Debbie.
He spread my thighs further, my shirt curled up in a small pile below my abdomen.
Then, I saw him leaning down.
Wait, was he—
“Stop,” I said before I could register the word.
He paused, arching his brow questioningly.
“I… I… I don't think I want us to… uhm, that's…” I stuttered, unable to form a perfect sentence because… how do I tell him I didn't want to do that because I had never done that?
But it was like he was reading my mind.
“You've never done this, have you?” he asked, eyes slightly wide.
I shook my head.
His brows arched in surprise. “You've never been given head?”
I swallowed, a shameful lump in my throat that came with this awkward discussion I was having with my brother-in-law.
“No,” I whispered.
“Damn…” I muttered, looking intensely at my pathetic self.
