My sister-in-law Janet and I had a weird dynamic. She knew I couldn't stand her husband, my brother Jerry, but she always felt this strange loyalty to him that I didn't quite get. Maybe it was just because he was her husband and she instinctively felt the need to defend him even if he was an asshole. I mean, I didn't truly hate the guy, but I sure as hell didn't like him either.

Jerry was the kind of person who walked into a room and talked so loud you could hear his voice echo off the walls, and not in a cool, charismatic way, just in the obnoxious, "Hey, look at me, I'm important" kind of way. He was just an air traffic controller and was convinced in his heart that everyone at every cocktail party and family event was eager to hear his exciting, dramatic stories.

But Janet, oh Janet, she was another story. She had this look on her face that screamed, "I've got something you want." And she wasn't wrong. She was a smug bitch, and she could tell that I wanted to fuck her. It was like she had this secret power, this magnetic pull that drew me to her. I could see it in her eyes every time she'd glance at me, that little spark of knowing that she had this effect on me, and she reveled in it. She'd lean in just a little too close when we talked, her perfume a sweet taunt that filled my nostrils and made my cock twitch in my pants. And she'd always find an excuse to touch my arm or my shoulder, a subtle, lingering touch that sent shivers down my spine.

But she also had ways and words that indicated that she did not approve of me at all. She'd make snide comments about my lifestyle, my friends, my choices, all wrapped up in this sugary-sweet voice that was as fake as her church-lady smile. She'd say things like, "Todd, you're so... adventurous," and I'd see the judgment in her eyes. Like I was some kind of wild animal that she was afraid to get too close to, but also couldn't help but want to tame. It never seemed to occur to her that a guy with a PhD in chemical engineering was hardly out to disrupt the world.

It's true that even with my education, I wasn't one of those smooth-as-silk guys. I had edges. I swore, I drank, I loved fast cars, and I loved fucking pretty women. So sue me. But she always looked at me with a mix of fascination and disdain, like I was a puzzle she hadn't quite figured out. My part was much simpler. I always looked at her like I wanted to fuck her brains out. Thus the tension.

When Jerry told me about his grand hunting trip to Alaska, I could see the smugness ooze out of him. Two whole weeks of trying to imitate Bear Grylls with his buddies, leaving Janet behind. And I asked myself: “Who the fuck would go somewhere and leave a woman like Janet behind?"

He talked about the Alaska trip like it was some kind of spiritual journey, but I knew it was just an excuse to get drunk and shoot things. And when he asked me to check on Janet, for me it was like he was handing me the keys to a Ferrari and telling me not to drive it too fast. I'm no saint, so I agreed, mostly because it meant I'd be spending a little more time with Janet without his ugly ass around.

Two days later, with the asshole in Alaska, my heart was racing as I approached Janet's door. The housekeeper let me in, and there was Janet with her beautiful legs crossed, lost in something she was reading. She looked up from her book, surprise flitting across her face before she broke into a half-smile. "Todd," she said, her voice half warm and half welcoming. "What brings you here? Please come in and sit down. “Checking in on me already? Do you really believe that I can’t look after myself?"

I countered with, “I have no doubt that you can take care of yourself, Janet. It’s duty to my brother. I promised him.” So we chatted about this and that for a few minutes. Then I screwed up my courage and started in, "I... I was wondering, would you like to go out on an innocent date with me? I understand if you don't. I'm probably not really your type, I suppose, but I am your brother-in-law, and it would ease Jerry’s mind if he knew you were in good hands.”

Her eyes widened, and for a moment, I thought she would say no. I was dying inside, and my big cock was struggling inside my pants. But she laid the book down and rose to her feet, her curves shifting beneath her tight sweater. "Well, aren't you just full of surprises," she said, a hint of both amusement and superiority in her tone. "What did you have in mind, Todd?"

"How about dinner at Meizhou Dongpo?" I said, the words tumbling out. "And then a show at the Shubert Theater?"

She tapped a finger against her chin, feigning contemplation. "I do love a good musical," she said at last. "Alright, you've got yourself a date. But no funny stuff, mister," she warned.

“Jeez, Janet. You’re family. Who could think such a thing? Jerry’s my brother. I’m not an animal. You know how tight he and I have always been.”

Janet didn’t even respond to that lie.

