Lemyra Green

>"Uh... Lyra, c-c-could you, maybe, s-sit on my face, y-you know, if you'd like to..."
> "What!?"
> "I-Uh I mean-"
> "Lemy! I cannot believe you would say that too me. What has gotten into you?"
> "Im sorry sis, ive just been feeling off for a while. I didnt mean it."
> "I doubt that. You've been staring at me for a half hour."
> "uh.. n-no i havent."
> "Now dont you start lying to me again."
> "Im Not! i just- I just dont know what to do these weird thoughts."
> Lyra closes her books and sits on his bed.
> Lemy shrunk down in front of her.
> "You dont need to be ashamed. These kind of sinful feelings manifest as you get older. I just didnt expect it to happen this soon."
> "I just want to turn it off. Especially if it just ends up scaring you off."
> "Nothing you do would ever make me leave you."
> "Thanks. But I still dont know what the hell-"
> "Language."
> "Heck, im supposed to do with all these thoughts running through my head?"
> "Well there's a very simple way."
> "What? Jesus?"
> "Well thats one option, but then again."
> Lemy watches bug eyed as Lyra stands up and pulls down her jeans. Putting a hand on her bare ass as she looks back down at him.
> "We can't expect God to do all the work?"
---
> "Lyra, can you come here for a minute?"
> lyra walks into Lincolns former room now private work studio.
> He noticed she looked a little flustered adjusting her shirt.
> "You alright?"
> "Me, oh no im fine. I was just in the middle of... Something."
> "Uh huh." He looked her over, the second his eyes met hers she looked away.
> "Did you need for something?"
> "Yeah, I need to pick up Lacy from practice. I got swamped with some extra work. You dont mind right?"
> "No. Not at all. I needed to get out of the house for minute." Lyra turned to leave.
> "Afterall that screaming I imagine you would."
> He turned his chair to face her. But she didnt move.
> "Lyra. Turn around."
> She slowly faced him, refusing to look him in the eye.
> "Well?"
> "I... I just.. I dont regret it."
> "Really?"
> "I know its wrong. I know im a hyprocite because of this. But I dont feel, ashamed."
> Lincoln got up from his chair. She braced herself. But felt his arms wrap around her in warm embrace.
> "Dad?"
> "Thank god. I was honestly wondering how long you were going to last?"
> "W-what?"
> "Like I knew you were close to him. But I thought you'd do it when he was in highschool or when both moved out of the house. But good on you for jumping ahead of the curve.
> Lyra just stood there confused by the fact she wasnt being scolded. Or worse.
> "Whats with the look?"
> "Im just having a bit of moral crisis at the moment can you just please ground me or something."
> "Why? Im not mad?"
> "Just please ground me."
> "Um alright you're grounded."
> "For three months."
> "Three months? That a bit mu-"
> "Three Months! To my room. Lemy too."
> "Shouldnt I be the one to ground him? Wait, why am i grounding him?"
> "Reasons. Im gonna go pick up Lacy?"
> "Lyra."
> She was stopped from leaving again.
> "Yes?"
> "Just try to be quiet next time."
> "...okay."
> She quickly left the room leaving Lincoln slumped into his chair.
> "Hopefully this'll will get that stick out of her ass."
---
> It had been 2 weeks since Lyra and Lemy had, well consummated their relationship.
> She would tell herself it was just a moment of weakness. Just sharing an essence of pent up frustration between her and Lemy.
> Something that would never be repeated.
> But by the Eighth time, she admitted she just loved the feel of his dick jammed up her cooter.
> Not out loud of course. They had put soundproof padding in their room to fix that.
> But sometimes when the lust had been thoroughly bucked out of her she would have a moment of doubt.
> She had betrayed her year's faith for a moment of passion, taken her brother innocence and had made him addicted to her touch. She had become just a sinful as her parents before her. And she expected swift retribution.
> But nothing came.
> Well something came, but it wasn't Retribution, it was swift though.
.> Lyra smacked herself in the head, dear lord her mind had gone to the gutter. And it was deep in there.
> Though not as deep as- NO! no. She was better then that.
> Despite that her life had honestly improved.
> She was much more social with her family and friends, things like to keep things prim and proper didn't seem to matter as much, she still kept that iron grip, because you always need someone to be the stable one.
> Even that krink in her back had disappeared.
> And despite her new transgressions, her family was too damn accepting.
> She except some back talk or someone to spit back "Oh Lyra, you're no better than the rest of us." But no, nothing but disturbingly open approval.
> Her sisters gave them their space and support,
> Their father would pull Lemy aside for guy advice, whatever that was?
> And her aunts, oh god, her aunts would never stop with the "helpful tips."
> Though, that didn't mean she didn't use some of the good ones.
> Her happiness was fleeting though because that's when her thoughts fell back on her faith.
> Her devotion to the lord was unquestionable.
> Believing in the almighty, believing in his wrath.
> Knowing that when the day came she would join her kin in the pits of hell to suffer for her hubris.
> Even laying her bed, she could feel god judgemental eyes looking down upon her in disdain and disgust.
> Just crushing her down.
> There was no going back, there was a do-over. She doubts even if she didn't have a second chance she'd slip up again and maybe even worse.
> Was all this happiness just a fleeting sense of adapting to her new way of life?
> Was it even a real life to live.
> What if she just left. Left it all behind
> Started a new life and tried to do more make up for all the wrongs she's done and then maybe, maybe she would be forgiven.
> Her mind was too seeped in lust to think straight.
> It had warped her senses and turned her away from the light.
> It wouldn't be hard to leave, she could just pack up what she needed to get the money she had saved up and found herself again.
> Make it all right.
> It would be best for everyone.
> "Lyra." She was brought back to reality by a soft voice standing next to her bed. Even in the dark, she could see the worry in his small blue eyes beneath his unkempt hair. "You okay? You talk in your sleep?"
> Her plans fell away, all her thoughts vanished as the one thing that would ruin it all stood in front of her.
> If she left.
> She would have to leave him behind.
---
> "It's fine, I'm fine. Just go back to bed." She turned away from him but knew he was still there.
> "Hey, do you mind if we-"
> "Not tonight." She said harsher then she meant to.
> "I didn't mean that!" Lemy calmed himself down. " I just wanted to sleep in your bed tonight."
> Lyra didn't say a word as she pulled back to cover and he climbed into bed with her. She shivered a bit at the touch of his grazing against here, only to miss it he inched away from her.
> "Hey Lyra."
> "Yes. Lemy."
> "Your not gonna leave are you."
> "....no."
> "I'm sorry."
> "It's not your fault."
> "Bullshit-" He waited for her to scold him but said nothing. "The whole reason were like this is because of me."
> "Lemy-"
> "Would you just let me own up to it." She didn't say a word. "Your one of the best people I know. You're talented, your kind, you sometimes act like you're above it all but your above it all but it's only because you want everyone to be better. You want me to be better.. But I just brought you down."
> Lyra didn't move an inch.
> "If you want to go, I won't take it personally. You got a lot of chances out there, a lot of good you could do. You don't need to stay just because of all of this. I mean we'll be fine."
> Despite his words, she could hear the cracks.
> "So do what you gotta do." She rolled over to face him, his eyes staring straight up at the ceiling. "I just want you to know, that I love you Lyra."
> She wrapped her arms around him and rested his head on her chest, feeling the warm tears on her skin, Lyra lifted Lemy's head up and gave him a small loving kiss on his forehead before looking into his eyes,
> So he could her tears too.
> "If you really wanted me to go, you shouldn't have told me that."