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 Title: Under My Skin Pt.  02


Summary: Ryan takes his sister to a concert and things get awkward.


Keywords: inc,fic





   My alarm snapped me awake well before dawn the morning of the show.  I
sat up on the edge of the bed and stretched for a moment, collecting my not
fully coherent thoughts.  After a quick shower, I got dressed in khaki
cutoffs, a faded gray Built To Spill shirt and sneakers.  Grabbing my
backpack and double checking to make sure I had the tickets, I wandered
down the hall to make sure Skye was up and ready.

   She was no more of a morning person than I was and answered her door
while mid-yawn.  I paused a moment to take in her look.  She was wearing a
loose skirt with black leggings and a white sleeveless t-shirt that had SPC
ECO printed across the front in black letters.  The straps of a black bra
peeked out beneath the shirt at her shoulders.  All of that combined with
her black Mary Jane shoes gave her the look of a hot chick that would no
doubt turn heads at a rock concert.  Hell, she had my attention already and
it was not yet six in the morning.

   "Too early," she yawned.

   "It's a long drive.  We gotta get going."

   "Coffee."

   "Not enough time.  Gotta get going.  We'll stop somewhere closer to
Edgerton and grab some breakfast."

   She peered at me through one squinted eye as if contemplating whether or
not to take a stand on the coffee issue but found herself interrupted by
another yawn.

   "Move it, zombie." I stepped aside and followed her as she shuffled down
the hallway.

   She fell asleep in the passenger seat before we got to the first red
light leaving the house.

   I didn't wake her until we pulled into a Waffle House about an hour
outside of Edgerton.  We sat across from each other in a booth and sipped
coffee while we waited on our order to arrive.  She folded her arms on the
table and laid her head down on them, looking up at me with a tired crooked
smile.

   "Thanks for letting me sleep in the car."

   "Just remember you may have to help keep me awake for the drive home
tonight." I chuckled.

   Skye sat up as the waitress dropped off our food and scurried away to
help the next table.  I watched her coat her chocolate chip waffle with
syrup and wondered what sort of defect was going on in her taste buds to
make her want to order such a thing.  I had a feeling the sugar rush she
was about to experience might be bad enough to need to lock her in the
trunk for the rest of the ride to the venue just so she wouldn't be
bouncing around the car like a lunatic.

   "So listen," I began, pointing a piece of bacon at her.  "When we get
there, You need to stay with me, okay?  Don't wander off."

   "Sure, daddy.  Do you want me to hold on to your belt loop, too?" She
gave me a smirk.

   "I'm being serious, smart ass.  Sometimes things get kind of out of hand
at these shows."

   "Like what?" She shoved a piece of waffle in her mouth but was paying
attention now.

   "Like sometimes, in the crowd, some asshole decides to take advantage of
the anonymity to feel up a pretty girl.  Grab her ass.  Especially the
girls that decide to crowd surf.  I've heard of much worse things, but if
you stay with me, you'll be fine.  It's not that I don't think you can take
care of yourself, it's that these assholes I'm talking about tend to be
chickenshits and usually won't try anything if the girl is with someone."

   "Whoa.  I didn't think of that."

   "I probably make it sound worse than it is, but I've seen it happen
before.  Never saw anything as bad as a rape, thankfully.  But I've seen
girls get felt up and stuff.  One girl last year punched me thinking I was
the one who did it.  I hadn't, but I think the guy next to me may have
grabbed her.  I don't know.  I felt like shit regardless, even though I
hadn't done anything.  Just being accused of it sucks.  But the thing is, I
don't want anything bad to happen to you.  Pretty girls are targets for
these shit heads."

   "You think I'm pretty?" A shy smile crept across her face.

   "You're beautiful and you know it.  Stop fishing for compliments." I
sighed in mild annoyance at the selective listening habits of girls.

   "Thank you, Ryan.  That's really sweet." She looked so pleased with my
words that I thought she may start glowing.  She could be really adorable
sometimes.

   "Well, it's true.  But do you understand why I want you to stay by me?
I'm not trying to be a prick, I just want you to have fun today without
having to worry about that kind of crap."

   "So you want me to pretend you're my boyfriend.  Got it." She grinned as
she returned to her waffle.

   "Not exactly what I had in mind," I replied, trying not to appear
rattled by her suggestion, shaking some salt on my scrambled eggs.  It was
closer to the truth than I wanted to admit.  "Just stay close to me, where
I can be there if you need me."

   She nodded around a mouthful of food and I went back to work on my own
breakfast, satisfied that she had gotten the point.

   * * * * *

   When we got to the fairgrounds outside Edgerton, we parked and walked
what felt like five miles to the entrance.  After a relatively short wait
in line, we were scanned by bored security guards with metal wands, showed
our tickets and were waved on in.  As soon as we got in the gates, Skye
gave me her purse to store in my backpack.

   I stopped at the first concession booth I saw and groaned as I paid six
dollars each for a few bottles of water to drop in my pack.  I deeply
resented this kind of economic sodomy and thought it was ridiculous that
they wouldn't allow us to bring our own water in.  It was nearing the end
of Summer and it was going to be hot as hell out here today, so I knew I
had to make the best of it.

   "Holy crap, six bucks?" Skye muttered as we walked away from the booth
following a herd of people and the sound of a not very good band in the
distance.

   "This venue gouges you any way they can for stuff.  Fifteen bucks for
parking, six for water, I don't even want to know what lunch is gonna cost
us later.  It'll be worth it, though." I replied.

   The main stage was at the base of a large man-made hillside, allowing
for a better view of the stage.  There was already what looked like a
couple of thousand or so people in the crowd spread out all over the hill
chatting in groups.  A decent sized group were down near the stage watching
the first band play their set.  As was typical of big festival concerts
like this, the first bands were unknown local acts looking for exposure. 
Most of the time, they weren't very good.  This was not an exception.

   This was a bigger music festival than I was used to attending, and I
found myself slightly impressed with the huge projection screens on either
side of the stage.  That would certainly make it easier to see the bands
later.  Scanning the area, I tried to find a spot that looked like a good
one for watching the show, but being far enough from the stage to be sure
that Skye would still be able to see.  Most people at the show were taller
than her, so I didn't want to get us into too thick of a crowd where she
would have no chance of seeing anything but armpits.

   As we walked down near the mixing board area, which looked like a decent
place right near the middle of the hill.

   "How's this spot?" I asked.

   She looked around, the slight breeze making strands of her hair cross
over her face and I got lost for a moment taking in how pretty she was.

   "I want to get closer," she said, knocking me out of my thoughts.

   "The closer we get, the ground levels off and you're not gonna be able
to see around people." I pointed out.

   "Look, let's try it.  If I can't see worth a damn, we can always move
back to here, right?"

   "I guess so." I sighed in defeat.  I knew her height was sometimes a
problem for her, but I didn't want to make a big thing of it.  I was trying
to help, but I knew if I kept bringing it up that she would start to resent
it.  So I went along, being more than a little certain that we'd be
backtracking up the hill again shortly.  Hopefully, I thought, the crowd
filling in around us wouldn't take this spot.

   We moved down through the crowd closer to the stage.  It was still
spaced out enough that we had room to pass through pretty easily, but I
knew that wasn't going to last.  Before long, she had maneuvered us to
within about thirty people from the stage.

