Love Pill – Part 10 (1/2)

[Part 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/incestsexstories/comments/tc9pfj/love_pill_part_1/)

[Part 2](https://www.reddit.com/r/incestsexstories/comments/tcz36r/love_pill_part_2/)

[Part 3](https://www.reddit.com/r/incestsexstories/comments/u5q4vk/love_pill_part_3/)

[Part 4](https://www.reddit.com/r/incestsexstories/comments/ukykd8/love_pill_part_4/)

[Part 5](https://www.reddit.com/r/incestsexstories/comments/v04w7j/love_pill_part_5/)

[Part 6](https://www.reddit.com/r/incestsexstories/comments/vbt2av/love_pill_chapter_6/)

[Part 7](https://www.reddit.com/r/incestsexstories/comments/vp12no/love_pill_part_7/)

[Part 8](https://www.reddit.com/r/incestsexstories/comments/w5f4ag/love_pill_part_8_12/)

[Part 9](https://www.reddit.com/r/incestsexstories/comments/wgun0z/love_pill_part_9_12/)

**Chapter 10**

It was the start of the weekend but I couldn’t relax.

I had woken up at half-past six, but returning to dreamland was impossible even though I was drained and my eyelids were heavy bags. There was no way—not with all the rabid thoughts swirling in my head.

Thoughts of Lucia.

But especially, fantasies of my little sister.

If I said yes last night, I’d have woken up with pink perfection snuggled up beside me. Naked. I would be pressed behind her, inhaling her delicious scent, rubbing my erection against the seam of her ass, feeling utterly content.

So many ‘what if’s’ and ‘what could be’s’.

Ten minutes ago, I heard Ava heading out for cheerleading practice. I knew it was her from her slow, deliberate gait, but most noticeably—my chest growing tighter and my throat closing up.

It felt as if I had grown a sixth sense. My body knew exactly which sister it was, even if I couldn’t see—or smell—her.

I shifted, then groaned. Yet again, I had a severe case of morning erection. My cock was red and throbbing angrily. Probably my body’s way of telling me I was a moron for refusing sex with the hottest girl on the planet.

Did I regret it?

A little.

But it felt good standing up for once.

Heaving a sigh, I grabbed my phone from the nightstand, unlocked it, and tapped on Instagram. My daily routine.

A bunch of hot women popped up, but I frowned when Ava’s picture didn’t show on the first page of my feed. She should be there. Most of my time spent on the app was browsing her profile page and watching her stories she regularly posts.

Frowning, I typed in Ava’s handle on the search bar, but came out empty.

Did she… wait.

She did.

Ava blocked me.

Fucking bitch.

I logged out and quickly created a new account, heading over to my little sister’s page the second my new handle was made.

Ava had a new photo on her feed that she posted a few hours ago. It was an image of my little sister in bed, dressed in her pink silken pajamas.

My sister was frowning in an exaggerated manner, with her bottom lip pushed out and her index finger placed seductively on it. The frame was angled from above, and in such a way that you could see hints of her perfect teardrops.

She looked so fuckable, and my cock jerked up in agreement.

The caption read, **’Lonely :(‘**

Scrolling through the comments revealed hundreds of thirsty guys begging my sister to check her dms. Some of the bolder (or dumber) ones commented their phone numbers.

Of course. She wanted compliments to feed her ego. Judging by her reaction last night, it was her first time getting rejected. Ava finally received a dose of reality, and I was conflicted that it was me who gave her that.

*Does she hate me now?* Would we go back to non-speaking terms?

Would I ever have sex with her again? Taste those divine lips? Feel up those creamy curves?

So many questions.

I swiped out of Instagram and sent my little sister a quick text message.

**Me: Hey, can we talk?*

It failed to send. Motherfucker. She blocked my number too.

I should have expected it. Ava was the definition of immaturity. This was her way of throwing a tantrum.