After an hour of waiting for her to get ready, I escorted her out to my Jaguar, and off we went! The evening went by like a whirlwind. Janet looked absolutely stunning in a short, black dress that hugged her curves like it was another dermis. At five feet and nine inches, her legs went on forever, and I couldn't help but stare as we strolled down the street. She laughed at my wide-eyed gaze, her own eyes twinkling with mischief. "You like?" she asked, spinning around to give me a full view. This was a version of Janet that I did not know!

"Oh, I like, very much," I replied, trying not to sound like an utter lech.

Dinner was sophisticated and delightful, a train of spicy Chinese dishes and flirty banter that Janet finally warmed up to. The lights of Century City twinkled around us as we ate, and I felt a thrill in my pants that had nothing to do with the delicious food. Afterwards, we headed to the theater, the excitement building with every step. The show was better than I had imagined, the music and lights enveloping us in a world of pure escapism. I could sense Janet letting her guard down some.

As we drove back to her and Jerry’s place, Janet's hand surprisingly found its way to my thigh. "You know, I used to be quite the party girl," she said, her voice a smoky purr. "But I've settled down a bit since then. Does that bother you, Todd?"

"Not at all," I lied, my cock straining to free itself. "I think it's... charming. You are an ideal wife, Janet. I’ve always thought so. Jerry is a lucky guy."

"Good," she said, her hand sliding higher. "But I've had this craving for a little adventure lately. And you, Todd, look like you could be just the thing to satisfy it."

We stepped into her house, the tension between us thick enough to cut with a knife. She led me to the kitchen, her hips swaying in a way that made my knees go weak. She poured us both a glass of wine, her eyes never leaving mine. "So, pancakes tomorrow morning?" she asked, her smile wicked. She was asking her brother-in-law to stay the night.

"That’s quite an invitation. Yes, pancakes tomorrow morning," I responded, my mind racing with possibilities.  Kama sutra possibilities. Then I boldly shot out with, "I've got something more than pancakes in mind, Janet. You’re no Aunt Jemima, Janet."

We made our way to the bedroom. The air was heavy with desire. She pushed me down onto the bed, her mouth claiming mine in a fiery kiss that left me breathless. "You're so handsome," she murmured, her hands roaming over my body.

Her touch grew bolder, her hands sliding down my pants. When she reached my cock she gasped. “My God, Todd, baby, you’re bigger down there than I ever dreamed. That’s the biggest cock I’ve ever felt,” she said. I moaned into her mouth, my body arching into her touch. She broke the kiss to look at me, her eyes dark with lust. "You're all mine tonight," she said, her voice low and demanding. “You’re way more than I bargained for. Don’t hurt me with that thing! Forget about Jerry!”

The next hour was a blur of sensation. Janet took her time, exploring every inch of my body with a hunger that I had never expected from her. She was both tender and demanding, her touch setting my nerves alight. When I finally splayed her long legs, I tried to open her up, but she was too tight and I was too big. I gave her an inch, then another inch. Her eyes filled with fear, and she tried to squirm away, but I had her nailed. My cock pinned her to the mattress. “This feels so right,” she whispered.

"You're so tight, Janet," I whispered, her breath hot against my ear. "So perfect. I want to split you the fuck open!"

"Oh, please do, baby," she moaned, her body trembling with anticipation. “Jerry never makes me feel this way!”

"You're going to make me feel so good," I said, my strokes growing deeper and harder. "You're going to take it all, Janet. I want to give it all to you, baby.”

My own words sent a bolt of arousal through me, and I pushed engorged cock deeper into her. I asked myself if I should fuck her soft and easy, or should I hammer her into her next life and turn her into a fucking train wreck. Her hand found the top half of my cock, and pulled me into her, with her eyes rolling back into her head.

"You're cock is such a fucking monster," she murmured, her voice filled with lust. "And you’re such a sweet brother-in-law!"

The pillow talk only made me more eager, my body responding in a way that was almost painfully pleasurable. I could feel a giant orgasm building, you know, the kind that you never forget, and my toes were curling. And just when I thought I couldn't take it anymore, I gave her several more merciless thrusts and she screamed out, “Such a big cock! Fuck! Oh my God! Fuck! Fuck!”

"I want to watch your face when you come," I ordered, as I watched her eyes darken with desire.