   The music was much louder down here and you couldn't hear each other
talk over the band who were currently doing an absolutely abysmal attempt
at a cover of Nirvana's "Come As You Are." I didn't like Nirvana to begin
with, and this definitely wasn't helping.  Skye glanced over at me in
annoyance, and I realized that she couldn't see the stage at all around
everyone's shoulders.

   She tugged at my arm and pointed at a gap in the crowd on the right. 
Before I could protest, she was shifting between the thickening group of
people and almost out of my sight.  Damn it, I sighed inwardly and followed
her.  While she had no trouble moving through the sea of people, I found
myself having to apologize and point out that I was with her to guys who
didn't want to give up their positions nearer and nearer to the stage.

   Mercifully, the band finished their set and left the stage.  New Order
blasted over the sound system while roadies started setting the next band's
equipment.  I could listen to "Ceremony" about a hundred times in a row if
it meant not hearing that shitty cover of "Come As You Are" ever again. 
People had begun milling about in the crowd up front now that there wasn't
a band on stage and Skye took the opportunity to keep pressing forward.

   Before I knew it, we were on the rails at the very front with just a row
of security guards between us and the stage.  I glanced back over my
shoulder and saw that a lot of people had come into the show while we had
been maneuvering through the crowd.  She would be able to see from here,
but if we decided to backtrack, it was not going to be an easy feat.  This
also meant that we wouldn't be able to get to either of the smaller stages
off to the sides to see the bands that weren't playing the main stage.

   "See?  This is so much better!" She exclaimed, smiling over her shoulder
at me.  She was so giddy with excitement, that I couldn't help but be happy
for her.  We were a few yards to the right of center stage, pretty much
right under where a guitarist or bass player would typically be positioned.
It was a great spot to watch the show, without a doubt, but about to get
very crowded.  I pulled some sunscreen from my bag and we both put it on,
neither of us wishing to be burned to a crisp today.  We were already
sweating and it wasn't even close to noon yet.

   As the next few bands played their sets, the crowd behind us grew larger
and pressed forward cramping our space a bit.  I looked back over my
shoulder and realized that there were now thousands of people between us
and the main exit.  Getting out of here after the show was going to take a
while, I thought.

   The heat was incredible and everyone up front was covered in sweat by
this point.  Skye and I shared a bottle of water between the next set of
bands and I splashed some on my face to cool off.  She poured some in her
hand and ran it over her face as well.

   The Raveonettes played their set and my sister was on cloud nine for the
entire time.  They sounded great live, I had to admit, but I wasn't nearly
as big a fan as Skye.  When they played their cover of "I Wanna Be Adored"
I thought she may cry.  I don't think I had ever seen her so happy and that
made this entire trip worth it.

   Several hours and bands later, we were continuing to get pushed to the
side by the swell of people trying to get to the front row.  It wasn't that
people were being assholes, it was just the combined force of so many
people trying to get close to the stage at once.  I locked my arm around
one of the guard rails so I wouldn't be shoved further and kept Skye in
front of me so that she wouldn't be squashed.  She looked back at me
appreciatively and again thanked me for bringing her.

   By late afternoon, the place was beyond packed.  I couldn't remember
having seen so many people in one place.  There was no hope of hearing one
another talk over the crowd without yelling.  The scent of weed
periodically passed by in the air.  My arm was growing tired from holding
on the rail so tightly when bands were on stage, only taking breaks between
when the shoving eased up.  Some of the more popular bands had been taking
the stage and the crowd was getting harder to deal with.

   We were constantly being jostled by the crowd and I bumped into Skye
regularly.  At one point, when one of the metal bands was playing, I was
shoved hard enough by some random asshole to nearly stumble into her and
knock us both to the ground.  If I hadn't had a death grip on the security
rail, I would have fallen for sure.  I shot the guy a dirty look, but he
wasn't paying any attention.

   To ease the strain on my arm when the next band took the stage, I
gripped the rail with both arms, one on either side of Skye.  She was
really into the show and seemed to be having the time of her life.  She
planted her feet on the bottom of the rail and raised herself up, leaning
forward like much of the crowd, bouncing happily to the thundering beat.

   The constant shoving from the crowd behind us made me step forward a
little and I found myself pressed up behind her even closer.  Elevated by
having pulled herself up on the rail, her butt was now lined up perfectly
with my crotch.  As she bounced with the beat, her ass pressed back into
me. It was a pretty natural thing to have happened, given how sandwiched in
with people we were, but my cock reacted immediately and I choked back a
startled sense of panic.

   To my surprise, she didn't seem to notice at all and appeared to be
totally caught up in the show.  As she kept dancing, her butt kept pressing
into my lap.  While a little accidental touching was one thing, her bumping
into my erection would definitely elicit a response, I thought.  I took the
first opportunity that I saw to drop one hand from the rail and discreetly
adjust myself in hopes of making it less obvious that I was hard.  The band
started in on their next song and the crowd went wild as it was one of
their biggest hits.  Skye bounced excitedly and her ass slid right down my
crotch.  Only this time, I had my cock tucked vertically behind my shorts
and the crack of her ass glided along its length.  Christ, it felt good.

   Her thin skirt and tights did little to mask the shape and feel of her
ass pressed against me.  I almost groaned as her ass slid down the
underside of my cock again.  Holy shit.  I knew I was wrong to be enjoying
this.  I should've fought harder to move away.  But I didn't.  Instead, I
shifted forward a couple of inches,

   She seemed to sort of roll her hips as she bounced, which made it feel
even more sensual.  The timing of her movement felt like she barely broke
contact between us before she was gliding her bottom back into me, almost
as if she were grinding against me.

   I tried to imagine what it would feel like to be inside her, to feel her
hot little body taking me in.  Our bodies coming together in a collision of
need and desire.  The crowd around us seemed to fade a little as my body
continued to respond to hers and I relished the sensation.  I imagined her
gripping the railing and pushing back to me, wanting as much of my length
in her as possible.  I could see the side of her neck glistening with
sweat, begging to be kissed.  I wanted to wrap my arms around her so badly
at that moment that I almost gave in to the urge.

   I recognized the tightening in my balls and shockingly realized that I
was getting close to blowing my load against my sister's ass right there in
front of thousands of people.  Panicking, I pushed back away from her
giving my dick a couple of inches of space.  She kept bouncing to the beat
as if nothing had happened.

   Catching my breath, I waited for my dick to settle down while the people
behind me continued pressing forward as if wanting me to slam my cock into
her.  This had gone too far.  I had to do something to stop this before I
ruined my relationship with the most important person in my life.

   What kind of brother does this?  I was taking advantage of the crowded
situation to get my rocks off on her body.  I wasn't just a shitty brother,
I was a shitty person.  This was exactly the kind of behavior I had warned
her about from other guys at these shows.  Yet here I was having nearly
done that very thing.

   Her body kept writhing to the beat in front of me, inviting me to come
back, to finish what I had started.  My dick ached to do that very thing,
but I just couldn't.  I despised assholes that did this type of shit, and I
refused to let myself become one of them again.

