Crossing a line.

Before she realized that she had moved, Beth found herself sitting next to Kyle, gripping his hand with both of hers. "I'm so sorry."
"No, I'm sorry." Kyle wiped away tears with the back of his hand. "We only just met, and I'm laying this heavy shit on you." He glanced up at the clock. "You should get going..."
Beth stared into his gorgeous eyes. They were lighter than Brian's: almost grey, and despite his efforts to be tough, they were welling up again. "It's okay. Thank you for trusting me."
"I mean, besides the Marine shrink, I haven't really talked to anyone about it... not my parents, not Brian. Doc said it's survivor's guilt. I blame myself because I'm alive and they're not." He gave a chuckle with no mirth in it. "Yeah, I'd say that fucking nails it." He blinked, and looked sheepishly at her. "Sorry."
"Yeah, you should be. I've never heard the word "fuck," before." She was pleased when his chuckle was sincere this time.
"Right."
{if@ Shame > 29
}"I don't know anything about what you've gone through, but I do know one thing: it's not your fault." She was rubbing his arm now. Mmmm.....strong...
"I know that." his voice was quiet, and he was avoiding her gaze.
"I mean it."
"Okay, Robin Williams. I get it." He smiled again, though it was weak. "This is not how I wanted this to go."
Beth stared into his sad eyes, and drank in his gorgeous face. I want to see you smile again... Without thinking, she{else
}He's so ****. So open... I could just...I could kiss him. He's got nice lips. It took only a moment for thought to become action. Beth {endif
} climbed into his lap, took his face in her hands, and began kissing her future brother-in-law.

{if Shame > 69
}WHAT ARE YOU DOING!? What....Oh God, he tastes delicious... {elseif@ Shame > 49
}What am I doing? Why aren't I stopping? {elseif Shame > 29
}Fuck....this is bad, but it feels so good...
{Wow. It didn't take you very long to stick your tongue into his mouth, did you? And you pretend you aren't {if History > 0
}still {endif
}a slut?{endif
}
At first, Kyle seemed stunned, but after a second his male instincts kicked in. His hands spread out across her back, and he returned the kiss with intention. It seemed to last an eternity, but after a few seconds, Kyle broke the kiss.
"God damn, Beth! What are you doing?" He held her at arms length, though she was still straddling his lap. The tell-tale bulge of his cock was making itself known against her ass.
{if@ Shame> 29
}
"I..." Beth couldn't form words. She had no explanation that would make sense to Kyle. I have needs that aren't being met? He's just so fucking hot that I couldn't help it? "I didn't want you to be sad anymore." Yeah, that makes a ton of fucking sense, Beth.
"Wha- well..." Kyle swallowed. She could feel his growing erection as it shifted upwards, and she barely resisted the urge to grind against it. Fuck...it feels big...
"I'm not sure kissing my future sister-in-law is going to make me happy, exactly."
"Was I bad at it?" Beth thought Kyle's eyes were going to come out of his head.
"Bad....? Beth, even if you were, which you aren't, I haven't even touched a woman in six months that wasn't in uniform." His hands were resting on her {if Dat Ass = 1
}ample {endif
}hips now, and she felt a thrill at the strength in his fingers. "You're getting married. To my BROTHER!" He sounded a little scandalized. "What the fuck?" {else
}I have needs, big boy. Needs you can meet easily, I'm sure. Beth's smile was predatory. "I didn't like seeing you so sad..." she traced a finger between his pecs. "I thought maybe if I kissed you, you wouldn't be so sad anymore..."
"You're getting married. To my BROTHER!" He sounded a little scandalized. "What the fuck?" {endif
}