But I still loved her. Fuck me, I couldn’t stop thinking about gorgeous pink hair and vanilla lips.

If my sister actually went into a relationship with another guy and was fucking him, I wouldn’t know what to do. Probably crawl and beg her to take me back.

No. No, I couldn’t do that. I had to change. I need to stop being a pushover. Last night was the start of a new life. I didn’t want to give up control anymore. Not to anybody. It was time for me to seize it instead.

I rolled out of bed and took a long, hot shower. Steam evaporated around me, floating upwards, but the thoughts in my head weren’t, no matter how hard I tried to get her out of my head.

My cock was painfully hard, memories of us fucking replaying over and over, frustrating me to no end.

Eventually, I relapsed and pumped myself. I groaned, stroking faster, recalling how indescribable it felt when her warm pussy walls clung all around me so fucking tight, as if she didn’t want me to leave. Neither did I.

God, was this how a breakup felt?

Miraculously, I managed an orgasm, spurting out an impressive load, moaning my little sister’s name until my throat hurt.

I felt much better and more energized stepping out of the fogged up glass cage. I dried myself and picked out some of the new clothes Ava had bought me before exiting my room.

Lucia was already up, and cooking. Today she was wearing a cropped cami top and cotton shorts, looking just as amazing in those casual clothing than in a form fitting dress.

“Hey,” I greeted her, walking up to the fridge and retrieving my favorite thick cut sausages and a couple of eggs.

“Mhmm.” Lucia replied, her voice throaty, no hints of her usual silky tone.

I stared at her, recognizing tired eyes and messy bed hair. It gave my sister a wild look, an alluring contrast to her usual sharp and clean style.

“Didn’t sleep well?” I enquired.

“Mhmm.”

With the raw ingredients in hand, I stepped beside my sister, who was still cooking. I turned up the fire on my side of the stove, heating the pan, and I swore I heard my sister suck in a sharp breath.

I glanced at my sister and caught her looking at me. Lucia quickly turned away, focusing on scrambling her eggs, and I hid my smile. So it wasn’t just me. My sister was feeling the heavy tension between us, too.

The pill worked.

I couldn’t concentrate. I ended up overcooking my eggs and charring my sausages because we kept making side glances at each other.

I would look at Lucia, she would glance back, then turn away, cheeks flushed a cute pink.

It was endearing watching my older sister act like that. She was always confident and loud spoken, not demure and quiet, like she was then.

We ate in silence. Lucia finished her meal first, and she stood up to clean her dish. Watching her round ass sway left and right as she scrubbed the plate gave me the deluded confidence I needed.

Maybe it was confidence, or maybe it was the deadly combination of being sleep deprived and insanely horny. But I dropped my fork, got up, and walked over to my sister, squeezing her ass when I reached her.

Lucia gasped then dropped her plate. It crashed into the sink, the water still running.

My sister turned to me. “Aaron, what are—”

I silence her with a kiss, wrapping an arm around her while my other hand clutched her wild hair, pulling her into me.

Lucia tasted exceedingly sweet, just like our sister, but in a different way. Ava was pure vanilla, but I couldn’t pinpoint exactly how my older sister tasted. Maybe a sugary cake. A delicious sugary cake.

I could get *really* addicted to sweetness like that.

I stumbled backwards when Lucia shoved me, severing our connection.

“What the fuck, Aaron?” Her voice was shrill. She rubbed her lips with a thumb. “What the fuck?”

My breathing was so heavy, so fast, my heart racing with my heaves. It was a good question. What the fuck was I doing?

It was a spur of the moment decision. I was so fucking horny, and I acted on pure instincts.

“I…” I trailed off, wondering how the hell I should explain myself. I stared hard at Lucia. She didn’t seem angry. Just shocked.

And should I even bother giving her a reason why I kissed her? Do I need to? She was stupidly hot, and I needed a pussy to bury myself into. Since Ava was not home, Lucia was the prime candidate.

That was all the reason I needed.