   As soon as the song ended, I tapped her on the shoulder.  She looked
back at me with a warm smile.  Sweat was covering her face, causing her
hair to cling to her forehead.  Even in her disheveled state, she looked
beautiful.  At that moment, it hit me that I was in love with her.  It
wasn't just some perverse desire to have her.  My chest ached and my
stomach churned at the realization.

   I choked back the urge to kiss her as her warm brown eyes locked on
mine. This was gonna be tough, I thought, knowing I'd have to lean in close
to her for her to be able to hear me.  I placed my mouth perilously close
to her ear with my heart thundering in my chest.  It would be so easy to
give in.  Just once.  To taste her lips and feel them against mine.  Then
she would slap the shit out of me and never speak to me again, of course.

   "I've got to move," I said, "My arms are killing me here."

   She brought a hand up to my cheek, pulling my face closer to her ear in
a bid to hear me better.  It felt far more sensual than it should have.  I
cursed my imagination for trying to make it more than it was.

   "Sorry.  Do we have to move?" She tilted her head back on my shoulder so
I could hear her.  I could tell she really didn't want to give up our front
row spot.

   Thinking quickly, I replied.

   "Get on my shoulders."

   "What?"

   "Sit on my shoulders.  I'll hold you up for a while and give my arms a
break."

   I crouched and she climbed up on my back.  I stood up, being sure she
didn't lose her balance and moved a little closer to the rail, allowing my
aching arms some relief.  Her thighs were resting on either side of my neck
and I could feel her body heat radiating from her against the back of my
neck.  I thought I smelled a hint of feminine arousal.  It's just sweat,
you're smelling, I told myself.  It's miserably hot out here.

   The years of muscle I had built up hauling lumber and bags of concrete
at work had paid off beautifully because she felt light as a feather on my
shoulders.  When the band started their next song, she clearly enjoyed her
new vantage point, cheering and clapping with the rest of the crowd.  I
barely noticed they were still playing.  I was too lost in the turmoil of
my own thoughts.  The irony of having her thighs wrapped around my neck
wasn't lost on me, either.

   She must be trying to not to embarrass me by calling me out for dry
humping her.  That was the only thing I could think of.  I wasn't packing
some giant porn star dick, but I was certainly big enough that it seemed
impossible for her not to have felt it.  Maybe she was feeling pretty
mortified that her brother had rubbed his penis on her.  I had heard of
girls being too scared to react when some rotten son of a bitch tried to
molest them.  Fuck.  I was such a piece of shit.

   The band finished up their set a few songs later and Skye never showed
any sign of having known what just happened.  I was feeling confused and
ashamed.  The remaining bands played over the next few hours and nothing
else happened.  I slowly calmed my nerves enough to mostly enjoy the rest
of the show, but my mind kept going over what had happened.  Maybe she was
somehow left unaware of what happened after all.

   As much as I loved concerts, I was more than ready for this one to be
over.  We had been standing for hours on end in the heat and it was
draining.  That wasn't even taking into account my twisted behavior, which
made me want to hide somewhere that I'd never have to face her.

   It was long after dark when the last band left the stage and we began
the slow march back toward the car.  As we finally moved away from the
stage and the music blasting through the speakers began to fade, I became
aware that my ears were ringing.  No surprise there.

   I noticed that Skye was limping a bit and asked if she was okay.

   "My knee hurts like hell.  I think I pushed it a bit with standing for
so long today."

   "Oh shit.  I never even thought of that," I replied, feeling stupid for
not having remembered.

   "It's fine," she replied.  "Just sore and tightening up.  It'll be okay
in a day or two."

   I asked a few more questions about it, trying to make sure she wasn't
hurting worse than she was letting on.  She acted dismissive of the whole
thing and limped to the car without further complaint.

   On the drive home, I kept waiting for Skye to bring up what happened.  I
watched her from the corner of my eye for a good portion of the trip but
she looked perfectly normal.  She kept looking out the window as I drove
with a small, contented smile on her face.  We didn't talk much.  Our ears
were ringing and we were exhausted.  She fell asleep after the first hour
or so of the drive.  I spent the rest of the trip angry with myself for how
I felt about her and what I had allowed to happen.

   When we arrived back home, I woke her up as gently as I could and we
went inside.  Mom was still on night shifts at the hospital and wasn't
home. We both trudged up the stairs toward our respective bedrooms.  I
could barely keep my eyes open.  As I passed by her room, she hooked my arm
and pulled me to her.

   "Thank you so much for bringing me.  I had the best time with you
today." She wrapped me up in as big a hug as she could.  It was probably
just exhaustion, but there was no doubt that the hug lingered.

   "Me too," I replied when she released me.

   "Night," she called as I entered my bedroom at the end of the hall.

   * * * * *

   When I woke up, it was almost eleven.  Groggy and stiff from the long
drive, I half staggered down the hallway to the shower.  My feet were sore
from standing for so many hours the previous day.  It wasn't until I was
rinsing shampoo through my hair that I recalled the events at the show.  A
fresh wave of guilt slammed me in the gut.

   I stepped out of the shower and dried myself off, trying to make sense
of things.  I felt like shit for taking advantage of her like that.  I
didn't know what to do with the feelings I had for her, either.  I cleared
the condensation from the mirror with my towel and stared at my reflection
for a moment.

   "Asshole," I mumbled as I got dressed.

   I was heading back to my bedroom when she called me.

   "Hey, Ryan?"

   "Yeah?" Please don't bring it up, I thought.  Please don't.

   "Can you give me a hand for a second?" She called, still from her room.

   Pausing at her closed door, I knocked, feeling kind of foolish, since
she had called for me, but the thought of just walking in felt even more
awkward.  Now I was overthinking things and making it worse.  Goddamn it.

   "It's open."

   I opened the door and stepped in to see her sitting on the edge of her
unmade bed.  Skye was wearing a pale yellow shirt with a gray skirt and had
already done her hair and makeup.  She was leaning back on the bed a
little, propped up on her arms and gave me an annoyed glare.  Oh shit, I
thought.

   "My knee's really giving me hell this morning.  Can you help me put the
stupid brace on?" She sighed, her expression shifting from annoyed to
looking a bit defeated.

   "That sucks," I replied, feeling my chest relax a little and let some
air in.  This wasn't about me.  Still, she hadn't worn her brace in a year
or so.  Her knee must hurt like hell.

   I couldn't help glancing down at the surgery scars on her knee that she
was always so self-conscious about.  They weren't very noticeable but
bothered her immensely.  She had a black and gray banded thigh sock on the
other leg, while this one remained bare.

   "Thanks.  It's a bitch to bend right now." She held the other sock out
to me.

   "No problem." I took the sock and knelt down in front of her.  "I
thought these days were behind us."

   "So did I." She replied, tucking her hair behind one ear and staring
down at her knee.

   I gathered the sock up in my hands and slid her foot into it.  I slid it
onto her outstretched foot and pulled it up the length of her leg, watching
her skin disappear behind it and trying to touch her as little as possible.
Which was in direct opposition of what my hands wanted to be doing, of
course.  When I had the sock pulled high enough that she could reach it
without having to bend her knee, I hesitated.  I expected her to grab the
sock and continue pulling it on as she had done when she was younger.  I
glanced up at her and she was smiling prettily at me, remaining leaned back
on her elbows.  It wasn't possible to put her knee brace in place without
putting the sock on, so I took that as an excuse and pulled her sock into
place.

