By the time, he reached the Heron Point property line, Alexis was a sweet, but receding, memory.
* *
“Hey, Laney, where are you, Lane?”
“Here, Rafe, I’m in the kitchen.”
“Have you already eaten?”
“No, I was just getting ready to put a pizza in the oven. Does that sound all right to you?”
“Pizza sounds great. I’m starved.”
“Are you staying home tonight, Rafe?”
“Yep.”
“I’m really glad. Mom and Dad went to some banquet in Washington. They’re spending the weekend. They gave the staff the time off. I was dreading being here all alone.”
“So that means it’s just the two of us?”
“Yes.”
“Good. C’mere, Sweetie.”
He had jumped up to sit on the counter top. She walked to where she was standing between his legs. He circled them around her and pulled her tight against the counter. Then he leaned down and kissed her, putting her hand on his crotch. Her knees felt weak.
“Do you think you’ll be ready to go to bed early tonight, Lane?” he murmured in her ear.
*
He watched her as she brought him his pizza, then sat beside him at the table in the kitchen. She was twelve now. She’d always been a pretty little girl but you could begin to tell that she was going to be beautiful in a few more years. She was about 5’3 and he guessed she weighed about a hundred pounds. She had a cute little butt in her jeans and her breasts were starting to swell under her 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 more question, Rafe?”
“You can ask me as many questions as you want.”
“Do you still love me best?”
“Not just best, Laney, but only. You’re the only person I love.”
He pulled her to him and put his arms around her.
“Can I stay here with you tonight, Rafe?”
“Yes, Honey.”
She told herself to wake up during the night just to feel him there. Once, he was snuggled up beside her with his face in her neck. She could feel the warms puffs of his breath against her shoulder. His chest was against her back, his groin against her bottom, and his arm across her waist. The next time she woke, he was on his back with one hand on her thigh. She thought it was probably the happiest night of her life, being able to spend the whole time with him right beside her.
When she awoke in the morning, he’d kicked off the covers and was lying naked on his side, facing away from her. His body was so beautiful, so brown and lean. She could see one muscular shoulder and the sweep of his torso and one hip and his long legs. She wanted to reach out and run her hand along his length but she didn’t want to disturb him.
“I can feel you staring at me, Lane,” he said in a low voice, rolling in her direction.
“I was thinking I wish I could wake up in bed with you every morning.”
“You know that can never be, Honey.”
“I know, Rafe, I was just wishing.”
“But, we’re here now, Laney, so I expect we’d better take advantage of it while we can, don’t you?”
*
They rode the horses to the cabin on Mount Vincennes. He packed food and cooked them hamburgers on the grill, then made love to her in the bedroom there - and then again in the pool when they got back to the house.
That night in bed, he asked her, “aren’t you taking a sex ed class this year, Lane?”
“Yes.”
“Have you learned about masturbation yet?”
“No, what’s masturbation?”
“It’s when you make yourself come, Laney. I think it’s something you need to learn to do so when I’m not here you can still make yourself feel good.”
“But I don’t want to do it to myself, Rafe, I want you to do it and if you’re not here, I’ll just wait. I don’t even think I could do it myself because it doesn’t sound, it doesn’t even sound fun!”
“It would be fun for me, Honey, it would be fun for me to watch. Will you do it for me?”
“Do I have to, Rafe?”
He tickled her in her ribs. “Let’s put it this way, Lane. If you do it so I can watch, it will turn me on and make my cock hard and if my cock gets hard, then I can fuck you, so you have to do something for me if you want me to do something for you.”
She sighed. “Okay, Rafe, tell me what to do.”
“Spread your legs apart and put your hand down there and just do what I do when I make you come by touching you.” He began to whisper in her ear. “Think about me watching, Lane, and how it’s making me hot.”
