EXAMS = HECTICNESS. HECTICNESS = BUSY. BUSY = NO TIME FOR WRITING.

Case closed. Second semester starts soon, but I have to get through my history and math exams first. I may very well be dead by next week.

Isabelle's skin is smooth and her mouth is hot and her hands on his skin are cold and her breathing is jagged and her voice in his ear, Alecalecalec, is making goosebumps erupt all over his body, and he wants her he wants her he wants her, and his name coming from her mouth makes him moan.

Alecalecalec, she whispers, her lips moving to his neck, whispers of kisses that drive him mad and make him grip her tighter. She kisses a spot on his collarbone, sucking and nipping lightly at the skin, and his eyes roll up in the back of his head, Alecalecalec and Isabelleisabelleisabelle.

Alec knows it's not wrong to love his sister. It's the way he loves her that's the problem.