   Her legs parted a little further allowing me access as I slid the fabric
up her smooth creamy thigh, my hand only a few short inches from her lacy
underwear.  Her eyes were closed when I glanced up at her again and I was
unable to resist stealing a glimpse of her panties.  The purple fabric was
sheer and lacy, allowing me to almost make out the details of her sex
underneath.  Holy shit, my mind screamed, as I forced myself to look away,
the image burned into the back of my retinas.  My chest felt constricted
again, along with my pants.  I withdrew my hands quickly before temptation
got the better of me.

   Picking up the brace from the bed beside her, I gingerly wrapped it
around her knee.  As I made sure I positioned it properly and fastened down
the straps, I allowed my fingers to slid across her skin just above the
brace one last time.  The feeling of her skin lingered on my fingertips as
I leaned back from her.

   "How's that feel?" I glanced up at her and her brown eyes locked on mine
for a moment.

   She leaned forward and felt the top and sides of the brace for a moment.

   "It's good," Skye smiled at me.

   I climbed to my feet in what I hoped was a casual manner, feeling like
my heart was hammering hard enough to be visible through my shirt.  I
needed to get out of here before she noticed my boner.

   "Thanks, again.  Sorry, I'm being a pain in the ass."

   "No problem," I replied, making a show of dusting off my pants in hopes
of distracting from the tent in front of them.  "I should have thought
about how long we'd be standing with your knee yesterday."

   "It was worth it." She stood and straightened the top of the sock before
taking a few steps.  "That feels much better."

   "Cool, I gotta get to work," I lied, using the first excuse that came to
mind to get out of the room.

   * * * * *

   I pulled into work more than two hours before my shift.  It was stupid
to leave the house so early, I knew, but I just needed some time to think.
I sat in the parking lot staring at the steering wheel for a while without
really seeing it.  I felt lost.  What does someone do when he has fallen in
love with his own sister, I wondered.  Besides go to work way too early
because you are afraid she'll see the look in your eyes and figure out that
you're a perverted freak, that is.

   The workday was pretty much spent on autopilot.  I didn't remember
anything about it except that I thought about Skye the entire time.  How
long could I keep my feelings hidden from her?  Could I keep it together
long enough to transfer to Austin?  For a brief moment, I considered
whether or not I could just tell her how I felt.  I chuckled bitterly at
myself for even letting that creep into my mind.  She would surely freak
out, yell at me for the pervert that I was for even thinking of my sister
that way and tell mom to kick me out.  Okay, maybe she wouldn't tell mom.
She loved me enough as her brother to probably spare me that.  But I was
positive it would do irreparable harm to our relationship.

   Part of me wanted to drive straight back home after work and see if she
was there.  A dumb fantasy passed through my mind of busting into her
bedroom where she lay reading a book, scooping her in my arms, staring
directly into her warm brown eyes a moment before locking our lips together
in a kiss that would change everything for us.  The other part wanted to go
to my favorite bar and drink myself stupid.  Neither of these ideas seemed
like a smart move the longer I thought about them.

   I ended up at a coffee shop a few blocks from work, staring at a mostly
untouched cup of coffee for a couple of hours.  It was well after midnight
before I finally went home.  Thankfully, my sister was asleep by then.

   Sleep didn't come easy at all.  I spent most of the night laying in bed
with her Instagram pulled up on my phone staring at pictures of her.  There
weren't any photos of her trying to look sexy and seductive and I wasn't
surprised.  That just wasn't who Skye was.  There were photos of her
hanging out with Heather and Vicky, some modest selfies, and the obligatory
photos of food.  She had posted a series of photos from the concert that
were pretty great, considering how close we were to the stage.  The further
back I scrolled through the images, I found a few photos she had posted of
her gymnastics competition days.  The determination in her face in those
images made her look older than she was at the time.  I remembered how much
I had admired her.

   I found I kept going back to look at one selfie in particular.  She was
sitting on a recliner in the living room with a tired smile on her face. 
Her hair was slightly disheveled and falling across half of her face in
what was clearly not as random a fashion as she would like you to think. 
She had leaned forward resting her chin on her hand and the sleeve of her
shirt was so long that it covered half of her palm.  Her smile in that
photo was particularly beautiful.  I traced the outline of her face with a
fingertip and felt like I had butterflies in my stomach as I looked at her.

   She's your sister, you stupid son of a bitch, I told myself.  I closed
the app and plugged my phone into the charger.  Acting like a love-struck
teenager was not going to fix anything.  I needed to do something,
anything, to get my shit together.  I rolled over and punched the pillow in
frustration.  This had to stop.

   * * * * *

   By morning, I had resolved to try to minimize contact with her as much
as I could.  Even thinking about avoiding her made my stomach knot up, but
I knew it was the right thing to do.  I couldn't risk ruining our
relationship.  I needed to stay away until I shook the romantic feelings I
had for her.  It was the only idea I could come up with.  I had even gone
so far as to research the topic online, making goddamned sure I cleared my
browser history when I was done.  The last thing I wanted was for that to
pop up if someone used my laptop to check their email or some shit.

   Skye had long been in the habit of putting a copy of her work schedule
on the fridge so she could easily keep track of her shifts at the pharmacy.
That made it convenient for me to know when she was least likely to be
home. I picked up all the extra shifts I could get at work on her days off
and spent a lot of time at the gym or hitting the bar with Kevin or one of
the other guys from work.  I even crashed on the couch at Kevin's apartment
a time or two after we'd been out drinking far too late.  But I can't say I
really enjoyed myself.  I thought about her all the time.  I missed her.

   It wasn't like I could avoid seeing her completely, of course.  Every
time I did see her, my heart ached to linger and talk to her.  She always
lit up when she saw that I was home and tried to visit with me as much as
possible.  She would text me occasionally to touch base and ask when I'd be
home.  I could tell that she missed hanging out with me.  That only made it
harder to keep the distance I was trying to place between us.  It was for
her own good, I kept telling myself.  But it fucking sucked.

   * * * * *

   On Thursday night, I got home from a closing shift at work to discover
my sister curled up in one of the big recliners in the living room reading
a book.  She was dressed in a pair of light blue pajama shorts with a
matching long sleeve blue top.  My breath caught in my throat a little, at
the sight of her.  The way she was folded up into the chair had caused her
pajama shorts to ride up and the sexy curve of an ass cheek was partially
visible.  Her hair was tucked behind her ear and she absentmindedly chewed
on a thumbnail as she was reading.

   I sighed inwardly, realizing I hadn't made much headway on breaking
myself of my feelings for her and went upstairs.  As a brother, I was
failing miserably.  After a quick shower, I dressed in sleep pants and an
old t-shirt.  I had just started streaming a Jesu album and was attempting
to read an article about invasive salvinia plants on my laptop when there
was a knock on the door.

   "Hey," Skye leaned on the door frame, her arms wrapped around herself,
making her seem even smaller than usual.  Her top hung down to mid-thigh,
longer than her very short pajama shorts, giving off the illusion that
there may be nothing beneath her shirt.  I felt a knot building inside and
tried not to focus on how attractive she looked.

   "What's up?" I asked, turning the volume down on my laptop.

