He rejects me

Kyle is going to give in to me. I know it. I just know he will. Is dick feels so hot against my pussy. He must be dying with desire to just slide it right into me. He places his hands on me. Yes, Kyle. Lift my hips so you can sheath your dick into my pussy. And then … he pushes me onto a large portion of empty sofa right next him.

“We’re cousins, Athena!” Kyle yells at me. “What you’re suggesting is ****!”

Wha? Kyle? What are you doing?

Kyle gets off the sofa and reaches for his clothes.

I get off the sofa as well and chase after him.

“That doesn’t matter to me.” I say. “I care about you, Kyle. I love you.”

“Biology cares!” Kyle yells at me. “Society cares! Your dad cares! How will I be able to face him again after I defile his only daughter!”

“I don’t care about my parents. I care about you. Let me love you.” I beg.

But Kyle refuses to listen and escapes with his clothes to the room he’s staying in. HE slams the door closed behind him but that won’t stop me. I grab the door knob and push to join Kyle in his room. Except the door refuses to open. No, no, no, no, no, this wasn’t supposed to happen like this. We should be happy and fucking. Not locked away from each other. I keep trying to open the door while calling Kyle’s name and I bangs on the door and I’m begging him to let me inside. I just want to talk to you, Kyle. Please, let me explain to you how much I truly love you. My love for you is real, Kyle. But no matter how much I plead, I get no response from Kyle.

“Kyle, no. Don’t do this to me.” I think as I start crying.

But eventually my voice starts to hurt. I have no other choice but to stop. I step away from his door, fall onto my knees and cry even more. I messed up. Everything was going so well and then I tried to **** him. I ruined everything.

Once I’m done crying, I head to the bathroom. I clean off my make-up. I only put it on to seduce Kyle anyways, so it doesn’t serve its purpose any more. I then head down and continue wailing in my misery.

After a while I feel myself getting hungry. Kyle must be getting hungry too. I make some food for both of us. Then I head back to Kyle’s room and knock on his door.

“Kyle, it’s 6 pm. It’s time for dinner. Just come out already. I’m sorry.”

After that I head back down and eat dinner while waiting for Kyle to come. I wait 10 minutes, 30 minutes, a full hour. But he doesn’t come.

When it’s 7 pm I take his plate and bring it up to his room.

I knock on his door again and say, “Kyle. I’ve put your dinner in front of the door. Please eat something, ok? I love you.”

I then go and hide into my room. If Kyle is that insistent on locking himself up, then he must really not want to see me. I am such an idiot. I throw myself onto my bed and start crying. Eventually, I cry myself to sleep.