The Broken Pieces of One’s Heart

Heather rested her hand on my chest, looking up into my sad eyes. My shattered, broken heart pounded, trying to reach her hand's touch through the barrier of my cotton shirt. A shirt that felt scratchy now.

Heather and I already past the point of no return now. There was no going back from this. My heart was still a broken mess. She was not going to keep that from finally getting what she now wanted.

A part of me, that mostly died ages ago, laughed at the irony of the moment. That part of me would have killed to have Heather wanting me like this then. Then, she was always a tease to the senses, but always was on another's arm.

Was she only attracted to broken things? Or perhaps she was only attracted to those as broken as she was. It didn't matter. We were past the point of no return. Her other hand stroking the bulge in my pants was proof enough that I wasn't going to back out. The wanton, yet cautious look in her eyes was enough proof that she wasn't going to.

Her hand on my chest started to unbutton my shirt, I trembled. For some reason that made her smile. Whenever I trembled with Lisa, she always asked if I was ok. She always found it odd I trembled when I was extremely aroused when we were together. When she still loved me.

Heather's fingers dipped into my opened shirt. Her finger tips were soft and warm and stirred something alive that I haven't felt in ages. It was different from Lisa's touch. Not better or worse. I closed my eyes, sighing and trying to savor the moment.

My memories take me back to a long ago time, the only time that Heather and I made out. Her a drunken, broken-hearted mess. Me, too smitten with her to take the noble road and be the reliable shoulder to cry on. In the moment, she wanted more than my shoulder. On the one hand, it was what I always wanted. To have her in my arms. In the other, it left a bitter taste knowing I was a means to an end. She stopped things before I could round third base. She wanted a fuck and my foolish heart was still lusting for love.

I unzipped her skirt and watch it fall to the ground, watching it caress her bare, shapely legs all the way down. I needed her. I wanted her. Even if to only numb the feeling of my broken heart. I pulled her blouse over her head with more urgency, forcing a break in connection with her hands wandering touches.

Before her blouse met the same fate as her discarded skirt, Heather ripped my shirt opened the rest of the way and began to work my belt.

I slipped my hand into her panties. She was hot and wet. Wetter than Lisa ever was. I felt a pang of shame in thinking that. Yet, I felt an excitement I never thought I would have as well.

Heather hissed through her teeth, looking at with in a wanton glare. Forcing my pants and boxers down in one joined attempted. She smiled seeing my physical lust pop free from its confines. Yes, there was no turning back. She unclasped her laced bra, gyrated her shoulders, and it fell dead to the floor, her breast popping free, still lovely after all of these years from my grasp. I slid my finger inside of her, and she hissed out a, "Fuck!"

It was brutal, but it reached the only part of me that was still living. The only part of me that had a chance to bring the rest of my shattered soul alive. She pulled my hand free and smiled. I brought my soaked fingers to my lips. She shimmied out of her panties, now naked as the day she was born. Her smile took a wicked turn and turned her back to me. She crawled on the bed still facing away from me.

I entered her and we final fucked. Her mouth spilled filth to drive me deeper. Her language plucked at my buried lust like water to parched lips.

She was heaven and hell all rolled up in one, and for the first time in ages I felt more than just a dead man walking.

Her orgasm was a force of nature. Not only did I completely savor it, it forced mine more violently from my body than Lisa ever did. Heather collapsed on the bed laughing in bliss, as if she broke in a mustang. She grabbed my hand and pulled me to join her completely on the bed. She kissed me hard and deep. Lisa never liked kissing this way. I returned it in earnest.

Heather's hand returned to my sex, the tough was like lightning now. Fingers dancing over me enjoying my reaction.

"You don't have to say it, but I can tell baby, no matter how much you loved my silly sister, you love fucking me more."

I didn't say anything.

"The two of you were doomed from the start. I tried to warn you. She never would have fit with you. She never could get you."

Heather climbed on top of me and started grinding against me.

"She loved only half of you..."

Heather slid me in and started to ride me.

"She loved that you were safe and sweet, but she never hungered for you."

Heather bounced on me, I let myself get lost in her.

"I always will, even if all she left me of you is your broken heart."

Heather suddenly stopped. Looked down at me and whispered, "Keep lusting for me baby, and perhaps both of our broken hearts might stumble into love again."

Heather started riding me again, continuing us on the path of no return. There was no happy ending once Lisa found out we were lovers. Lisa and Heather were always rivals though. Always wanting what the other had.

I let myself get lost in Heather, letting her words sink in, letting her flesh sink in, and feeling my lust slowly start to stitch two fragments of my heart together again. Knowing Heather was right on all counts. It stung as much as it thrilled me.

Yet, once Lisa found out, even though she cheated on me and tossed me aside, there was going to be a storm to face.

In the moment though, I barely cared. In the next moment the only thing that mattered was Heather and our shared lust and in her strange way, slowly bringing me back to life. I suddenly realized my missed opportunity with Heather so long ago she needed me to bring her back to life that night, in this very way. Perhaps if I did, her silly sister would have never had a chance to break my heart in the first place.