The pressure was intense, the need to erupt inside her almost unbearable. I looked at her; she gave me a wicked smile. "Fuck me harder. Split me. Fuck me up!" she screamed. This churchgoing lady was screaming at me to fuck her up!

And I did. I fucking pounded her pussy like it was my job and I needed a raise! After about five more minutes of getting absolutely railed out of her fucking mind, she collapsed into a convulsive orgasm. After a number of spasms, she finally grew still. Then the world’s prettiest sister-in-law whispered, “You pillaged my village, baby. Jerry would never approve! I don’t think my poor pussy will ever be the same! I don’t think I’ll ever be the same!”

We lay there for a few moments, both of us, panting and sated. Then she leaned over and kissed me, her tongue probing my mouth. "You're quite a man," she murmured, her eyes gleaming.

"I hope so," I whispered, feeling proud that I had just pronged Jerry’s beautiful wife, his formerly proper wife.

The next morning, I woke up to the smell of pancakes. Janet was in the kitchen, her hair a wild tangle from our night of passion, wearing nothing but an apron. "Good morning, baby," she said with a smile, handing me a plate piled with pancakes. “Big cock guy deserves a big breakfast!”

"Good morning," I murmured, my voice still a little hoarse from our activities.

After breakfast, I rubbed pancake syrup down there between her legs and sucked and ate her pussy clean until she came hard, shaking around my trapped head. Janet then led me to her shower, the warm water cascading over us as she soaped up my body. She washed me with great care, and lovingly, especially my cock. It was all very maternal, but still very sexy, and I let that feeling wash over me.

Later that afternoon, we found ourselves back in her bedroom, the sun casting a warm glow across the crumpled sheets. "Ready for round two, Champ?" she asked, her voice filled with a hunger that made my blood boil.

"You betcha," I replied, my cock already standing at attention.

"Good boy," she purred, her hand wrapping around my shaft. "Now, let's see if you can fill me up again. With that fence post of a cock of yours, I don’t think you’ll have any trouble."

Her eyes widened as I pushed into her again, her pussy stretching to accommodate my thickness and my length. "Oh, fuck," she groaned, her nails digging into my back. "It's so big! My pussy is choking!"

"Is it a good choking?" I asked, my voice strained with my efforts.

"So good," she moaned. "So, so good, baby."

I picked up the pace, slapping against her as she met me thrust for thrust. Her cries grew louder and more obscene, and I felt like I could fuck her forever. "You like that, don't you?" I growled. "You like having my big cock inside you?"

"Yes, yes, yes!" she screamed. "It's so deep! So fucking deep! I love your big cock!"

Her walls tightened around me, and I knew she was close again. "Come for me," I whispered, my teeth gritted. "Come all over my cock, whore!."

And she did. Her body convulsed around me as I buried myself to the hilt, her orgasm ripping through her like a storm. "Fuck!" she screamed, her head thrown back. "Oh, fuck! Rail me! Fuck! I’m coming! I’m coming!"

Then we lay there for a while, our breathing ragged, our bodies slick with sweat. Then she rolled over and straddled me, her eyes gleaming. "Now, it's your turn," she said, lowering herself onto my still-hard cock.

Her pussy felt like a velvet vice, squeezing me tightly with every bounce. "You're going to make me cum," I grunted. “Jerry would not approve.”

"That's the idea," she said, her smile wicked. "If only he were her to see me fuck like this! To see me fuck you like this. But fuck Jerry! Cum for me, baby. Cum in your Janet's pussy."

“You're my Janet now?” I asked incredulously.

“I am so totally your Janet! Cum in your Janet's pussy,” she squealed.

And so, I did. With a roar, like a wild animal, I filled her up, my cum load spurting deep inside her. She milked me for all I was worth, her walls contracting around me until I was spent.

As we lay there, our bodies entwined, she whispered, "I never knew family could be so much fun."

"Ummm…Me neither," I said, grinning.

"Now, let's clean up," she said, her eyes twinkling. "We wouldn't want anyone to know what we've been up to."

We shared a laugh, and she led me back to the shower. We washed each other off, her soaping up my cock with gentle strokes. It was tender, and it made me feel like she cared for me, that she cared for me beyond just getting railed.

So it was more than that. It was a shared secret, a bond that definitely fell outside the boundaries that the world had drawn for us. And as she took my hand and led me back to the bed, I knew that no matter what anyone else thought, this was something special. Something that only Janet and Todd would ever truly understand.

