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She only let him start it in the first place because it was taboo.  If their families weren’t so close that they wouldn’t like it, she never would have touched him.  She had what might be called a strong sexual appetite.  Until it started, she hadn’t known that his basic animal instincts were just as strong.  He was supposed to be like family to her.  He’d sit and talk easily to her parents about his family and his education, just like he had always done as a child.  But he wasn’t a child anymore, and neither was she, and no one seemed to realise.  That was what made the whole thing so damn irresistible.

It wasn’t incest, not a bit of it, but it almost felt that way.  She enjoyed the secret meetings, lying to her parents, saying she was seeing a friend and then going to him.  Usually they stripped noisily in the dark, only catching faint glimpses of each other’s bodies in what light trickled through from the night outside.  She wasn’t beautiful, and neither was he, but when they were together they were both damn sexy.

He quickly started to say that it was more than just sex.  He had ‘feelings’ for her.  She didn’t like that expression.  She thought it was overused.  When she told him, he switched to ‘love’, and she liked that even less.  One of the good things about him, though, was that he dropped it when she asked him to.  He didn’t press things.  He knew she wasn’t deaf or stupid; she had got the idea the first time, and nothing would be gained by telling her again.  She liked that about him.  He moved the conversation along.  Lying beside her, naked, he talked to her like a friend and made her laugh.

Nothing changed in the way either of them acted around the people they knew - not even when they were together.  They didn’t seem to be getting along any better than usual, and they didn’t fake animosity.  She hadn’t always liked him, but she’d grown up a lot since they first met.  Her family thought she was simply being civil.

When it came to deceit, he was a master.  She could almost believe he had done this before, even though it went against his very nature.  He was a good guy - not at all the type she would have thought she’d go for; not at all the kind of guy a woman would expect to turn feral the moment he was alone with her.

Most of the time, he was tame.  When they went to the beach, a place to which heat and bare flesh were integral, he always wanted to play cricket.  Cricket.  The slowest, most monotonous game she knew - and yet somehow the notoriously dull sport became sexy with him.  He played it with her and her brother, crouching in the sand behind her, focusing on the ball in spite of her knees being inches in front of his face.  No one would know.  It was just another cover-up for his true, passionate nature.

He had an expert bowling action.  He had an expert batting technique too.  He had been taught.  That was the kind of school he had gone to.  She and her brother were, quite honestly, crap.  He was very patient with them.  He chased around the beach after their mis-hit and mis-thrown balls, laughing indulgently, never hinting to either of them about what he would be doing when the sun went down.

Once, when he was running down the beach after the ball like a dog, she almost forgot her determination not to love him.

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She only let him start it in the first place because it was taboo.  If their families weren’t so close that they wouldn’t like it, she never would have touched him.  She had what might be called a strong sexual appetite.  Until it started, she hadn’t known that his basic animal instincts were just as strong.  He was supposed to be like family to her.  He’d sit and talk easily to her parents about his family and his education, just like he had always done as a child.  But he wasn’t a child anymore, and neither was she, and no one seemed to realise.  That was what made the whole thing so damn irresistible.

It wasn’t incest, not a bit of it, but it almost felt that way.  She enjoyed the secret meetings, lying to her parents, saying she was seeing a friend and then going to him.  Usually they stripped noisily in the dark, only catching faint glimpses of each other’s bodies in what light trickled through from the night outside.  She wasn’t beautiful, and neither was he, but when they were together they were both damn sexy.

He quickly started to say that it was more than just sex.  He had ‘feelings’ for her.  She didn’t like that expression.  She thought it was overused.  When she told him, he switched to ‘love’, and she liked that even less.  One of the good things about him, though, was that he dropped it when she asked him to.  He didn’t press things.  He knew she wasn’t deaf or stupid; she had got the idea the first time, and nothing would be gained by telling her again.  She liked that about him.  He moved the conversation along.  Lying beside her, naked, he talked to her like a friend and made her laugh.

Nothing changed in the way either of them acted around the people they knew - not even when they were together.  They didn’t seem to be getting along any better than usual, and they didn’t fake animosity.  She hadn’t always liked him, but she’d grown up a lot since they first met.  Her family thought she was simply being civil.

When it came to deceit, he was a master.  She could almost believe he had done this before, even though it went against his very nature.  He was a good guy - not at all the type she would have thought she’d go for; not at all the kind of guy a woman would expect to turn feral the moment he was alone with her.

Most of the time, he was tame.  When they went to the beach, a place to which heat and bare flesh were integral, he always wanted to play cricket.  Cricket.  The slowest, most monotonous game she knew - and yet somehow the notoriously dull sport became sexy with him.  He played it with her and her brother, crouching in the sand behind her, focusing on the ball in spite of her knees being inches in front of his face.  No one would know.  It was just another cover-up for his true, passionate nature.

He had an expert bowling action.  He had an expert batting technique too.  He had been taught.  That was the kind of school he had gone to.  She and her brother were, quite honestly, crap.  He was very patient with them.  He chased around the beach after their mis-hit and mis-thrown balls, laughing indulgently, never hinting to either of them about what he would be doing when the sun went down.

Once, when he was running down the beach after the ball like a dog, she almost forgot her determination not to love him.