The words spilled out of me.

“Let’s have sex.”

“What?” My sister threw her hands up in a ‘what the fuck is wrong with you,’ gesture. “Have you gone insane, Aaron?”

There was no rage in her voice. Just raw shock and confusion. A good sign. And if the pill had indeed worked, she should be in love with me.

But that didn’t work with Ava. She showed no signs of love, at least love in the normal sense.

I had to stand my ground. Showing weakness was a thing of the past. Today marked a new me. A stronger, confident Aaron that knew what he wanted and would stop at nothing to grab it for himself.

I took a step forward, my lips still tingling from the sudden kiss. I didn’t know what to say, but I sure as hell knew what I wanted.

“Lucia.” I took another step forward, raising both palms. “Calm down, okay? I—”

“You kissed me.” My sister ran her thumb across her lips, staring at me with wide eyes. “Why the hell did you do that?”

“Did you like it?”

“What?”

“Did you like it?” I repeated, feeling lightheaded from what I had done, and what I was going to do.

My sister paused. Bingo. She liked it.

Lucia was taller than Ava, almost the same height as me. It wouldn’t take much effort to reclaim those soft lips.

God, my sister was beautiful. Lucia was twenty-five, in her absolute physical prime—her god-given curves and toned figure were evidence of that. Even with tired eyes, wild hair, and not a touch of makeup on her face, she was much more than just sinfully sexy.

“Lucia…” I raised a hand and touched her cheek. She shivered and unconsciously leaned into my touch. We were both breathing heavily, our breaths mingling, my gaze dropping to her heaving breasts before flicking back to her ocean blues. “… I think I’m in love with you.”

*I think?* Why did I say that? I was *definitely* in love with her. With both my sisters. Anyone could argue it was pure lust, and maybe they were right, but I also cared deeply for both of them.

That counts as love.

Right?

“Aaron…” Lucia’s blues flicked between my left and my right eye. “This is so wrong.” She exhaled, her breath tickling my face. “We’re… we’re siblings. We can’t.”

“We can if we want to.” I used my free hand to outline her waist, almost moaning at how curvy she was—just like her sister. “No one will know. Ava is out. Mom and Dad are not even in the country. Who would find out?”

Lucia paused, and I used the moment to palm her ass through her shorts, squeezing them. She closed her eyes and a soft moan leaked out from parted lips, so quiet, I wouldn’t have heard it if I wasn’t right next to her.

Holy shit, I made my sister moan.

I squeezed her harder, and she moaned again. I used my past experience with Ava—and what she taught me—and began kissing her neck, while my other hand dropped from her face, sliding through peaks and valleys.

Lucia didn’t disappoint. Her body was top tier, crafted from insane genetics and toned from years in ballet.

Yeap, lucky me. Ava was the cheerleader. Lucia was the dancer.

She quit ballet a couple of years ago, but she still kept her body toned from the gym and lean from strict dieting.

“Aaron…. oh…” Lucia was heaving and gasping, her eyelids closed, her chin up towards the ceiling, exposing her neck to me as I nibbled, licked, and planted gentle kisses. “Where… where did you learn how to do this?”

“Do you like it?” I asked instead.

“Mhmm.”

Still squeezing her plump cheeks and pressing my rock hard erection between her legs, I abandoned her ample curves in favor of her breasts.

Lucia jerked when I palmed her tits through her top, gasping when I squeezed them. They were much larger than Ava’s, much rounder too. I couldn’t decide which one I liked better. Lucia’s mature breasts or Ava’s perfect teardrops.

My sisters shared the same genetics, but they were exotic in their own ways. It was like comparing a Ferrari and a Lamborghini. Both were supercars, and you couldn’t go wrong with either.

Most men would be happy with just one. I had to own both.

“Aaron…. please… please sto—”

She didn’t finish, so I challenged her to complete the sentence.