I lay her down gently, her legs quivering with anticipation. Flipping her onto her stomach, I couldn’t help but admire the curves of her wonderful body, and the way her ass jutted up in the air, begging for attention. I grabbed a handful of her hair, tugging it just hard enough to make her gasp. Then, with a smirk, I whispered in her ear, "Ready for the main event, sweetheart?"

Her only response was a whimper as she nodded, her eyes wide with a mix of apprehension and excitement. I spread her cheeks apart, my cock already throbbing with need. I lined up the tip with her tight, puckered hole, and pushed. She tensed up, trying to pull away, but I held firm, pushing in inch by agonizing inch. "You're mine," I murmured, "and I'm going to make sure you never forget it."

Her gasps filled the room as I buried my horse-cock deep into her, the sound of flesh slapping against flesh echoing off the walls. Her cries were music to my ears and it made me drive deeper into her ass. "Oh God, slow down," she sobbed, but I knew she didn't really mean it. Her body was betraying her, her back arching to meet my every thrust.

I pulled her hips back, forcing her to take all of me. "You're so tight," I grunted, sweat beading on my forehead. "So fucking tight."

“Yes! Yes,” she screamed. Her nails dug into the bedspread as she tried instinctively to pull herself away from me, but my grip was strong. I didn't just want to fuck her; I wanted to claim her, to leave my mark on her in a way no one else ever had. "Please," she whimpered, her voice barely above a whisper. "Fuck my pretty ass hard!"

Her pleas grew louder, more obscene, and I knew she was on the edge. I reached around to play with her clit, feeling her body respond to my touch. "Cum for me," I ordered, my voice low and gruff. "Cum all over my cock."

And she did. Her body convulsed, her ass clamping down on me like a vice as she came, her screams piercing the air. I could feel the tremors of her orgasm around me, and it only made me want more. I pumped faster, my balls slapping against her wet pussy with every stroke. "You're mine," I said again, feeling possessive and powerful. 

As she came down from her climax, she looked back at me, her eyes glazed over with passion. "You're going to ruin me," she said, her voice shaky.

"Good," I murmured, leaning down to kiss her neck. "That's the plan."

And with that, I continued to pound into her, feeling the pressure build inside me until I couldn’t hold back anymore. With one final, brutal thrust, I filled her with my cum.

We collapsed in a heap, our bodies slick with sweat and passion. She was still quivering, her ass clenching around my softening cock, and I knew that all of this was just the beginning of our taboo love affair. A love that was wrong in every way, but felt so fucking right.

I pulled out of her slowly, watching as her body tried to recover from the onslaught. Then I rolled her over, her legs still spread wide, and kissed her deeply, tasting her mouth, and her tears of passion. "Thank you," I whispered, my voice thick with emotion. "Thank you for letting me do that to you." 

Her eyes searched mine, looking for something. Forgiveness? Understanding? Whatever it was, she found it, and she kissed me back, her arms wrapping around my neck and her body pressing into mine. I could feel the heat of her pussy against my thigh, and I knew she was still buzzing from the world-class fucking I had just given her.

But I couldn’t help myself. I needed more. I needed to claim her in every way possible. "Turn over," I said, my voice gruff with desire. She complied, her breath hitching as I grabbed her hips and flipped her onto her stomach. She was like a ragdoll in my arms.

Her ass was a perfect peach shape, begging to be filled with my thick cock. I didn’t bother with foreplay; I was beyond that. I smacked that ass and made her yelp and positioned myself behind her, the head of my cock nudging at her pussy as she faced away from me. I spit on my hand and reached down to spread her folds apart, lubricating my cock with my spit and her juices.

With a grunt, I pushed inside, as her pussy gave way to my relentless pressure. She screamed as I filled her. "You're so tight," I groaned, my cock stretching her open. "So fucking tight. Such a sweet baby!"

I began to fuck her, slapping against her as I plunged in and out. She was so tight, so warm, and I could feel her clenching around me. "Oh God," she moaned, her voice muffled by the pillow. "Please, Todd. Do me! Do me! Fuck!"

But I wasn’t listening. I was lost in the moment, in the feeling of her body taking all of me. Her unintelligible noises only made me go harder, filling her up until she was screaming for more. As it had turned out, she was the one who was like a wild animal.