   She took a couple of tentative steps into the room, dropping her hands
to lightly wring them together in front of her.

   "Are you mad at me?" She asked quietly.

   "What for?" I replied, not knowing what else I could really say.

   "I dunno, we were getting along so well and now you're avoiding me.  I
just want to know why." Her lower lip quivered as she spoke and her eyes
started shimmering as if she were about to cry.  It clawed at my guts to
realize that I'd hurt her feelings by trying to distance myself from my
desires.  I was trying to do what was right but I just couldn't win.

   "I'm not avoiding you.  Work's just been busy lately." It was a weak
excuse.  I think we both knew it.

   "I'm not stupid, Ryan.  It's more than work.  What's going on?" She took
a few more steps into the room.  The pleading look in her eyes told me that
she wasn't going to let this go.

   I stared at the carpet trying to figure out what I could possibly say
that wouldn't ruin our relationship forever.

   "See?  You won't even look at me," she choked as she dropped to her
knees near my chair.  "What did I do?  Please talk to me."

   "It's not you, okay?  I promise.  I'm just dealing with some shit," I
tried to reassure her, allowing myself to look at her.

   "What is it, then?  Tell me."

   Her long eyelashes were clinging to each other as tears leaked from her
beautiful brown eyes.  I'd seen my sister upset plenty of times before, but
this was the first time I had seen her this upset over something that was
my fault.  I felt horrible.

   "I..  I just.  Fuck," I stammered, reaching out to cup her warm cheek in
my hand.  "Please don't cry."

   She nuzzled her face against my palm like a cat for a half second with
her eyes closed before rapidly pulling herself up the length of my arm to
bury her face in my chest.  I held her close to me and resigned myself to
the reality that I was not going to get out of this conversation without
coming clean.  A tear of my own leaked down my face as I hugged her.

   "I'm ashamed," I nearly whispered, "Ashamed, embarrassed and scared...
and fucked up."

   "Why?" The mumbled reply came from the face buried in my chest.

   "I took advantage of you at the concert.  After warning you about the
stuff scumbags do to girls...  I'm no better.  Then I was so ashamed that I
didn't have the nerve to apologize.  I'm really sorry."

   "Oh god, no."

   She tensed up in my arms and scooted away from me.

   "Please let me finish.  Don't go, yet." Scared she was going to run
before I finished, I moved between her and the doorway, holding my hands
out disarmingly.  I felt panicked, desperate to keep her there so we could
talk.  This is it, asshole.  You earned this, I thought.  You're going to
lose everything.  How the fuck did it come to this?

   Skye made no move to get up from the floor, instead, she stared silently
at the far wall.  She was crying softly, almost shaking and looked pale. 
God damn, it killed me to see her crying.  It was the best I could hope
for, I supposed.  I swallowed hard, trying to force the lump in my throat
down enough to let me get through this.

   "I can't stop thinking about you," I continued.  "Even before the show,
I thought about you all the time.  I'm fucked up, okay?  I'm in love with
you.  I know it's wrong.  Please don't hate me.  I'm an asshole."

   I slumped against the door frame and sank to the floor.  It was all out
there now.  No taking it back.  I wished I could run or something.  I
wanted to disappear.  She should be angry with me.  Or disgusted.  Both.  I
wanted to take her in my arms and comfort her but I was afraid.  Would she
ever want me to touch her again after finding out how fucked up I was?  Her
own goddamned brother just told her he was in love with her.  I felt like
the world was caving in around me.

   "Look, I know I'm fucked up but I'll fix this, I swear.  I'll move out
and get my shit together.  I'm gonna see a shrink or something.  Get myself
sorted out."

   "No!" She nearly screamed it at me this time, with such alarm in her
voice that I jumped reflexively.

   "You aren't listening.  I'm in love with you and I...  I can't be."

   "I am listening.  But you're wrong."

   "What do you mean?" I stared at her, puzzled by her reply.

   "The concert was my fault, not yours.  We were standing so close at the
show that I felt you behind me.  I saw the height of the rail and realized
if I stood on the bottom rung, it would be just about right for my butt to
be even with your...  to feel you against me."

   She drew her knees up and folded her arms, burying her face in the crook
of her arms.

   "I don't understand."

   "I had to get your attention.  You keep talking about leaving.  We'll
never be the same.  Never see each other.  Not like we do now.  I couldn't
let you go without you knowing how I feel about you," She paused to look up
at me, her eyes shimmering in the dimly lit room.  "How much you mean to
me."

   My mind was going a thousand miles an hour, trying to make sense of what
she was saying.  For some reason, my eyes focused on an old stain on the
carpet where she had spilled a fruit drink years before.

   "Pretty stupid, right?" She asked with a mocking tone of voice.  "It
sounds so dumb now.  At the time it made sense to me.  Grind on your
brother at a concert.  Go for it.  That's the best way to finally tell him
you love him, right?  And everyone says I'm so smart."

   Skye scooted across the floor to me and reached her hand up to softly
stroke along my jaw guiding my gaze over to meet hers.

   "I love you, Ryan."

   The words thundered in my ears, though she had barely whispered them. 
This is a bad idea, I told myself.  You could ruin her life.  She's just
confused.  That's all.  But the look in her eyes as she stared into mine
told a different story.  I could see the adoration in them as she leaned in
closer.

   I tilted my head toward her voice and felt the tip of my nose brush
lightly across her cheek.  She smelled amazing.  We were so close to each
other.  My breath caught in my throat.  I'm really about to kiss her, I
thought to myself.  My heart was hammering hard enough to feel like it
could burst out of my chest at any moment.

   Suddenly our lips touched.  It was soft at first, our lips barely
brushing against each other, but one of my hands came up to cradle the back
of her head and we began to kiss in ways that siblings shouldn't.  I could
taste a hint of her berry flavored lip gloss that triggered a long
forgotten memory of her getting it for Christmas years before and pestering
me into trying it on.  My lips parted and I ran my tongue lightly across
her lower lip.  Her own lips parted a moment later and I felt her small
tongue collide with my own.  A soft moan escaped her, a sexy sound that I'd
never heard my little sister make before.

   I don't know how long we kissed.  I only knew that I'd never felt a kiss
like it before.  Her soft lips were completely intoxicating.  The way that
she would trap my lower lip between hers for just a moment as she kissed
drove me wild.  I found her little gasps for breath when our lips would
part to be sexy as hell.  When we finally broke for air, she slowly opened
her eyes and smiled softly.

   "I've always wondered what that would be like," she whispered, smiling
as she traced my jawline with her fingers.  She leaned up and kissed my jaw
where her fingers had been, working her way up to my ear.

   My hand slid down her side and dropped to rest on her bare thigh.  I
caressed the soft, smooth flesh of her hip, feeling and memorizing every
contour as my hand moved closer to her ass.

   Skye's breath quickened a little as my fingers reached the top of her
hip and I hesitated, unsure if I was pushing her.

   "Touch me," she breathed in my ear.

   "This is a bad idea," I whispered, trying to convince myself to stop.

   "The best bad idea you've ever had."

   Her lips were still next to my ear, sending a shiver down my spine every
time she spoke.  She climbed the rest of the way into my lap, using my
shoulders for balance.

