was the perfect thing to wear to the party. But when I looked in my closet, it wasn’t there. Thinking back to the last time I’d seen it, I remembered Raven had borrowed it ages ago and hadn’t returned it. I nearly stormed over to her apartment to get it. Since it was Saturday, I expected her to be home.
Wayne answered the door. His handsome face broke into a grin when he saw it was me.
“Hi.”
That smile warmed me inside and out. “Is my sister here?”
“No, she’s out.”
“Damn!”
“What’s wrong?”
“I needed back a skirt she borrowed.”
“For tonight?”
“Yes.”
“Well, why don’t you come in and see if it’s in her closet? Ty’s napping so I can help you look.”
I followed Wayne into the bedroom and opened Raven’s side of the closet. Without warning, shoeboxes came hurling out like guided missiles, narrowly missing my head by inches.
“I guess your sister isn’t a regular Suzie homemaker,” Wayne said, and we laughed together.
“I guess some things never change. Sharing a room with her was always an adventure. I never knew what I’d be walking into. Wait! I think I see my black skirt.”
“Be careful,” he said. “Those other boxes up there don’t look too steady.” And sure enough they, too, came tumbling down, forcing me backward into his arms.
Our eyes met and locked a moment before his mouth gently covered mine. The taste of his sweet lips wasn’t enough for me. I needed more and found myself kissing him back with all the pent-up passion I felt. Then reality stepped in and I pulled away. “We can’t do this,” I said between breaths.
“But you want me. And I need you.”
“This is wrong. You’re my sister’s husband.”
But Wayne either didn’t hear my protests or didn’t care. Instead he moaned my name into my hair as his hands caressed my face and neck, sending currents of desire through me. His lips seared a path down my neck. I could no longer resist as his lips sought mine once more. His hand fondled one of my breasts through the fabric of my blouse. I could feel my nipple harden as he bent his head and gently nipped it with his teeth. My moans drowned out the small voice in my head pleading with me to stop. Wayne opened my blouse and kissed the rising swells above my bra. I reached behind my back and released the catch so he could suckle my breast. Though I wanted that man more than I could say, I tried to apply the brakes to what seemed to be a runaway train.
As Wayne pulled me closer and I felt his hardness against me, I whispered breathlessly, “What about Raven? What if she—”
He placed a finger across my lips. “She won’t be home till after dinner,” he said, then swept me off my feet and onto the bed.
I knew this was wrong. What we were about to do was unforgivable. Yet I felt compelled, caught by a wave of passion that I had to ride wherever it took me. He slid off my jeans and panties in one fluid motion. I watched transfixed as he stepped out of his jeans. His manhood, thick and large, was ready for me. I don’t know how many times I had fantasized about this moment and now it was actually coming true!
I took his hand and pulled him down to me. His lips captured mine and his tongue made love to my mouth, leaving me breathless as he parted my thighs and gently inserted two fingers. I rubbed against his fingers and moaned once more. I desperately needed to have him inside me. To complete and make me whole, I thought.
As if reading my mind, Wayne nudged the gentle folds of my sex open with his manhood and slid slowly inside, filling me completely. Our bodies began