Her screams grew louder, her body shaking as she climaxed, her juices coating my cock. But I wasn’t done. I pulled out and flipped her onto her back, her legs still spread wide. I slammed back into her pussy, feeling the added pressure of her tightness.

Her eyes rolled back in her head. I was consumed by lust. And she was my prey. Such pretty prey!

I fucked her until she couldn’t move, until she was nothing but a quivering mass of pleasure. And when I finally came, it was like a volcano erupting, my cum filling her up until it leaked out around the base of my cock, down into her ass crack, and onto the sheets.

We lay there, both of us panting, our bodies drenched in sweat. She looked up at me, her eyes filled with something that was more than just satisfaction. It was lust, pure and simple.

We lay there for what felt like hours, our hearts pounding in sync. And in that moment, I knew that this was a secret that we would carry with us for the rest of our lives.

"You're insatiable, Todd," she whispered, a hint of a smile playing on her lips.

"Only with you, Janet," I replied.

"What do you want?" she asked, her voice husky with need. "Tell me, and I'll do it."

"I want your mouth," I said, my voice thick with desire. "I want to watch those beautiful lips wrap around me."

Without a word, she sat up and straddled my knees, her eyes never leaving mine. She took my cock in her hand, her fingers tracing the veins that stood out through the skin. Then, she leaned down, teasing the tip before she took me into her mouth.

She tried her best to take all of me, but my size was too much for her. Her cheeks hollowed as she sucked, her eyes watering as she gagged. I grabbed her hair, guiding her movements, pushing her further and further down until she was choking on my length.

Her makeup was a mess, her lipstick smudged, and her mascara running down her cheeks. But she was more beautiful than any woman I had ever seen. She was my Janet, my everything, and she was worshiping my cock like it was a golden idol. If only Jerry could be here to see this!

Her eyes pleaded with me, silently begging for relief, but I was merciless. I fucked her mouth until she couldn’t take it anymore, until she was gagging and sputtering, her makeup a mess of colors. "Please," she choked out, her eyes streaming with tears. "Give me more!”

I pulled her hair, forcing her to take more of me, her throat tightening around my shaft. And when I finally came, it was like nothing I had ever felt before. I shot my load down her throat, filling her until she couldn’t swallow anymore.

When I finally pulled out, she collapsed onto the bed, her body limp with exhaustion. "You're so beautiful," I murmured, my voice hoarse with lust. "So perfect."

"I'm all yours, baby," she whispered, her voice hoarse and cracking under the weight of the desire she couldn't hold back any longer. The sight of her, kneeling before me, her mascara-streaked cheeks stained with tears and slobber, only made me want to use her more. I could see the look of awe in her eyes, the way her hand trembled as she reached out to touch my cock, but there was also something else - a hunger that mirrored my own.

Janet leaned in again, her full, glossy lips parting to take me in. She gagged immediately, her eyes watering as she attempted to swallow my monster. I watched, fascinated, as she struggled to fit even half of my length into her mouth. Her cheeks hollowed, and her throat convulsed, trying to accommodate the unyielding girth of my shaft. It was a beautiful sight, one that I knew I'd never forget.

I grabbed her by the back of the head, pushing her down further. "Take it all," I demanded, feeling the power surge through me as she choked and sputtered. Her nails dug into my thighs, leaving little half-moon marks as she desperately tried to get me off. But I was relentless, my hand a vice around her skull, forcing her to take every inch of me. Her eyes rolled back in her head, her throat bulging as she gagged on my cock.

"You're so good," I groaned, the sound of her gagging and the feel of her soft tongue against the underside of my cock sending me closer and closer to the edge. "Such a good girl. Such a good sister-in-law!"

Her eyes snapped back to mine, and she gave a little nod, her determination clear. She took a deep breath and opened her mouth wider, trying once again to fit my entire length. Her throat was a tight, warm sheath that I couldn’t get enough of. I felt myself getting closer, my balls tightening as I fucked her face with renewed vigor.

Her saliva dripped down her chin, mixing with her lipstick to create a grotesquely beautiful mask of desire. She was choking on me, her eyes begging for mercy, but she didn’t stop. And with every muffled moan and whine, I grew harder, more insatiable.

"You're going to make me cum," I warned her, my voice a low rumble. "And you're gonna swallow every drop."