“Please, what, Lucia?” I found her sensitive spot on her neck, alternating between nibbling and licking, making my sister squirm and gasp in front of me. “If you say the word, everything stops. But you don’t want it to stop, do you?”

“Aaron… please.” Her voice cracked. “Dont.”

I backed her against the tiled wall. “Don’t what?”

“Don’t—” I placed the flat on my tongue on a hot vein, then ran along it. My sister gasped, the words fizzling out of her mouth.

“Don’t what?” I repeated.

“Oh my god….” Her eyes were closed again, and she was just repeating the words in low whimpers, pressing her hot pussy against my throbbing erection, the only thing separating us were a couple layers of thin fabric. “Oh my god…”

Time to take things up a notch.

I slowly lowered my eyes down her body, admiring every tempting inch, every curve and angle. My hand left her ass. As plump and firm as her cheeks were, there was another part of her I much preferred to touch.

I skirted around the waistband of her cotton shorts, circling to her front and slipped my hand underneath her pants, making contact with soaked panties. Normally, I would be delighted to know how wet Lucia was for me, but the undergarment was just another obstacle to my goal. I tugged her panties down, blindly reaching for her clit.

She was so wet, my fingers slipped everywhere. But on the fourth try, I hit gold and groaned at the incredible wetness gathering on my fingertips. Lucia moaned and pressed her head on my shoulder, rolling her hips against my hand, begging for friction, her body betraying her words.

She moaned again when I flicked her clit, and when I pinched the throbbing nub, she shrieked and bit into my shoulder.

“Aaron…” Her breaths were heavy against my neck.

“Yes, Lucy?”

I never called her Lucy before. Only Ava had that privilege, but it seemed appropriate in the moment.

“This… this is so wrong.”

“But does it feel right?”

She didn’t answer.

“Just relax, okay?” I slid my thumb across her clit, drawing out a soft whimper from my beautiful sister. “Let me get you off.”

Lucia leaned back and stared into my eyes. Her lips trembled, and she bit down on her lower lip to steady them. “I’m close already. But—how?”

I rubbed her nub faster. “How what?”

“H-How are you doing this?” I slipped my index finger into her slick folds and she swallowed me right up. “Aaron… please… why does this feel so fucking…?”

I added a second finger, then a third quickly after. I spread them apart, stretching my sister open. “Fucking… what?”

Lucia was sobbing. She nestled her head on my shoulder, dropping her weight against me. “Aaron, please…”

I dipped my drenched fingers in and out, paying special attention to her throbbing clit, because in my experience, that seemed to get the best reactions out of Ava. “Fucking what, Lucy?”

Lucy seemed to love it. She rocked her hips back and forth, matching the rhythm of my fingers, her pussy walls clenching around my digits.

“Fucking what, Lucy?” I repeated just as a moan ripped out from her throat, filling up the entire house.

“FUCKING AMAZING!” she screamed out, and her walls clamped down so damn tight I couldn’t withdraw my fingers.

Oh fuck, she was orgasming. Lucia thrust back and forth against my trapped fingers. I stilled when a flood of arousal began squirting out of her, soaking my pants, a shrill cry coming out with the tide.

“HOLY SHIT!”

Her nails dug into my back. I started to panic. Everything was happening so quickly, and I wasn’t mentally prepared. Here I was, finger fucking my older sister to an explosive orgasm.

It was wild. Fucking bizarre.

But I needed to stay in control. I didn’t want another Ava in my life. So far, Lucia was in denial about what was happening, but she had been submissive, allowing me to kiss her, feel her up, do whatever I wanted.

I needed to keep it that way. Be in control. Show no signs of weakness.

“It’s okay, Lucy,” I said as she shrieked and convulsed, whimpers exploding out of her mouth, muffled by my shoulders. “It’s okay. Cum for me, baby.”

My sister was still spurting waves of arousal. I held her squirming body, not bothering how damp and heavy my shorts were from her juices. I whispered in her ear, still kissing her, still holding her tight until Lucia finally shuddered and slumped against me.