And that’s what finally did it. She really didn’t have any desire to do it for herself so in her mind she thought about pleasing him. She pictured him watching and getting hard. And she thought about how when it was over, he’d get on top of her and she’d feel him sliding into her. She started to get that feeling and she rubbed herself faster and harder until she arched her back and gave a little cry. And instantly, he was on her and fulfilled his part of the bargain.
*
He let her stay with him again. Much as she loved everything he did, that was the very best part, being able to reach out and touch him any time she wanted to.
*
The next day, it was off to school again. She got on the bus feeling tired and let-down. She’d barely slept. She hated it that this wonderful weekend was over. Meanwhile, he was feeling a sense of anticipation. The time with Alexis was over; he’d thoroughly done his duty by Lane. Now he was ready to check out his options. He’d had his eye on a tall red-headed senior in his English class. He knew from looks she’d given him that all he had to do was beckon but before he did that, he’d look around a little. The redhead would always be there when he was ready.
* *
“Rafe, will you do something for me?”
“What’s that, Laney?”
“Will you teach me how to dance? The seventh grade is having a sock hop in the gym. I’m really looking forward to going but I’m afraid I’ll feel stupid because I don’t know how to dance.”
“Well, sure, Honey. After lunch we’ll go down to the basement and turn on the stereo and I’ll show you.”
They started with slow dancing.
“There’s two ways to put your arms, Lane. Probably with most kids, you’ll put them around the boy’s neck, like this.” He illustrated. “But if it’s a boy who has been to dance class, like all our brothers, though thankfully, that’s another thing Mom and Dad forgot with us, then you’ll put one hand on his shoulder and he’ll hold your other hand, like this. Just wait and see what he prefers.”
He turned on a slow, romantic song.
“Now, Lane, here’s the part that’s important since you’re the girl. You just need to let yourself be loose and get into the music and follow the boy. I’m going to start and you just sort of feel what I’m doing and let your steps match mine.” He danced her around the floor. At first she was a little awkward.
“Relax, Sweetie, you’re trying too hard. Just let me guide you.”
And then she got it. Pressed against him, she felt herself anticipating his next move until their steps together were smooth and graceful. She felt her chest lightly pressed against his and her groin barely touching his and her head against his cheek.
“It’s almost like having sex standing up,” she told him.
He chuckled. “It can be if you like the person you’re dancing with well enough.”
“I like you well enough.”
“I know, Honey.”
*
After that, he taught her how to do all the latest fast dances - both the ones you did apart and the ones together, where he swung her around and under his arm and caught her again around her waist.
“You’ll do,” he told her, “you’re plenty good enough for a 7th grade sock hop.”
“Who taught you how to dance, Rafe?”
He thought about it for a minute. “Well, I don’t know, Lane. I guess I don’t remember that anyone did.”
“How do you get so good at everything, Rafe, without anybody even having to show you?”
He shrugged. “I don’t know. Maybe I watched them dancing on t.v. or something.”
* *
“Well, Laney,” he said first thing in the morning, “today you’re a teenager.”
“I know, isn’t it cool? A teenager!”
“I’ve got a present for you tonight when we go to bed.”
“What, Rafe?”
“It’s a secret. You’ll find out tonight.”
“Rafe, you always make me wait for things!”
“That’s because looking forward to something is almost as much fun as actually doing it.”
“I’ll be in a tizz all day thinking about it!”
“Your grades are good enough, you can afford to be in a tizz for one day.”
*
She was in a tizz all day. She would read her history chapter and then realize she didn’t remember a thing she’d just read. Or quit right in the middle of doing a math problem. She kept thinking what new thing there could possibly be that he hadn’t already shown her. It seemed like they’d done everything that could be done. They’d done it with him on top and with her on top. They’d done it with him sitting in a chair and her sitting down on him. They’d done it with mouths and hands, in the shower and in the pool.
“Elena, are you feeling all right?”
“Oh, yes, Mrs. Peterson. I just lost my train of thought.”
“Well, would you try to find it again and finish your problem?”
