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  I fumbled around in the darkness until I found my shorts and my t-shirt and quickly dressed. The tent smelled like a cage at a zoo. My stomach was a knot of anxiety: Is he going to pretend that nothing happened? Is he going to be angry with me and accuse me of seducing him? It seemed impossible that any good could come of what had happened between us, though it had been the most extraordinary event in my life.

  When I came out, Brandon was crouched over the fire, his back to me. He was trying to balance the logs against each other into a pyramid to build up the flame. He didn't seem to have noticed me. I sat down on the log and watched him, chewing my lip nervously.

  He glanced over his shoulder and saw me huddled against the cold.

  "What are you doing out here?" he said, wiping his hands on his legs.

  I tried to read his expression, but the shifting orange glow made his features seem strange.

  "You should go back in the tent. It's too cold out here."

  "I was lonely," I said, venturing that much, at least, waiting for his reaction.

  He smiled, but his smile looked sad, or wistful. "The fire was almost out. It was down to embers," he said.

  I nodded.

  A short silence passed between us. I could see that he was trying to decide what to say, how to proceed.

  "Stacey ... what happened in there—"

  "You don't need to say anything," I said. A knot tightened in my stomach. I felt like the world was about to open up under my feet and swallow me whole. My disappointment was agonizing.

  "No, I have to," he said, coming closer. He took my hands and stared into my eyes. "I don't know what it meant to you," he said, speaking slowly, cautiously. "But ... it was the best thing that's ever happened to me."

  I stared at him, dumbfounded. I had expected many reactions, but not this one. Not a simple affirmation of all my hopes and desires.

  Is this real? Am I dreaming?

  Brandon leaned in and kissed me on the lips. His mouth was searching, insistent. I kissed him back, my heart bursting with joy, but yet too stunned to believe.

  He pulled away. "What's wrong? What are you thinking? Wasn't it good for you?"

  I held his cheeks in my palms, still breathless, tears streaming down my face. "No," I said, shaking my head, trying to find my words. "It's not that. It's just that ... it felt perfect. Just right. I just can't believe—"

  "Believe it," he said, taking my hands in his. He stood up, pulling me up with him. "Come on," he said.

  "What? Right now? Already?" I felt like I was in a daze.

  "As many times as we can before we have to leave. And then as often as we can after."

  My heart began to race. I could feel my body preparing itself, getting ready to receive him. My palms were sweating, my knees weak, my nipples hard.

  "But what about—?"

  "Who cares about them?" he said, almost angry. "All I care about is us. Just us. The rest of them? Well, they can think what they want."

  "But I'm your sister."

  "Yes," he said. "And I'm your brother. I love you. I always have."

  And with that, he pulled me into the tent.

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  What’s a girl to do when she’s living at home and raging with hormones — especially if she’s been caught with a bag full of suspicious-looking green stuff? If you’re Hailey¸ you do what you have to do to keep people quiet — even if it means indulging in shocking and risky behavior with someone you shouldn’t!

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  About the Author

  I'm an erotica author with an overactive imagination. I've always been a big nerd and love reading big fat books, especially YA, fantasy, science fiction, and horror. Now I spend all of my time dreaming up stories about people that are much more adventurous than myself doing things that I would never, ever do in a million years.

  Relax, mom, it's just pretend. :)

  I'm always interested in hearing what you have to say and welcome suggestions. You can contact me at cleakinderton@hotmail.com.

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