I turned off the car and the engine

I turned off the car and the engine ticked in the answering silence. Beside me, Hanna was asleep, her head resting away from me and against the passenger window. We were parked in front of the Bergstrom family home on the outskirts of Boston, which featured a wide, white porch wrapping around clean brick. The front windows were framed by navy shutters and inside could be seen the hint of heavy cream curtains. The house was large, and beautiful, and held so many of my own memories I couldn’t even imagine what it was like for Hanna to come back here.
I hadn’t been here in a couple of years, not since I’d visited with Jensen for a random summer weekend to catch up with his folks. None of the other kids had been there. It was quiet and relaxing, and we’d spent most of the weekend on the back veranda, sipping gin-and-tonics and reading. But now I was parked in front of the house, sitting next to my friend’s sister, who had given me two rounds of stellar car head, the last one ending less than an hour ago with my hands white-knuckling the steering wheel and my cock so deep in her throat I could feel her swallowing when I came. She really was a natural with the oral skills. She thought she needed further instruction, and I was happy to keep up the ruse long enough for her to practice on me a few more times.
In the city, enmeshed in our day-to-day lives, it was easy to forget the Jensen connection, the family connection. The they’d-all-kill-me-if-they-knew-what-we-were-doing connection. I’d been blindsided when she’d brought up Liv because it had felt like such ancient history. But I would be faced with all of that this weekend: my brief history as Liv’s former flame, as Jensen’s best friend, as Johan’s intern. And I would have to face all of that while trying to hide my infatuation with Hanna.
I put my hand on her shoulder, shaking gently. “Hanna.”
She startled a little, but the first thing she saw when she opened her eyes was me. She was groggy and not quite conscious but she smiled as if looking at her favorite thing in the world, and murmured, “Mmmm, hey, you.”
And, with that reaction, my heart exploded. “Hey, Plum.”
She smiled shyly, turning her head to look out her window as she stretched. When she saw where we’d parked, she startled a little, sitting up straighter, looking around. “Oh! We’re here.”
“We’re here.”
When she turned back to me, her eyes looked mildly panicked. “It’s going to be weird, isn’t it? I’m going to be staring at your button fly and Jensen will see me staring at your button fly and then you’ll check out my chest and someone will see that, too! What if I touch you? Or”—her eyes went wide—“what if I kiss you?”
Her impending little freak-out calmed me immeasurably. Only one of us was allowed to feel weird at a time.
I shook my head, telling her, “It’s going to be fine. We’re here as friends. We’re visiting your family as friends. There will be no public dick appreciation, and no public breast admiration. I didn’t even pack another pair of button flies. Deal?”
“Deal,” she repeated woodenly. “Just friends.”
“Because that’s what we are,” I reminded her, ignoring the organ inside my chest that twisted as I said this.
Straightening, she nodded and reached for her door handle, chirping, “Friends! Friends visiting my house for Easter! We’re going to see your old friend, my big brother! Thanks for driving me up here from New York, friend Will my friend!”
She laughed as she got out of the car and walked around to get her bag from the trunk.
“Hanna, calm down,” I whispered, placing a soothing hand on her lower back. I felt my eyes move down her neck and settle on her breasts. “Don’t be a lunatic.”
“Eyes up here, William. Best start now.”
Laughing, I whispered, “I’ll try.”
“Me, too.” With a little wink, she whispered, “And remember to call me Ziggy.”

Hasil (Bahasa Indonesia) 1:

Aku mematikan mobil dan mesin berdetak dalam keheningan menjawab. Di samping saya, Hanna sedang tidur, kepala beristirahat dari saya dan melawan jendela penumpang. Kami diparkir di depan rumah keluarga Bergstrom di pinggiran kota Boston, yang menampilkan pembungkus Serambi yang lebar, putih di sekitar bersih bata. Jendela depan yang dibingkai oleh Angkatan Laut jendela dan dalam dapat melihat tanda-tanda tirai krim berat. Rumah besar dan indah, dan memegang begitu banyak kenangan saya sendiri aku bahkan tidak bisa membayangkan bagaimana rasanya untuk Hanna untuk datang kembali ke sini.Aku tidak berada di sini dalam beberapa tahun, bukan karena saya telah mengunjungi Jensen untuk akhir pekan musim panas acak untuk mengejar ketinggalan dengan orang-orang nya. Tak satu pun dari anak-anak lain sudah ada. Itu tenang dan santai, dan kami telah menghabiskan sebagian besar akhir pekan di Beranda kembali, menyesap gin dan tonik dan membaca. Tapi sekarang saya diparkir di depan rumah, duduk di sebelah adik teman saya, yang telah memberi saya dua putaran stellar mobil kepala, kurang dari satu jam yang lalu dengan tangan saya putih-knuckling kemudi akhir terakhir dan ayam saya begitu dalam di tenggorokan aku bisa merasakan dia menelan ketika saya datang. Dia benar-benar adalah alami dengan keterampilan lisan. Dia pikir dia membutuhkan instruksi lebih lanjut, dan aku bahagia untuk menjaga ruse cukup lama untuk dia untuk berlatih pada saya beberapa kali.In the city, enmeshed in our day-to-day lives, it was easy to forget the Jensen connection, the family connection. The they’d-all-kill-me-if-they-knew-what-we-were-doing connection. I’d been blindsided when she’d brought up Liv because it had felt like such ancient history. But I would be faced with all of that this weekend: my brief history as Liv’s former flame, as Jensen’s best friend, as Johan’s intern. And I would have to face all of that while trying to hide my infatuation with Hanna.I put my hand on her shoulder, shaking gently. “Hanna.”She startled a little, but the first thing she saw when she opened her eyes was me. She was groggy and not quite conscious but she smiled as if looking at her favorite thing in the world, and murmured, “Mmmm, hey, you.”And, with that reaction, my heart exploded. “Hey, Plum.”She smiled shyly, turning her head to look out her window as she stretched. When she saw where we’d parked, she startled a little, sitting up straighter, looking around. “Oh! We’re here.”“We’re here.”When she turned back to me, her eyes looked mildly panicked. “It’s going to be weird, isn’t it? I’m going to be staring at your button fly and Jensen will see me staring at your button fly and then you’ll check out my chest and someone will see that, too! What if I touch you? Or”—her eyes went wide—“what if I kiss you?”Her impending little freak-out calmed me immeasurably. Only one of us was allowed to feel weird at a time.I shook my head, telling her, “It’s going to be fine. We’re here as friends. We’re visiting your family as friends. There will be no public dick appreciation, and no public breast admiration. I didn’t even pack another pair of button flies. Deal?”“Deal,” she repeated woodenly. “Just friends.”“Because that’s what we are,” I reminded her, ignoring the organ inside my chest that twisted as I said this.Straightening, she nodded and reached for her door handle, chirping, “Friends! Friends visiting my house for Easter! We’re going to see your old friend, my big brother! Thanks for driving me up here from New York, friend Will my friend!”She laughed as she got out of the car and walked around to get her bag from the trunk.“Hanna, calm down,” I whispered, placing a soothing hand on her lower back. I felt my eyes move down her neck and settle on her breasts. “Don’t be a lunatic.”“Eyes up here, William. Best start now.”Laughing, I whispered, “I’ll try.”“Me, too.” With a little wink, she whispered, “And remember to call me Ziggy.”