Liam's eyed were suddenly wide, and he looked from Sophie to me, then back again. His erection wilted before our eyes and he suddenly looked ill. "Sophie... I thought she was you..."
Sophie shook her head in disbelief, lost for words. She took an unsteady step backwards towards the door, "Liam... I won't tell anyone... but I have to go. I feel sick..." She turned and bolted from the room, white as a sheet. Allie heard her footsteps as she ran down the stairs and through the hall, then the front door opened and slammed.
Allie watched as Liam's shoulders sagged and he put his hands over his face in despair. She felt numb, trying to comprehend what they had just done. She felt his shame and tears pricked the corner of her eyes as she started to cry.
At the sound of her sobs, Liam looked up. He rushed over, kneeling beside her and putting an arm around her shoulders. He pulled her to him and resting his chin on top of her head, "Hey, Allie. It'll be alright. It was just a mistake... it wasn't our fault." Allie sniffled, wiping her eyes with the back of her hands. She pulled her knees up to her chest and wrapped her arms around them, "This is so typical..." she sighed sadly.
Liam's eyebrows drew in with confusion, "What do you mean?". Allie was silent for a moment, then replied in a shaky voice, "The best sex I've ever had... and it was with my brother."
There was a pause, her words hanging in the air like smoke. The pair of them, brother and sister, sitting on the bathroom floor completely naked, wrapped in a comforting embrace.
"The best sex you've ever had, eh?" Liam repeated, sounding amused. Allie looked up, and was surprised to her an amused smile on his face. She scooted away from him a little, "Yeah... I shouldn't have said that... we shouldn't have..." She was interrupted mid sentence by Liam's confession, "It was the best I've ever had too."
"How many girls have you slept with?" Allie asked curiously.
"Only two. My first girlfriend, Mimi, when I was fifteen. And Sophie, more recently... what about you?"