   I could feel the door frame pressing into my back but it was easy to
ignore the discomfort with her beautiful lithe body pressed up against my
front as a distraction.  A moment later we were lost in another kiss.

   My arms were wrapped around her, holding her close as we kissed.  She
grabbed one of my wrists and guided my hand to slide down her body to rest
on her ass.  Accepting her invitation, I felt the full curve of her tight
little butt cheek.  It fit perfectly in my hand and I gave an appreciative
squeeze.  She let out a ragged breath against my neck and began kissing me
more feverishly.

   She giggled through our kiss as she straddled me, clearly pleased with
our change in position.  I groped her ass with both hands now, kneading the
firm globes as I pulled her tighter against me.  I could feel the heat
radiating from her pussy against my hard cock even through our pajamas and
it made my dick throb with need.  She ground her pelvis into mine, moaning
softly as we continued making out.

   Somewhere along the way, her hands made their way under my shirt.  She
attempted to pull it off and I obliged by leaning forward from the wall a
little to help.  Skye kissed my bare chest a few times, running her hands
over my abs and up to my shoulders.

   I began unbuttoning her pajama top while she smiled nervously at me. 
Inch by tantalizing inch, the smooth, pale skin between her breasts came
into view.  Blushing, she took a deep breath and shrugged out of the pajama
top revealing a breathtaking pair of breasts.  They were perhaps a little
on the smaller side of average, but full and perky.  Her areola were a dark
rose color, standing out in contrast to the pale skin of her chest.  Hard
nipples, a little larger than pencil erasers jutted out proudly from her
chest.

   I couldn't help staring.  I had never seen my beautiful little sister
topless before and I'm pretty sure my heart stopped at the sight of her.

   Unable to resist any longer, I slid my hands up along her sides and
cupped her tits.  They felt warm, smooth, and delightful.  I massaged them
allowing her hard nipples to slide between my fingers so I could catch them
and pull them gently as I rubbed.  Her breathing became faster again as she
closed her eyes and she held one of her hands over my own.

   "Let's move to the bed," she panted.

   Whatever resolve I had left to resist her was crumbling fast.  I could
no longer hear the voice in my head that had been telling me that this was
wrong.  It was crushed under the monumental revelation that she loved me
and obviously wanted me as badly as I did her.

   It took a couple of tries for us to get up and move to the bed.  Each
time one of us would try to move, the other would pull our bodies close
again.  We were so wrapped in our need that feeling the lack of warmth from
our bodies against each other seemed unbearable.  She giggled playfully at
the third failed attempt and latched her lips to my neck, kissing me as she
purposely ground her pussy against me.

   I finally forced myself to my feet, keeping one arm wrapped around her
back, taking her with me.  She locked her legs around my waist, chuckling
into my neck as I carried her toward the bed.  Her laughter stopped halfway
there, followed by a low groan when her pelvis slipped down a little,
making my cock slide hard against her sex.  I cupped her butt in one of my
hands to support her and one of my fingers accidentally settled in the
crack of her ass making her buck a little and eliciting another pleasurable
groan from her.

   "One day," she growled, "I want you to take me like this."

   I nearly fired my load right there on the spot.  I'd never heard her
talk like that.  The hungry tone in her voice and her words rocketed right
through me.

   "Ooh, you liked that idea.  I felt like you get harder." Her hot breath
washed over my ear as she panted out each sentence.

   I don't know if I got harder or not, but she definitely had me turned
on.

   I felt the edge of the bed hit my shins and turned my back to it before
sitting down, bringing her with me.  I kept my right hand on her ass,
kneading her flesh while leaning back so I could massage her tits with my
other hand.  She rolled her hips against me, groaning loudly.

   "You're unbelievable," I whispered.

   She smiled from ear to ear as I pulled her back down to me and rolled on
top of her.  I kissed my way from her neck down to her breasts, while she
purred contentedly and ran her hands through my hair.

   "Oh god, that's..." She didn't finish her thought as I began sucking on
her right nipple.  Her hands held my head in place as I continued to lick
and suck her nipple.  I loved how her nipple became even harder between my
lips.  Her hips bucked up toward me as I worshiped her breast.  I moved to
her other tit and gave it the same treatment while sliding my hand into her
shorts.  I felt no hair as I began moving my fingers gently over her wet
slit.

   The throaty moan she released when my finger parted her lips sounded so
sexy that my dick jumped in my pants.  I'd always loved the sounds that
women made in bed and Skye was delivering some of the most erotic ones I
had ever heard.

   I gently slid my middle finger into her and began fucking her with it in
a slow rhythm as her hips raised against my hand with each thrust.  She
pulled my face up to hers and gazed at into my eyes through half-closed
lids.  Her panting breaths were increasing in volume as I picked up the
pace with my hand.  I was breathing pretty hard, myself, feeling my need
for her growing with every passing moment.  I added a second finger in her
wet pussy and put gentle pressure on her clit with my palm.  The mildly
musky scent of her arousal hung in the air around us, triggering a
flashback of her being on my shoulders at the concert.  It hadn't been my
imagination that I smelled her, I thought.

   Skye's hands roamed my back and shoulders, sometimes gripping the back
of my neck for a moment before continuing to rub over my upper body.  The
look in her eyes became more focused and intense as she stared into my own.
Her breathing was more harsh and erratic, punctuated with little whimpers
and moans.

   "I'm gonna..." She began but suddenly slammed her mouth against mine in
a kiss.  A hard kiss.  Her breath entered my lungs in a muted scream as her
body writhed uncontrollably below me.  Her orgasm hit her hard, shaking her
to her core.  I couldn't have removed my hand if I wanted to as her legs
were squeezed together around it with all her might.  I held her against me
with my free hand, continuing to kiss her as her twitching slowed and the
death grip she had on my shoulders began to loosen.

   Watching her orgasm was one of the most erotic things I had ever seen in
my life.  I'd always made sure to get every girl off, not that there were
many.  It was a point of pride with me.  Those had been nothing compared to
this.  My god, was everything about this girl so amazing or was I just this
in love with her?

   My sister went limp on the bed beneath me, breathing hard.  A sheen of
sweat had formed across her chest.  I rolled off of her, giving her room to
breathe and cool down.  I brought my hand up to my face and licked the
fingers clean that had been inside her, purposely letting her see me do it.
She blushed slightly at the sight but smiled.  My erection ached for
attention, but I forced myself to let her catch her breath.

   "That was incredible." She breathed, reaching a hand across my chest. 
"I've never cum that hard in my life."

   "You look so beautiful," I replied as my eyes wandered over her topless
body.  I shifted my body closer to her and she rolled to her side, resting
her head on my shoulder.

   Her hand drifted down and felt my hard cock that was straining against
my sleep pants.  She felt its length over the fabric, causing me to groan
and raise my hips toward her hand.

   "Bigger than I thought," she whispered huskily.  From what I'd read
online as a teen, my equipment was well within the normal range, and I'd
never given it much more thought.  I'd never had complaints from the few
women who'd been kind enough to give it a look.

   Her fingers snaked into my pants and wrapped around my shaft.  She
slowly moved her hand up and down my length.  It felt great but I needed
more right now.

   "A little harder," I whispered.  She tightened her grip a bit and
increased her pace.

   "Like that?" She asked, breathing the words just below my ear.  Her own
returning arousal was obvious.

