Sisters' Secret

I made a pot of tea and set it down on the coffee table in front of the couch along with two tea cups. I sat down beside Asha and poured the tea into her cup, then mine. We each took a small sip and then set them back down on the table. Asha still had that anxious expression and she was being unusually quiet. I moved a little closer to her.

"Are you sure everything is OK?" I asked.

"Yes," she replied, then, "No, not really."

"What's wrong?"

"Have you ever had to keep a secret because you were afraid of hurting someone you love even if it felt like that secret was killing you?"

"I think I can understand."

"What would you do?"

"I think that, if you really love that someone, you have to be honest with them, even if it hurts them."

"Devon . . ."

And just like that, we were kissing. I can't say who made the first move. I can't really remember because it happened so quickly. One moment, Asha was saying my name, and the next our lips were pressed hard against one another's. There was no nervous hesitation, no tentative brushing of lips, or even longing glances into one another's eyes. We simply dove into one another's kiss without so much as a deep breath.

My right arm curled around the back of Asha's neck and my hand buried itself in her soft, luxurious hair. My other hand rested on her hip. Her hands came up under my arms and pulled at my shoulders, pulling me closer to her. Soon, we were in a fierce embrace. The heat from her body was blazing in its intensity, but the warmth of her flesh was as intoxicating as the taste of her mouth.

Asha swung her leg over my thighs and she was now sitting on my lap, facing me. At last, we had that longing gaze into each other's eyes. Neither of us spoke, but there was no need for words. I knew by the passion with which she had been kissing me that Asha felt the same way about me that I felt about her. Her passion was unmistakable because it was the same as my own.