“Oh my god…” She sniffed, whimpered, then shuddered again. “Oh my fucking god.”

I allowed my sister to breathe, holding her limp body upright as she nestled against me, her round breasts feeling amazing against my chest.

“Aaron.” Lucia’s voice was so throaty, her breathing patchy. “What… How did you do that? How—why am I feeling like this?”

“I don’t know, Lucy,” I lied, remembering Ava saying those exact words, being in a state of confusion, too.

My hands descended her sides, and I spent a few moments feeling her up before I took her hand. “Come. Let’s go.”

“Where?” Lucia looked at me, her ocean blue eyes hazy. She was clearly in a state of confusion and arousal. I had to take advantage of it before she regained her senses.

“My bedroom,” I said simply, leading her away from the kitchen.

“W-We can’t.” But Lucia didn’t resist. She allowed me to bring her across the living room and into mine, where I closed the door and locked it shut.

I let go of my sister and looked at her. She seemed nervous, eyeing my bed, at me, down to her clasped hands.

“This is so wrong, Aaron,” Lucia whispered. “We really shouldn’t be doing this.”

“Like I said.” I held her wandering gaze, locking it in place. My heart raced under my chest, just like hers. I could feel her thundering heartbeats beneath my palms. “Just say the word and we’ll stop. Go on. Say it. Tell me you don’t want this.”

She looked away.

“Hey.” I grabbed her chin, not letting her break eye contact. I had to let her know who was in control—and who was submitting. “If you want this, stop saying you don’t. Is that clear?”

She was silent for a while, her blues so light and pretty, her breaths heavy. Finally, she broke eye contact and nodded.

“Don’t just nod,” I told my sister, taking a page from our younger sister and how she dominated me. “Say it.”

She nodded again and gulped, her next words barely a whisper.

“Yes, Sir.”

*Sir?*

The simple word echoed in my ears.

Sir?

Holy fuck. My cock jerked up, pulsing. Lucia sure as hell could feel my excitement.

I undressed my sexy sister, our heavy breaths filling up the space between us. This time, she helped me, raising her hands so I could clear her top off her head. She wasn’t wearing a bra.

Her plump breasts popped out, nipples hard and perky. I gawked at the hypnotizing sight, almost dipping into a trance.

Then her soft fingers were on me. I allowed Lucia to pry my shirt off before we joined lips.

It was a fervor of lips and teeth, the kiss bruising. Aggressive. Lucia gripped my shoulders, and I clutched her soft hair in my fist, swallowing her moans, muffling her whimpers, drunk on her flavor.

Lucia must have been waiting for me to deepen the kiss because, as soon as I stroked past her lips with my tongue, hers greeted mine. So deliciously warm, wet, and inviting. We traded moans.

I was so close to the edge, my cock on the verge of exploding. Lucia was driving me crazy and I couldn’t embarrass myself like my first time with Ava. No way.

Pulling back from my heaving sister, I growled the order through clenched teeth, not feeling like myself at all.

“Get on the bed.” I pulled her back into me, just to have one more sampling of her intoxicating flavor before shoving her towards the direction of my bed. “On all fours. Now.”

She nodded and walked towards my bed, pulling her cotton shorts and panties down.

I have never ever seen Lucia so… tame.

She was always this looming older figure in my life and seeing her this compliant was turning me the fuck on. Energy surged through my body, an unmatched confidence that had been there before.

Why was she so submissive? Why wasn’t she arguing? She could walk away at any moment, yet she chose to stay. Was Lucia the perfect candidate for the love pill when it didn’t really work on Ava? That would explain her sudden shift in personality.

It didn’t matter. The only important thing was the sight of my sister on my bed in the perfect position.

On all fours, back arched, hips up, drenched pussy pointed straight at me, juices trailing down her inner thighs. The erotic sight had me leaking too, my body so primed to dominate hers.