   "Yeah," I swallowed, closing my eyes and concentrating on the feel of
her small hand jacking me off.

   "Never held one before.  I don't want to hurt you."

   "You're a virgin?"

   "Never even kissed anyone before tonight." She replied, licking her
lips. "Not a real kiss."

   "Really?  Never?" I was momentarily distracted from her handjob by that
revelation.

   She shook her head causing a lock of hair to fall across her face
partially obscuring her left eye.  It only made her look even sexier to me.


   "You ever been on a date?"

   "I want to try something." She ignored my question, raising herself from
my shoulder.

   I felt her tugging my pants down and raised my hips to accommodate. 
This freed my cock and the better angle greatly improved the sensations she
was causing.  Then I felt her warm breath on me and looked down just in
time to see her tongue dart out and lick the precum that had gathered at
the head of my dick.  She began bathing my shaft with her tongue, applying
pressure to the underside all the way to the top before taking the head in
her mouth.  I wanted to watch her, but the sensation overwhelmed me and my
eyes closed as I fought the urge to thrust up into her mouth.

   She bobbed her head experimentally a couple of times, only taking in
about a third of my length.  Her mouth felt warm and wet.  I opened my eyes
again and took in the beautiful sight of her on all fours with her back
arched, lowering her mouth on my cock once more.  With every dip of her
head, her confidence grew and her technique improved.  She couldn't take my
full length in her mouth, but she compensated by using her hand to take up
the slack.  She jerked my shaft up and down, licking and sucking my cock
with an enthusiasm I'd never seen before.

   Pausing for breath, she stroked her hand down my entire length while
nuzzling her face against my dick as if it were a precious toy.  I ran my
fingers through her hair and tilted her face up to look at me.  The lust
and adoration in her brown eyes were unmistakable.  She gave me a look that
I had never seen from her before.  An adorable, hungry look that made me
ache to gather her in my arms and fuck her senseless.

   "Come here."

   She ignored me and resumed sucking my cock, purposefully looking up into
my eyes while she did it.  For a few moments anyway.  Until my eyes closed
involuntarily as I focused on the sensations she was causing.  I opened
them again when she next paused to breathe.

   "Come here, damn it," I growled at her.  She grinned as she continued
nuzzling my cock against her face.

   Kissing my chest and abs along the way, she crawled up my body on all
fours, intentionally trying to look as seductive as possible.  It was
working.  She arched her back, purposely dragging her breasts across my
chest as she closed the gap between our faces.

   I kissed her hungrily, running my arms along her lithe form and realized
she'd shed her shorts.  I groped her bare butt for the first time,
intentionally sliding a finger between her cheeks this time since she
seemed to enjoy that before.  Her ass felt glorious.  I could have fondled
it for hours.  It was clear that she was loving my ministrations.  I could
feel the wetness of her pussy pressing against my dick as she ground our
naked bodies together.

   Spurred on by my need, I reached between us and guided the head of my
cock along the lips of her pussy, parting them slightly.  She was soaking
wet and her hot fluids coated the head of my cock.

   "You ready?" I asked.  She nodded.

   "Let me know if it hurts.  I'll go slow."

   "I'll be fine."

   Slowly, she rocked back against my cock and began impaling herself.  She
groaned as the walls of her pussy began stretching to accommodate me.  The
sensation of her slowly enveloping me was nearly overwhelming and I
struggled not to thrust into her with everything I had.  I wanted her like
I had never wanted anything in my life, but I knew she needed me to be
gentle for now.

   "So good," she breathed.

   "God, yes." I agreed as I withdrew and slowly slid back into her body.

   Skye pushed herself up into a sitting position again, moaning softly
each time she raised and lowered on my hard dick.  The sight of my shaft
disappearing into my sister's tight, wet hole took my breath away.  My hand
pawed down her chest across her taut stomach, making her muscles flutter at
my touch.

   "Feel me," She demanded in a gravelly voice, grabbing my hand and
bringing it up to her breast.  Her back arched, thrusting her tits at me.

   I rubbed and squeezed her breast, keeping her hard nipple excited with
little pulls and teases.  I ran my other hand through her hair and down the
side of her face.  She caught my thumb in her mouth and sucked on it
seductively.  She was a stunning vision of beauty as she began undulating
against me.

   Her eyes met mine when she released my thumb and lingered there.  We
were fucking in earnest now, meeting each other's thrusts and punctuating
them with sharp breaths and moans.  As we moved together, I became aware
that I had never felt anything like this.  This felt stronger, more
passionate, more intimate than any sex I had ever had.  This felt... 
right. I wanted it to last forever.  I wanted her to look at me with her
eyes full of love and lust like this forever.

   "I love you so much," I groaned as my cock thrust into her again.  The
sensation building in my balls told me that I wasn't going to last much
longer.  She felt so incredible and it had been too long.

   I wrapped my arms around her before she could respond and rolled us both
until I was on top of her.  She brought her legs up around my waist,
staring into my eyes as I kept fucking her.

   "I'm so close, baby," she breathed.  "Don't stop."

   I had no intention of stopping.  My need for her was burning inside me,
threatening to boil over at any moment.  I couldn't wait to cum inside her,
painting the walls of her pussy with my desire.  To somehow make her
understand how much I needed her and loved her.  How much I wanted her to
be mine and mine alone.

   The familiar tingling sensation began surging up the length of my cock
and I fought to hold back until she came.  She was panting erratically
under my assault, pawing at my sides and back with need.  Mercifully, her
back suddenly arched beneath me as she gripped the sheets beside her.  Her
head was thrown back and Skye let out a loud moan punctuated by a series of
rapid whimpers as her body quivered beneath mine.

   I seized her hips, pulling her tightly against me as my dick lurched
uncontrollably, spraying great bursts of my semen deep inside her.  I
forgot to breathe, completely lost to the sensations.  It felt like I was
never going stop cumming at first.  Months of need and tension seemed to
pour out of my cock into my little sister's body.  Finally, the last of my
energy gave out, and I collapsed on top of her with my chest heaving,
struggling to catch my breath.

   As I rolled to my side, Skye let out a sigh as my deflating cock slid
out of her.  She had her eyes closed, still basking in the aftermath of her
orgasm.  We were both covered in sweat and breathing hard.

   "You okay?" I asked, smoothing her hair down with a hand as I gently
cupped the side of her face.

   "I'm perfect.  That was perfect," she replied, tilting her face toward
my palm.  "This is my dream, you know?"

   "Losing your virginity?"

   "No.  Well, yes.  But I mean us.  Together like this.  I've dreamed
about this a long time." Skye snuggled up against me, smiling to herself.

   "How long have you felt like this?"

   "Mm...  Forever.  I think it started when I hurt my knee.  Do you
remember that?" She draped her leg with the bad knee across my body,
purposely dragging her foot sensually along my side.

   "Of course I remember.  But that was like six years ago."

   "I know it was.  You were at the meet that night.  You never missed my
gymnastics events.  Even if mom was working, you were there to cheer for
me. But when I got hurt, you were right there.  You wouldn't leave.  At the
hospital, before mom got there, you wouldn't leave the room.  I was scared
and the nurse kept trying to get you to leave and you wouldn't move."

   "They kept threatening to call security on me, I remember."