Her eyes widened, and she nodded again, her mouth moving faster, her tongue swirling around the head of my cock. And just as she finally took me all the way in, I felt the first spurt of cum shoot down her throat, followed by another, and another. She gagged and choked, her eyes watering, but she kept going, her throat working to swallow every drop as I filled her mouth. What a trooper!

When I finally pulled out, she collapsed back onto the bed, her chest heaving, her eyes glazed over with a mix of shock and satisfaction. "Oh God," she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper. "I've never...I've never felt so used. So wrecked!"

I grinned, feeling like I was a king. "Good," I said, leaning down to kiss her. "Because I'm still not done with you yet."

Our kiss was sloppy and desperate, her taste mixing with the lingering flavor of my cum that was in her mouth. "What do you want now?" she asked, her voice a needy whine. “I’ve given you everything!”

"I want to feel you come," I replied, my voice a gruff demand. "I want to watch your body shake."

Her eyes lit up, and she nodded eagerly. "Please," she begged. "Make me cum, Todd. Make me scream."

And so, I did. With my mouth on her clit and my fingers inside her, I brought her to orgasm after orgasm, her body writhing beneath me, her cries growing louder and louder until the whole house seemed to vibrate with the sound of her pleasure. And when she finally collapsed, spent and trembling, I knew that I had truly claimed her. She was mine now, in every way that mattered. She would never be Jerry’s again.

Over the next ten days, I had her, and she had me, in every way imaginable. Her and Jerry's house became our playground, each room holding a new memory of our encounters. On the floor, her legs wrapped around my neck as I ate her out. On the kitchen counter, her back arched and her tits bouncing as I fucked her, her nails scratching the countertop as she came. On the stairs, her pussy clamping down on my cock as she rode me, her long legs wrapped around my waist, her head thrown back in ecstasy. On the patio, the cool night air caressing our sweat-slicked bodies as I took her from behind, the sound of our skin slapping together echoing through the quiet night.

And the couch. Oh, the couch! That's where she discovered her love for deep, hard anal. We'd start with me fucking her pussy, her moans growing deeper, her eyes glazed with lust. And then, when she was begging for more, I'd pull out and slam into her ass, her body jolting with the sudden intrusion. The way she'd tighten around me, trying to push me out even as she begged for me to go deeper, was intoxicating. I'd grab her by the hair and whisper into her ear, telling her how much I loved watching her take it, how beautiful she was when she was fighting the stabs of pain. And she'd whine and beg for more, her body betraying her every time.

One evening, after a particularly intense session, we lay tangled together on the couch, both of us panting and drenched. "I never knew it could feel like this," she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper. "It's like you're...owning me."

I grinned, feeling like the king of the world. "I do own you," I said, my voice low and filled with satisfaction. "You're mine to fuck whenever, however I want."

Her eyes sparkled with excitement. "Prove it," she said, a challenge in her voice.

So, I did. I picked her up, her legs wrapping around my waist, and fucked her standing against the wall, her back banging into the plaster with every thrust. She came so hard that she later said she saw stars, her pussy convulsing. Then I took her to her bed, flipping her onto her stomach and took her from behind, my hand wrapped around her throat. And when I was done, I pulled out and painted her face with my cum, watching as it dripped down her cheeks and onto the pillow.

Every day was a new adventure, a new way to push her boundaries. I'd wake up with my cock in her mouth, her lips wrapped around me like a warm, wet glove. I'd fuck her in the shower until the water ran cold, her legs shaking so badly she couldn't stand. I'd take her from behind in front of the mirror, watching her face contort with pleasure and pain as she saw me claiming her from every angle.

And when we weren't fucking, we'd lie together, her head on my chest, our hearts beating in sync. She'd trace the lines of my abs with her finger, her eyes filled with something I hadn't seen before – something that was more than just lust. It might have been affection, maybe even love. And I knew that no matter what happened, she'd never forget the way I made her feel. It was like she was discovering a part of herself that she never knew existed.

"You're like a drug," she whispered one night as we lay in the dark. "I can't get enough of you."

"You're like oxygen to me," I whispered, stroking her hair. "Without you, I'd die."

It was a strange, pedal-to-the-metal kind of love, but it was ours. And every time we came together, our bodies entwined and our hearts racing, I knew that we were both exactly where we needed to be. Fucking…in Jerry’s bed…in Jerry’s house.