Lucia definitely had been in the position before, judging by how graceful she slid into the pose, and how relaxed she looked, despite the visible nerves.

I didn’t realize the full extent of what was happening until I took off my shorts, crossed my room and hopped onto my bed, positioning myself behind my sister, hands on her amazing ass. Holy fuck, I was going to have sex with Lucia. I couldn’t believe it.

“You’re so fucking beautiful, Lucy,” I growled, spreading her cheeks and rolling my hips forward, prodding at her entrance.

Lucia moaned, writhing back against my touch, and I groaned at how good it felt for her to push up against me like that. The heat of her pussy scorched the tip of my cock, tendrils of desire clouding my vision.

I sank into my sister. She was so fucking wet and I slid into her easily, groaning, her pussy walls swallowing me up.

“Lucia!”

“Aaron!” Lucia yelped, arching and curving her spine. She wasn’t nearly as tight as Ava, which meant she had been recently fucked, but her pussy felt as incredible as our sister, which should be an impossible feat, but Lucia was full of surprises.

I was a couple of inches deep, her pussy flexing deliciously, Lucia’s moans and whimpers cheering me on until I couldn’t slide in any deeper. I gripped her sweat slicked hips and drove in hard, forcing entry.

“FUCK—OH MY GOD!” Lucia cried out as I stretched her wide. Her cunt pulsed once. Twice. And then I was fully inside her, my sister taking me to the balls like the good girl she was.

Lucia rolled her hips forward, withdrawing me out halfway before she slammed her ass back against my cock, swallowing my entire length up.

“Fuck.” I spat the curse out, my balls slapping against the curve of her ass so hard, for a split second, I lost grip on reality. “Fuck!”

Fuck.

There was no way I could last long, not with how desperate Lucia was and how fucking amazing she felt.

I took control, thrusting hard and fast, driving myself in and out of her pussy. Lucia allowed me to dictate the rhythm, submitting to my will, digging her forehead into the mattress, her hands balled into tight fists, screams muffled.

On a deafening slam forward, I hit a spot inside her and a raw cry spilled from those beautiful lips.

“Harder!” Lucia whimpered.

Harder? I was going as hard as I could. What was with my sisters and their fetishes of getting fucked impossibly rough?

I sucked in a breath, and on the exhale, drove forward as hard as I possibly fucking could, feeling like my cock was going to break.

Her round ass cheeks jiggled from the force of impact, and needles of pleasure bolted through me.

I cried out, fighting against the cascade of overwhelming sensations. A losing battle, but I fought anyway

“YES!” Lucia shrieked, her body folding in pleasure, her ass clenching, crushing my cock, her heated inner walls pulsing in rapid, split second waves. “YES! YES! YES!”

Fuck. Fuck. FUCK!

She felt so fucking good. She felt so unbelievably fucking good.

At another brutal slam in, my whole body locked up, and I broke apart in a deafening moan, not being able to pin down the avalanche of sensations a second longer.

It was pathetic. Just a few thrusts in and all my sense of control evaporated. It was the same with Ava, and Lucia was no exception. Both my sisters possessed bodies no mortal man could last long in.

And I had fucked them both.

My orgasm swelled, then detonated in a brutal concoction of rapture and ecstasy, ripping me apart, frazzling my nerves and consuming me whole.

“God—Lucia!” My cock spasmed inside her, spurting out what felt like gallons of hot seeds, rushing through her pussy walls, straight to her womb.

“Aaron, FUCK!” My sister choked the word out. She raised her head and arched her back beautifully, lifting her tits. “FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!”

Her wails lit up the bedroom, drowning out my moans.

Then her pussy clamped shut so fucking tight. I had to halt my thrusts and grip her sides, needing more friction, but I was stuck inside her. I moaned my sister’s name out, pouring out the rest of my orgasm into her flexing tunnels while she milked my cock for everything I was worth.

