The kiss was different from any others I have ever had with anyone.

Even Kyle.

This kiss was so full of emotion, I just can't explain how amazing it felt.

Almost immediately I started to kiss back.

Our tounges danced forbiddenly together, as I moaned into his mouth. His body was completely pressed against mine as he pinned me to the bed.

Knowing how vulnerable I was to him made me feel even hotter.

He groaned as I fought for dominance, even though we both knew he would win.

I can't explain how good it felt, to be with him. To be doing this with him.

But it had to stop.

It's not right! What about my mother?! She wouldn't like this nor his father!

At this thought, I pulled away. He furrowed his brows and then tried to kiss me again, in which I avoided by turning my cheek. He ended up kissing my head or the bed every turn I had took.

"I can't do this. It's not right! We shouldn't do this, this, wrong thingy!"

I pushed him off of me and stood.

"I'm sorry, it felt so goo, so right! But, but we cant, it's, what would we be doing to our parents?! What would they think?"

He stared at me for a moment.

Loss swimming in his eyes.

I wanted to be with him. I wanted to hug him, tell him it's okay. But i couldnt. And that was the hardest part.

"I'm sorry. I know I shouldnt have kissed you, it's just that I wanna be with you, but I know we can't." He shook his head and frowned.

I looked away feeling ashamed.

There was a long uncomfortable silence until I broke it.

"I'll be uh, downstairs...." I awkwardly rubbed my arm as I walked the stairs.

This was horrible.

How could I ever look him in the eye again?

I sughed and tried to put that aside. Instead, I started working on dinner.

An hour later and we're sitting at the dining table, both stiff as ever.

I had made some lasagna. It wasn't the best, but I tried.

We ate I'm silence until he dropped his utensil onto his plate, creating an echoing of clattering silverware throughout the dining room.

I looked up, startled

He was staring at me.

I blushed furiously and looked down, picking at my food.

"Look," he spoke.

"I don't want anything to be weird or awkward between us so, can we just forget about the whole thing and at least attempt to have a normal brother sister relationship?"

I was kind of shocked. I mean, I thought from now on he would just avoid and ignore me.

But he didnt.

I smiled slightly.

"Yeah. Yeah I'd like that."

He grinned and looked back down at his food.

"Oh and by the way..."

I looked back at him.

"This tastes like crap"

I laughed and rolled my eyes at him.

That night, the thought that drifted past me as sleep welcomed me was:

Maybe this won't be so bad after all.

Or so I thought.