The Imperfections

I finally put my gun down on her bedside table since I’ll need both hands for this. I grab her phone and put it there, too, to remove any temptation she might have to grab it. Then I drag her nightie the rest of the way off her body. I’m relieved as hell when instead of fighting me like I was afraid she might, she moves her arms and lifts her upper body so I can pull the garment off her.

I toss it and look down at her bare back. I drag the backs of my fingers across her smooth skin, blocking out the sound of her dismay as I do.

It’s been just long enough since I’ve been with a woman that I don’t especially care about her dismay. It’s been a lot longer since I’ve been with one who wasn’t a straight-up whore, but I’ve never been with anyone like her before, never someone so close to pure, not even when I was her age.

I can’t help running my hands along her soft skin, appreciating the feel of her, the shape of her, the dip along her lower back right before her smooth ass bubbles back out.

Purely on impulse, I scoot back so I can lean down and kiss that spot. She gasps in surprise, and I keep peppering her skin with kisses. I kiss lower and lower until I’m running my lips over the gentle curve of her ass cheeks. I’m tempted to flip her over and get a taste of her pussy, but I get the feeling I wouldn’t like what I see in her eyes if I let her look up at me.

Nah, I’ll keep her on her tummy.

“You got any lube?” I ask her.

“What? No,” she says, like that’s a ridiculous thing to ask.

Maybe it is; I don’t know.

I shrug, even though she can’t see me. At least I tried.

Since I’m aching with need and there’s little point in dragging things out, I unzip my jeans. Just as I’m fixing to take my cock out, her voice wobbles and she tries to ruin my good time.

“Please don’t do this,” she says quietly. “I know I made a bad mistake. I know it was wrong and maybe I deserve to be punished, but you don’t have to do this. I’ll go away, I promise. I already went away. I had no intention of ever seeing Theo again even before you showed up, I swear. I’m not going to cause anyone any trouble. I just didn’t want an abortion, that’s all. I didn’t ask him for anything and I never will. Bri never has to find out. She’ll never even see me again. I promise it’ll be like it never happened for you guys.”

“Not for you, though, huh?” I point out. “Why do you wanna do that? You’re young, got your whole life ahead of you—why tie yourself to a worthless shit like Theo?”

“It’s not about him,” she says. “I wouldn’t be tied to him. I knew he wouldn’t…” She pauses, considering, then I hear her swallow. “I never wanted or expected his life to change because this happened. I didn’t want Bri to know, I didn’t want him to leave her and the boys. I didn’t have malicious intent. It’s not like I planned to get pregnant… I just wasn’t sleeping with anyone, so why would I have been on the pill or brought condoms with me to a babysitting job? It just happened, and then it just happened again, and if it had been a regular enough thing, then yeah, I probably would have looked into birth control, but I didn’t think we were going to do it again. I didn’t even think he’d ever call me again, but then Bri asked me to come out of the blue, and… It was just an accident. It was all an accident,” she finishes quietly.

Given my sister’s the one who could’ve gotten hurt, I could probably be madder at her about all this, but it’s pretty clear to me Alyssa was in over her head and got swept up in a situation she had no business being part of in the first place.

It’s not her I blame; it’s Theo. He’s a grown-ass man, and she was 17 the first time he fucked her. She didn’t know what the hell was happening, but he did. He had no business ever touching her, and now because he did, her life’s gone to shit. The affair was Theo’s crime even more than it was hers—he’s the asshole who made vows to my sister, but this vulnerable young girl is the only one paying for it.

It’s not right.

None of this is right.

Heaving a sigh, I look down at my cock apologetically. “Sorry, buddy.”

A little confused, the girl says, “What?”

Before I can change my mind, I climb off her. Once I’m off the bed, I tuck my aching dick away then bend down and grab her nightgown off the floor. Tossing it to her on the bed, I tell her, “Put this back on.”