“Neither am I. But sometimes there’s something really cool about being with a girl. It’s all different sensations, different feelings, there’s nothing wrong with that, right? I do it sometimes, Drake knows about it.”
“Really?”
My brother nodded and he swam nearby, never staying in place.
“So Suzette, have you ever been with a girl?”
“I…” Was I genuinely about to divulge his secret? The margaritas had to be getting to me. “Yes.”
“For real?! That’s so awesome!”
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nbsp; “I didn’t do much though, mostly just kissing.”
Kara leaned closer and smirked. “That’s almost the best part. Almost.”
I was keenly aware of her body heat again. I wondered how much of that was my own heat as I became inexplicably aroused despite the weird and inappropriate situation.
“Why don’t you guys make out for me?” Drake said.
Although he was chuckling, I knew he was serious. He sounded like the guy in those Girls Gone Wild videos.
“Eeeww! I’m your sister.”
“Two girls making out is hot, doesn’t matter who it is.”
“He’s right, you know. Come on, it’ll be fun.”
Kara pulled me to her and again her face was right in front of mine. I felt her breath on my mouth. As she looked into my eyes, she moved in and kissed me. I was shocked, mostly by the fact that I wasn’t pushing her away.
“Yeah, keep doing it…” Drake said, his tone more sober now.
I took that as a challenge and I kissed Kara back, my mouth moving against hers. She parted her lips and gave me tongue. It was getting serious now and I wasn’t sure I wanted to go on, conscious that my brother was staring at us.
But it was so good! She tasted like sweet lime and her hands pressed on my waist, giving me a whole array of sensations. Passion took over and I kissed her back fiercely, touching her face and neck for maximum impact.
We were both breathless when we parted and silently we kicked toward the shallow area so we could rest. Kara was smiling broadly, obviously happy at the turn of events.
“You’re a good kisser. You should show Drake.”
I snorted. “That’s disgusting.”
“No it’s not. He’s hot, you’re hot, you’re both good kissers.”
“But he’s my brother.”
“Just your stepbrother.”
“Still,” I said as if this was the clearest of explanations.
“Are you, like, totally against family members having fun?”
“Not fun but… Wouldn’t that be incest?”
“So?”
“Incest is wrong.”