tee-shirt. Her hair, palest blonde, was
below her shoulders. She was the opposite of him. Her blue eyes
were so guileless, you could read her thoughts in them as easily as
if they were written in a book. Her smile was so happy and
innocent, seeing it made him happy too.
*
It was good, he thought, that the folks were
gone this weekend. That way he could devote himself to her, petting
her and lavishing her with attention until the wounded feelings
about how much he’d stayed away lately were all soothed over. He
knew he could do it because she never held a grudge. All he had to
do was pay her some attention and she bounded back eager to please.
She reminded him of a puppy in that way. In fact, having her was a
lot like having a pet. He would never have said that to anyone
because they would think it sounded callous, but it was true. If
you brought a pet into your life, you had to be willing to be
responsible for feeding it and bathing it and training it and
seeing that its needs were taken care of and loving it too. He’d
taken her on and had done all those things. He smiled a little at
the thought. People said he reminded them of a cat but if he was a
cat, she was lovable Cocker Spaniel puppy.
*
“We’ll take our shower together tonight,” he
told her.
That was something he usually didn’t allow
because he was ultra-cautious. One of them had to be available to
answer the door at all times should anyone ever come knocking. He
couldn’t remember that ever happening but what if it did and the
knocker got no response from either of them? What would they think?
But, alone in the house tonight, he figured he could make an
exception.
He lathered her hair with shampoo, running
his fingers through it the way he’d done so many times when she was
little. He washed her all over with a soapy sponge, across her
shoulders and down her back and around her buttocks, then he turned
her around and tickled it lightly across her breasts, traced a path
down her belly. He ran a pink fluffy pouf back and forth between
her legs.
She was standing with her legs wide apart,
her eyes closed, breathing hard.
“No, not yet, Lane, not ‘til we’re in bed.
You wash me now.”
So he stood while she did the same to him as
he’d done to her. He let himself relax and enjoy the soothing,
sensuous sensation of the sponge on his back and hips and legs and
chest and groin.
They dried one another off and jumped into
bed.
He could feel her pressing so hard against
him, he could hardly breathe. He knew it was a reaction to him
being away so much. He kissed her and felt her lips part under his.
Practically all he had to do this first time was touch her to bring
her to climax but that was okay. They had all night. He’d make it
happen again and again. He’d let her stay with him tonight,
something else he never did.
He sucked her nipples. “I think you’re
actually trying to grow some boobs, Lane,” he told her
teasingly.
“Do you hate it that I don’t have breasts
yet, Rafe.”
“No, Honey, just be patient, you’ll have them
soon enough.”
He kissed and licked and sucked her between
her legs until she gasped, “I don’t think I can stand it
anymore.”
He put her hand on his erection. “Are you
sure, Lane, that you can’t stand it anymore? I hate to waste this
perfectly good hard-on. Do you think maybe you could stand it just
one more time?”
“Yes, Rafe, yes, put it in me!”
She lay against her pillow, exhausted and
satiated.
“Rafe?”
“What, Sweetie?”
Her voice was soft and tentative. “All those
times you were gone, were you with a girl?”
He hesitated, wondering if he should lie to
save her feelings, then decided, the truth was probably the best
policy. They were brother and sister and they were never going to
be able to have anything like a normal relationship. She might as
well face that reality sooner rather than later.
“Yes, Lane.”
“Oh.” She was silent for a moment, then, “can
I ask you one
below her shoulders. She was the opposite of him. Her blue eyes
were so guileless, you could read her thoughts in them as easily as
if they were written in a book. Her smile was so happy and
innocent, seeing it made him happy too.
*
It was good, he thought, that the folks were
gone this weekend. That way he could devote himself to her, petting
her and lavishing her with attention until the wounded feelings
about how much he’d stayed away lately were all soothed over. He
knew he could do it because she never held a grudge. All he had to
do was pay her some attention and she bounded back eager to please.
She reminded him of a puppy in that way. In fact, having her was a
lot like having a pet. He would never have said that to anyone
because they would think it sounded callous, but it was true. If
you brought a pet into your life, you had to be willing to be
responsible for feeding it and bathing it and training it and
seeing that its needs were taken care of and loving it too. He’d
taken her on and had done all those things. He smiled a little at
the thought. People said he reminded them of a cat but if he was a
cat, she was lovable Cocker Spaniel puppy.
*
“We’ll take our shower together tonight,” he
told her.
That was something he usually didn’t allow
because he was ultra-cautious. One of them had to be available to
answer the door at all times should anyone ever come knocking. He
couldn’t remember that ever happening but what if it did and the
knocker got no response from either of them? What would they think?
But, alone in the house tonight, he figured he could make an
exception.
He lathered her hair with shampoo, running
his fingers through it the way he’d done so many times when she was
little. He washed her all over with a soapy sponge, across her
shoulders and down her back and around her buttocks, then he turned
her around and tickled it lightly across her breasts, traced a path
down her belly. He ran a pink fluffy pouf back and forth between
her legs.
She was standing with her legs wide apart,
her eyes closed, breathing hard.
“No, not yet, Lane, not ‘til we’re in bed.
You wash me now.”
So he stood while she did the same to him as
he’d done to her. He let himself relax and enjoy the soothing,
sensuous sensation of the sponge on his back and hips and legs and
chest and groin.
They dried one another off and jumped into
bed.
He could feel her pressing so hard against
him, he could hardly breathe. He knew it was a reaction to him
being away so much. He kissed her and felt her lips part under his.
Practically all he had to do this first time was touch her to bring
her to climax but that was okay. They had all night. He’d make it
happen again and again. He’d let her stay with him tonight,
something else he never did.
He sucked her nipples. “I think you’re
actually trying to grow some boobs, Lane,” he told her
teasingly.
“Do you hate it that I don’t have breasts
yet, Rafe.”
“No, Honey, just be patient, you’ll have them
soon enough.”
He kissed and licked and sucked her between
her legs until she gasped, “I don’t think I can stand it
anymore.”
He put her hand on his erection. “Are you
sure, Lane, that you can’t stand it anymore? I hate to waste this
perfectly good hard-on. Do you think maybe you could stand it just
one more time?”
“Yes, Rafe, yes, put it in me!”
She lay against her pillow, exhausted and
satiated.
“Rafe?”
“What, Sweetie?”
Her voice was soft and tentative. “All those
times you were gone, were you with a girl?”
He hesitated, wondering if he should lie to
save her feelings, then decided, the truth was probably the best
policy. They were brother and sister and they were never going to
be able to have anything like a normal relationship. She might as
well face that reality sooner rather than later.
“Yes, Lane.”
“Oh.” She was silent for a moment, then, “can
I ask you one
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