Prologue
I never imagined that I would be in the position I am in right now - in a church confessional, making out with my sister's boyfriend.
His arms around my waist, his hands around my neck...there was always something about him that just mesmerized me. No matter how many guys Audrey had brought home, he was the one I wanted to stay. God, I'm such a horrible person. God made me better than this. But the way his lips trace on my neck has me feeling so wet down below, I'm forgetting all about my faith. His tattooed hand traces underneath my bra, feeling my breast, and I moan quietly.
"Quiet, Clemmy. You wouldn't want God to hear you getting touched by your sister's boyfriend," he whispers in my ear as he kisses my neck even more, making him groan as I pull on the back of his hair.
I tighten my legs around his waist and I feel suffocated as I can't breathe. He is making me feel something- I'm red in the face and my region down below is pulsating like never before.
Oh Lord, I hope she can forgive me. But really, I hope I can forgive myself.
