"It's not much," he told her. "But I thought it was pretty and you're pretty so.. you should have pretty things. Better things next year, too. Prettier things once I get a better job and save up a little more. I swear." He felt awful that he couldn't provide for Maisie the way he wanted. Hell, she deserved the stars and the moon, not some cheap ring he found for a few sickles.
Looking at the ring on he finger, Alfie felt his heart lurch. One day there was going to be a wedding ring there when some man came along and realized how amazing she was. Alfie already knew he'd hate the man who stole his sister's heart. But for now, he had her to himself. ... in his bed... in just her shirt and knickers and .. dammit.
"Maisie," he said quietly.. "I.." Alfie was impulsive at times, especially when his emotions got the best of him. And right there, inthat moment, his nerves and emotions were going crazy. He stared at his sister for a long moment, thinking about how pretty she looked, how soft and gentle and delicious and his own urges were begging him to reach out for her. Fighting against them was proving a losing battle.
So, he surrendered.
"Fuck it," he muttered before leaning forward and pushing Maisie down gently against the bed. Without giving either of them a second to come to their sense, Alfie leaned over and captured his sister's lips in a hard, fast kiss. The moment he tasted her, the dam within Alfie broke and he groaned, hardening to his full length. His hands began to move under her shirt, moving up to grab her breasts quickly, squeezing them harder than he intended to, but incapable of stopping himself. He'd been dreaming of this for so long, holding back from what he wanted. He couldn't stop now.