I shuddered as the final ropes of cum fizzled out, but Lucia was still going, rabid in her movements. Shrill moans spilled out of her, along with a flood of juices, her inner walls pulsing excitedly around me.

Both of my sisters were squirters, and I took a moment to note their differences. Lucia was definitely more expressive than Ava. Louder too. Much louder. Our little sister let out cute whimpers and needy grunts while Lucia was all erotic moans and loud cries.

But the one similarity they both had was how long they could cum. Minutes passed in a daze, and when my sister finally finished, she sighed and slumped down onto the mattress. I laid on top of her sweat-slicked back, inhaling her rose scent, feeling utterly content having blown my load into a pussy worth fucking.

“Holy shit, Lucy.” I kissed her nape and relaxed into all her toned muscles that filled her back. “That was intense.”

She tensed and rolled off me, my cock withdrawing out of her with a wet ‘plop’.

Lucia’s blue eyes were wide. She looked between me and the mess we made on the bed.

“We just fucked,” she said slowly, as if she didn’t believe what happened. “Aaron… We—We just fucked.”

“Yes.”

“Oh my god.” She covered her open mouth with a palm, looking distraught. “Why the fuck did we do that? Why?”

I shrugged. “Because we wanted to. That was amazing, by the way.”

“We’re siblings, Aaron. This is…” She cringed, almost in tears. “… disgusting.” Lucia looked down at her body, suddenly realizing her nakedness. “I—I need to go.”

My sister struggled out of bed, bending down to retrieve her clothes, muttering ‘oh my gods’ to herself. Her pussy was still leaking my cum, dripping down her inner thighs.

I got out of bed and followed her, not sure what to say, but hoping I could convince my sister that incest wasn’t such a bad thing. Yeah, we were told it was disgusting, but both of us were grown adults. We could do whatever the fuck we wanted. Screw what society said.

Perhaps the love pill had corrupted, but the way I saw it, the pill revealed the truth deep inside me. Something I was ashamed of for my entire life.

I was sexually attracted to my sisters. No other women in the world could compare to them.

“I can’t believe it. I can’t believe it.” Lucia muttered. She crossed my room in a huff, swung open my door… then froze in place.

What was it? Don’t tell me…

I peeked out from behind her, confirming my suspicions.

Ava was standing in the living room, cheerleading uniform intact, looking absolutely gorgeous, especially with her skin glimmering with sweat.

“Ava.” Lucia tried to cover her nudity with her clothes, but it was clear the sins we had done. “I—I can explain. We didn’t—” Lucia turned to me, a mix of emotions contorting her expression—namely fear. “Aaron, tell her! Tell her this isn’t what it looks like.”

I said nothing, because there was no point. We stood there like statues while Ava’s gaze flickered between Lucia and me. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, she sniffed, turned away and stormed into her room, slamming her door so hard I could feel the vibrations.

“Aaron, we’re fucked.” Lucia was panicking, half shouting, half crying. “We’re done.”

I shook my head. “It’s okay, Lucy. It’s fine.”

“What do you mean, it’s fine?” Her voice grew shrill. “What the fuck do—”

“I fucked Ava too.”

Silence.

“During your trip to Hong Kong,” I explained to my stunned sister. “Me and Ava… we… she took my virginity. She taught me everything.”

“You… you were the boyfriend Ava was referring to last night.”

“Yes.” I stepped forward to hold her, but Lucia jerked away, stepping back. “It’s okay. It’s okay. Ava won’t tell anyone. This will be our secret.”

“What the fuck is happening, Aaron?” Lucia shook her head, tears pricking from her blue eyes. Shit, she really was distraught. “Why are we suddenly… doing these sick things to each other? What the fuck is happening? Why do I feel this way?”

When I didn’t answer her, Lucia dashed for her room, hugging her clothes tight to her chest. I had never seen Lucia in tears before, and it pained me to see her in this state.

It was all my fault, but I knew I was in this game for the long run, whatever the cost. It would be all worth it.

I hope.

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