   "You told the head nurse at eat a dick," she chuckled softly, nuzzling
her face against my neck.  Her lips tickled as she spoke but I said nothing
about it.

   "It was West Memorial, mom always says they suck.  There was no way I
was gonna leave you alone in the ER with those assholes until she got
there."

   "Yeah, but you made me feel safe.  You always make me feel safe.  And
loved.  Even when I'm being a little shit."

   "You?  A little shit?  Never." I smirked.  My hand trailed down the
curve of her spine, pausing just above her ass.  Even though we'd just had
sex, the feel of her sexy nude body against my skin was enticing.

   "Especially in high school.  I was so jealous every time you would talk
about some girl you met at school.  Oh god, it drove me nuts." She kissed
my neck again.  "I wanted you to talk about me the way you did them.  That
one girl, Julie?  I hated her so much."

   "I remember Julie.  She was a sweet girl."

   "The way she would lean against the lockers when you would talk to her,
batting her eyelashes and always tucking her hair behind her ear." Skye
made a noise of disgust that made me chuckle.

   "She wasn't like that.  Hell, I was shocked she gave me the time of day.
I wasn't even sure she liked me."

   "She flirted so hard with you.  How could you not see it?"

   "Wait a minute!  That was the day you made me bring you home to change
clothes because you accidentally sat in ketchup in the cafeteria." I cocked
an eyebrow.

   "Told you I was a little shit."

   "Can't argue there."

   "I used to beat myself up about it.  Telling myself I was a twisted
little bitch for wanting to be with my own brother like that.  I felt so
guilty when I would pull some stunt to get you to pay attention to me
instead of whatever girl you were hung up on.  But I couldn't stop myself.
So many times I wanted to yell at you that I was right here."

   "I never knew."

   "Whitney was the hardest to take," Skye clung to me a little tighter. 
"Because I knew you were sleeping with her."

   I hugged her back, feeling a little guilty for the times Whitney and I
had sex in my room when I knew Skye was home, not realizing the feelings
she was dealing with.

   "God, I'm pathetic," she sighed.

   "Why would you say that?"

   "I can't believe I'm telling you this."

   "What is it?" I asked.

   "I used to sit in the hall and listen to you with her.  I didn't want
to, but I couldn't stop myself.  Sometimes I'd try to imagine what you were
doing that caused her to moan that way or whatever.  But mostly I just
cried because it wasn't me.  I wanted it to be me so badly."

   She buried her face in my shoulder and I held her close to me.

   "I'm sorry, baby.  I didn't know," I whispered into her hair, kissing
the top of her head and stroking her bare back.

   "I know you didn't," she mumbled.  "It's me now.  That's all that
matters."

   We both lay silently for a few minutes.  I didn't really know what to
say.  Six years?  I felt pretty pathetic for nearly losing my mind after
only a couple of months.  She kept her feelings for me hidden for six
years. That was kind of mind-blowing.

   Finally, she propped herself up on an elbow.

   "I need a shower," Skye yawned as she climbed out of the bed and
stretched.

   Watching my sister stretch in the nude rapidly made its way near the top
of my mental list of sexiest things I'd personally witnessed.

   "You coming?" She asked, smiling over her shoulder at me.

   She didn't have to ask twice.

   The upstairs bathroom was relatively small.  There was a modest sink,
mirror that doubled as a medicine cabinet, toilet, and a shower stall with
no bathtub.  Up until that very moment, I had never considered the
possibility of fitting two people in the shower.

   We took turns washing each other, leading to some comical moments when
she made me kneel so she could wash my hair because she wasn't tall enough
to rinse it without risking getting shampoo in her eyes.  There wasn't any
room in the shower to really get up to anything, but I still made sure to
take my time washing the more interesting and intimate parts of her body
and she did the same with mine.

   "Are you sore?" I asked, worrying I'd been too rough with her.  I
slipped on a pair of boxers and hung the towel over the shower curtain rod
to dry.

   "No.  Well, maybe a little.  Not enough to care about."

   "I didn't see any blood.  Not to get all super personal, I just thought
that there would be."

   "Questioning my virginity?" She smirked.

   "Not at all, was just concerned." I took a defensive step back.

   "I have toys, you know.  And I may have gotten a little overzealous the
night after the concert."

   "Toys, eh?  Should I be intimidated?  I've seen some pretty damned big
toys."

   I brought my hands up about two feet apart to approximate a ridiculously
large dildo length.  She laughed and slid her nude, still damp little body
between my hands and hugged me.

   "They are toys of a perfectly reasonable size and you have no
expectations to live up to because of them."

   I made a mock sigh of relief.

   "Now can we take your fragile male ego back to bed?  I'm tired." She
rolled her eyes as she pulled on her pajama top and walked out of the
bathroom bottomless.

   Even though her shirt covered her ass, my mind still lingered on the
idea that the shirt was all she had on.  I'd just spent over an hour naked
with her and still wasn't ready for her to have clothes on again.  I pulled
her back toward me and fondled her ass with one hand, keeping the other
around her waist.

   She giggled, wrapping her arms around the arm holding her waist and
leaned her head back against my chest, submitting herself to my groping.

   I felt her craning her neck and glanced down to see that she was trying
to kiss me but wasn't tall enough.  For once, I didn't make a joke and
simply leaned down to meet her kiss.  She felt so good in my arms.  She
felt right somehow, even though everything I had been taught told me it was
wrong.

   Skye dropped a towel over the wet spot on the bed from our earlier
lovemaking and stretched across the bed in a long, feline-like way before
noticing me staring at her from the side of the bed.

   "I could get used to that."

   "What?" I replied.

   "The way you watch me," she smiled a little, biting her lower lip.

   I turned off the bedroom light and crawled into bed where she
immediately wrapped herself around me.

   "Noticed you never answered my question earlier."

   "What's that?" she yawned into my shoulder.

   "I asked if you had ever been on a date.  You didn't answer me.  Not
that I was complaining."

   "Guys ask me out often enough, but no.  I knew who I wanted to be with."
She snuggled against me for emphasis.  "Unless you count the concert, of
course."

   "That wasn't exactly a date," I chuckled, tracing the curve of her spine
with my fingertips.

   "Well, I got felt up, so I thought I might be able to count it." I felt
her lips smiling against my neck.

   "God, I felt fucking horrible about that."

   "I didn't want to make you feel bad.  I had the best time that night.  I
wanted to talk on the way back.  I had myself convinced I was finally going
to go for it.  I was gonna pour my heart out and hope you wouldn't freak
out."

   Her hand was gently stroking the side of my face as she spoke and I
kissed her thumb as it crossed the corner of my mouth.

   "Why didn't you?"

   "I chickened out.  Like always.  Afraid you would freak out and reject
me.  Or worse."

   "I can definitely relate."

   She nodded her agreement against my neck and yawned.  It wasn't long
before I yawned myself, triggering her to do the same.  We both started
giggling at the contagious nature of yawns.

   "I know it's ridiculous, but I'm almost afraid to go to sleep.  It's
like there's this silly little girl inside me who is afraid that I'll wake
up alone in the morning and this never happened." Her voice was a barely
audible whisper, thick with exhaustion.

   A few moments later, I rolled my eyes when the snoring began.

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   END OF PART TWO
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