Forbidden Desire
My sister Janice was 3 years older, a radiant beauty with skin that glowed like sun-kissed honey.
Growing up, we weren’t particularly close, but as I entered adolescence, my libido ignited, and she became a tantalizing obsession.
I’d catch glimpses of her undressing in her room or brush against her on the couch, my thighs aching to be closer.
Most times, she’d squirm away, and I’d be left with a desperate longing.