Cross the line of no return.

Usher in your mighty manhood

that spirals and turns

like a lusty voluminous snake.

Come into my burning forest,

consume me

light me with flaming matches

of sizzling passion.

Thread my desire

with strong bindings,

mount me like a sinewy stallion

arc into me like a winter gale.

I dare you to meld into my soul

and taste my ambrosia,

spread out before you

in a sensuous banquet.

"I dare you." Red lips smirking.

Tormenting him for years with her silver laugh. Her young body blossoming as if he'd commanded it. At 6, the dare was a skateboard; at 16, a joint.

Now, he was grown.

Grabbing her waist forcefully, pulling her close. Soft curves mashing against his lanky frame. Big hands, spanning the width of her hips, pulling her skirt up.

Thighs parting obligingly. Calloused fingers tearing nylons, sliding easily inside. Head thrown back, breasts offered to open lips.

Dropping her suddenly, vindication as understanding dawns.

"Never again," he spat viciously.

His stepsister laughed knowingly.

"Liar!"