Chapter 3: Confession (R-18)
"Ezra... what happened?" she asked, her voice wobbly, full of surprise and something else—maybe worry.
I was behind her, ny hands wrapped around her stomach. Guilt twisted in my chest, but it wasn't strong enough to stop me. The words I'd kept locked up for so long just burst out.
"I'm sorry... but I can't keep it in anymore," I said, my voice low and rough. Before she could say anything, I leaned in and pressed my lips to the bare skin of her neck. It was soft and warm, with a faint smell of the vanilla soap she always used—a smell I couldn't get out of my head.
"What do you mean?" Aeri's voice was small, almost a whisper. Her head tilted a bit, giving me more room even though I don't think she meant to.
"I love you, Aeri," I said, letting it all spill out. My fingers slid up, hesitant at first, then braver, until they brushed her breasts through her dress. She sucked in a quick breath, and it hit me like a spark.
"Ezr—" My name started to come out, but the feeling stopped her cold. I pressed myself against her, my groin rubbing against her hips. The curve of her felt so smooth, and I was already hard in my pants—she had to feel it.
"Ahh..." A little moan slipped out of her, soft and real. That sound lit me up, tearing down the last bit of control I had. My hands found the knot at the front of her one-piece dress, a simple tie holding it all together.
One pull and it came loose, the fabric falling open. I slid my hands inside, cupping her boobs with nothing in the way now. They were so soft and full, bigger than my hands could even hold.
"Ezra... ahh... but I'm your m-mother..." Her voice broke, shaky and torn, like she was begging me to stop—or maybe not. Her grip on the sink tightened, her knuckles turning white.