“Yes, Mrs Peterson, I’m sorry.”
*
Her parents had forgotten her birthday again so there was no cake and no presents but she didn’t care. She kept watching the clock, waiting for it to get to be bedtime.
*
“I want you to roll onto your belly, Lane. I’m going to fuck you in your butt.”
She was shocked. “Do people do that, Rafe?”
“Yes, they do, Sweetie. You have to trust me though. Do you trust me, Lane?”
“You know I do.”
“Okay, I’m going to tell you the truth. It’s going to hurt at first but you just have to get through it and pretty soon, the pleasure will overtake the pain. I promise. That’s why I waited until you were 13 to do it.”
He put a fat pillow under her so her rear stuck up in the air.
“It’s one more place to put myself inside you, Lane, and I want to be inside you every way I can.”
First he kissed her on the back of her neck and then on her shoulders and then down her back and finally, he gave her tiny soft bites on her butt cheeks until she was shivering with anticipation. Then she felt him hold her apart with his hand and put his cock right up against her. She could feel the stickiness where he’d smeared himself with something to make it slick.
“I’m going in now, Lane.”
Oh, wow, he was right. It hurt a lot. She heard herself whimpering a little. Tears were oozing out of her eyes.
“Does it hurt too bad, Laney? Do you want me to stop?”
“No, keep going. I want you in me as far as you can go, Rafe.”
“It helps if you can make yourself relax.”
“I’ll try.”
“I’m all the way in. I’m going to start moving in and out, just like I do when I fuck you. It will start to feel good before long.”
And he was right. Pretty soon as he moved back and forth, she thought of herself like being a water balloon, only filled with joy instead of water, he just kept filling her fuller and fuller until she knew she couldn’t hold much more and when she finally popped, the joy just spilled all over. She felt like it was flooding her blood and her muscles and her bones and most of all, her brain.
“Oh, Rafe, oh God, oh God, oh God,” but whispered. She was surprised she remembered she had to be quiet.
“I want you to tell you something about this, Lane.”
“What?”
“You’re going to be grown up someday and what we do isn’t going to be enough. That means you’ll ha
ve sex with other men.”
“No!”
“Yes, when the time comes, Honey, that’s what you’ll need to do. I don’t care if you let them fuck you the regular way but I want one part of you that only belongs to me and that means this.” He patted her on her seat. “Nobody’s cock but mine, have you got that, Lane?”
“I don’t even want to think about ever being with anyone but you, Rafe.”
“Do you swear, Laney?”
“I swear.”
“Good.”
“I love you, Rafe. Can I stay here with you tonight, please? It’s my thirteenth birthday, please, Rafe, let me stay.”
“No, only when we’re the only ones home. Give me a kiss and go on over to your room, Sweetie.”
*
The next time he fucked her, he wore a condom. He showed her what it was and told her how it worked.
“Even though you haven’t started your period yet, it’s going to happen soon and that will mean you can get pregnant. That would be a very, very bad thing to happen.”
She definitely agreed with that! She didn’t like the condom very well though and wished he didn’t have to wear it. She wished nothing ever had to change from the way it had always been.
* *
Rafe was walking down the hall at school, just minding his own business, when Bobby Kelly charged over and punched him in the side of the head. Bobby was a big kid. He was a senior, 18, a tackle on the football team. He outweighed Rafe by at least 60 pounds. The force of his strike knocked Rafe to the floor. He felt blood running down the side of his mouth. He rolled over onto his back.
“That’s for stealing my girlfriend,” Bobby snarled.
Rafe made no effort to get up. A small crowd had formed around them.
“Well, I didn’t have to do much to steal her, Bobby,” he drawled in a slow, lazy voice. He held up his hand with his little finger crooked, “just that much. Besides, Bobby, why are you so pissed? I gave her back new and improved after I was done teaching how to give a really good blow job.” His smile went flashing across his face.
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