Breakup

Sad as it is, this was love... Wonderful as it is, it will remain love—the love of a brother and sister.

For about two years after the events described in the first story, Marina and I met as a couple and kept our relationship a secret from everyone. It's an indescribable, immense feeling of true happiness when the girl you love, who loves and understands you perfectly, is by your side.

During all that time, we talked about many things, allowed ourselves much, and experienced a lot. But we never once broached the subject of us being relatives...

Once, we had sex in a fitting room. It was winter, and Marina was trying on jeans and various tops. We had already talked about having sex in unusual places, and the idea appealed to her. And then, at one point, I noticed we were out of sight of the people in the store. I brought Marina a few more items and went in myself.

She was just taking off her jeans and was left in only red lingerie. I approached from behind, wrapped my arms around her waist, and kissed her shoulder. Then her neck; she smiled, understanding what I had in mind. I wanted to caress her. I kissed her lips, moved lower, nuzzled the hollow between her breasts with my lips...

I ran my hand down her stomach, knelt down, and moved her panties aside. She threw her leg over my shoulder, and I pressed my lips to her juicy pussy, teasing her clit with my tongue. I didn't even have time to get scared and think that someone might walk in at that moment. Marina could barely hold back her moans, grabbing my hair, and I kept going.

After playing enough, I stood up, turned my beloved away from me, and threw her coat over her (just in case, I thought). I took my cock out of my fly, aimed, and thrust it sharply into her pussy. I was already feeling overexcited, probably the setting played its part. As the peak approached, I slightly sped up the pace and even gave her a couple of spanks on the ass, gently stroked her face. Then I turned her around again, and she squatted down to gather all my seed in her mouth. When I left the fitting room, I almost bumped into one of the saleswomen and managed to catch her disapproving smile.

Completely untimely, during my first year at university, I ended up in the hospital with appendicitis. The exam session was just ending, and exams were looming. Marina also needed to prepare for her exams, though they were her final school ones. She even decided to skip her school's last bell ceremony to be with me, although I tried to persuade her to go to school. Since my mom was working, Marina definitely spent more time with me than anyone else. This despite me living in the Moscow suburbs and her in the city itself.

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Fortunately, I recovered quickly from the surgery and managed to prepare well for my exams. Marina was also in the thick of her preparation and exams. Naturally, we hardly saw each other during that time, for about a month. Of course, we called each other, and of course, secretly.) But I still missed her.

And then one day, after all the sessions had successfully concluded, we met. First thing, I took her hands and kissed them, then hugged her and held her for a long time. We went to our favorite park; the weather was wonderful. I gave her a necklace with a pendant bearing our initials. And I seemed to give her a reason, as the initials were similar. For some reason, Marina was sad that evening and brought up our familial ties, that everything happening between us wasn't quite right, and whether we had a future. And I, having missed her terribly, didn't want to have this conversation. "We're so good together! I don't want to change anything." Marina didn't argue. Probably in vain...

Sometime in early August, my uncle, Marina's father, stopped by. And I accidentally overheard in their conversation with my mom that Marina was flying to London the next day to study. It felt like I'd been hit over the head with a club. Only after about five minutes did I call and say I'd come over to her place. When I arrived, she said we couldn't talk at her house because her mom had returned a bit earlier than planned.

As luck would have it, it started to rain, but I didn't care. I wanted to sort everything out. Marina didn't quite understand what was wrong with me, but, perhaps sensing something, agreed to go for a walk. As soon as we stepped out and turned the corner, I confronted her with the words:

— Were you planning to tell me you're flying to London, or would you have sent a telegram from there? Well, why are you silent?

— I'm sorry, I was scared and embarrassed. I was afraid you wouldn't understand me. There are more prospects there in terms of studies, and later work, and...

— Ah...! So you're saying you're leaving for good?! Without saying goodbye, nothing more?

At that moment, I wanted the raindrops to be her tears, I wanted to see that she was at least upset. But the downpour washed everything away, and I was on edge and continued:

— And that's why you talked about our family ties then?! You wanted to blame it all on that and quietly break up, right? Or maybe you just got scared and decided to run far away!? And anyway, why did you choose London?

— But it's King's College, one of the best in the world! You know how I feel about my education and potential career! — Marina involuntarily raised her voice.

— And what about me, what about us? I can't be happy without you... I moved closer to her.

But Marina stepped back herself:

— There won't be an 'us'! We're brother and sister, why don't you think about that?!... Her voice trembled. "I love you very much, but understand, you want to be happy, and I do too, and practically the whole spectrum of happiness lies in family. And I can't give that to you, unfortunately... Because all this is wrong."

I didn't know what to say to her. A lump rose in my throat...

— You should have told me you were flying to another country. And who knows when you'll be back, or if you'll be back at all...

— I'll definitely come back for the holidays...

— Ahaha... Yeah, right, just what I need... I still don't think I'll be happy without you, sorry. Although... Now I'm not even sure about that. So I'd better go...

I turned around specifically for etales.ru and walked away, barely hearing Marina's apologies through the rain.

You know, before, when I used to watch melodramas or dramas, I always thought and asked myself: how can love, parting, or other feelings cause physical pain. After all, they don't hit, they don't shoot, there's nothing material that injures you. And I thought that, unfortunately or fortunately, this wouldn't happen to me. But that evening, I felt pain. As if it had crept up unnoticed and carefully pierced my heart with a knife. The most unpleasant thing was that I was angry at Marina, and I shouldn't have been.

And I had never truly cried in my conscious life, but here tears just flowed. Because, by and large, she was right. But she was my greatest happiness; I didn't want to lose that feeling. It became unbearable, anger began to surge through the tears, and I couldn't even scream because my mom was home.

When the torrent of tears and emotions subsided, and reason began to prevail, I suddenly remembered a book I had once read—"The Art of Loving"—and the words that love is, first and foremost, work. I thought about how hard it must be for Marina too, and realized I had no right to be angry with her, that I had to do everything for her happiness and peace, because I love her. Besides, I didn't want to part with her like that.

But the next day, it was still hard to pull myself together and go to the airport to see her off. You think it's like going for some painful surgery, and at the same time, you understand how stupid that is. But your legs still won't move. Luckily, my mom and sister were with me; I had to go.

Marina and her father were waiting for us after check-in; there wasn't much time. After my mom and Dasha said goodbye to Marina, it was my turn.

I allowed myself to lead her just a little bit aside. I held my beloved's hand and looked down at my feet, trying to gather my thoughts. I actually just wanted to cry, but then I saw Marina's eyes. They were filled with tears, and I was paralyzed for a moment. The entire airport with its people disappeared, sounds became muffled. Only her beautiful eyes remained...

Only by force of will could I return to reality. And I didn't allow myself to cry. I don't know why, perhaps to make it easier for Marina, or so our parents wouldn't think anything of it. Looking into her eyes, I asked for her forgiveness. Then I hugged her gently and whispered: "Everything is okay between us, and everything will be fine. And I will always love you." In response, she kissed me on the cheek, as usual, lightly grabbed the hair on the back of my head, and whispered... I hugged her tightly one more time, and she, smiling sadly, walked away.