Total pages in book: 94
Estimated words: 91363 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 457(@200wpm)___ 365(@250wpm)___ 305(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91363 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 457(@200wpm)___ 365(@250wpm)___ 305(@300wpm)
She arched her back and pulled at his hair with one hand while her other hand clawed at the couch cushion. “Oh my god, baby … yesss,” she softly moaned.
Something or someone (perhaps the Holy Spirit) screamed for me to go back upstairs. I had no business watching them, but I could not turn away.
Isaac kissed his way up her body, camping out at her breasts as he slid his sweats and briefs just past his butt. He had a nice butt, firm and defined like Ben’s. Isaac kissed Sarah hard and they moaned together as he thrust into her. It wasn’t like Ben slowly working into me a fraction at a time. No. Isaac showed my sister no mercy as he rammed into her over and over, but she seemed to like it. And I suddenly wanted nothing more than a do-over. I wanted to have Ben do to me exactly what Isaac was doing to Sarah.
My body heated and I swallowed hard. I was turned on. Ick … why was I turned on by watching my sister have sex? That was so messed up, so I bolted upstairs as quickly and quietly as possible and jumped back into bed.
I considered everything and concluded that if Ben and I had that kind of sex, he would realize there was more to life than mourning the loss of his hearing. Right?
Less than ten minutes later, Sarah crept back into my bedroom and eased into bed. With my back to her and breath held, I remained completely still. I told myself to just relax and try to go back to sleep, but I was still thirsty, and there was no way I could sleep after watching them. So I rolled toward her.
I leaned closer to see her face in the dark room. She had her eyes closed and a content smile on her face.
“I know you’re awake,” I whispered.
Sarah opened one eye. “Sorry. I just had to use the bathroom. Go back to sleep.”
“Liar. I was thirsty, so I went downstairs for a glass of water. Want to know what I saw?”
Sarah pulled the sheet over her head. “Gabriella, please don’t say another word.”
I tucked my pillow under my head so it was propped up a little. What did she think I was going to say? For a few seconds, I thought about it.
“If that’s all he got you for Christmas, you need a better boyfriend.”
Sarah snorted, kicking her feet to roll away from me. “Stop!” She giggled.
For a minute or more, I bit my tongue and held still. Sarah probably felt relieved that I stopped talking. She might have even asked God to make me go back to sleep.
“Oral sex must be pretty great, huh?”
“Gabby!” she hissed, rolling toward me and pressing her fingers to my lips. “Stop talking. We are never talking about this. It didn’t happen. Okay?”
I pulled away and batted at her hand. “Eve would talk about it.”
Sarah sighed. “What?” she asked in exasperation. “What do you want to know? I thought you had sex with Ben.”
“I did, but not oral sex.”
“Good. Don’t. In fact, just stop having sex until you’re married. And stop talking about it.”
I bit my lip and nodded, but a few seconds later, I had more questions. “Which feels better? Oral or actual sex?”
“Ga-byyy!” She groaned, covering her face.
“Is it weird being kissed where you pee?”
“Stop!” She rolled partway on top of me and covered my mouth.
I pushed her off and we continued to giggle.
“What is going on?”
We jumped at Mom’s voice.
“Gabby farted and it stinks. I’m going to shower.” Sarah flew out of bed and straight into the bathroom.
“It’s 5:30 in the morning,” Mom said.
The bed dipped as she sat on the edge.
“I know. I didn’t sleep well. And I wasn’t farting.”
Mom rubbed my leg. “Did you have trouble sleeping because of Ben?”
Every ounce of giddiness I felt from my sex talk with Sarah died when my mom mentioned Ben’s name.
“I’m sure it wasn’t fun watching the program last night when he couldn’t hear it,” she said.
I didn’t know what triggered Ben’s response, but I doubted the program caused it. Every time we were together, I felt a powerful push and pull from him, like he wanted me so much but also he didn’t want me, or he thought he shouldn’t want me.
“Ben thinks his life is over, and he doesn’t want to be a burden on anyone.” It wasn’t until the words came out like a generic excuse that I realized there had to be a lot of truth to them. If I tried to put myself in his shoes, that’s how I would have felt.
“Give it time,” Mom said, lying next to me, stroking my hair.
I was going back to school in less than two weeks. I didn’t have much time before I wouldn’t see or hear from him until spring break.