Page 22 of Bad to the Bone

“Don’t try and weasel it out of him,” Kim says, turning around in his seat. “I’ve tried. He’s impregnable.”

“Oh... poor word choice, Aunt Kim.” Shannon grimaces at the thought.

“Hey! I’m not old! I can still get pregnant.”

“By my BROTHER?” Shannon squeals.

The reality of just how close our relationships are hits us all at once, eliciting snickers and smiles from all three of us. Despite the strangeness of it all, I can’t help but to feel content with this moment. You know those guys who talk about taking care of their family like it’s a divine calling? I think at this moment, driving down the highway, with the sun forming a faint pink light at the end of the horizon, I can understand what they mean.

Kim and Shannon nod off peacefully as we pass through the miles of open road, leaving me alone with my thoughts. I roll the windows down and play the radio down low. My phone rings twice, but I don’t bother answering. I know who it is. I also know that if he wants to find me, he can. He doesn’t want to talk, he wants me to comply, and that’s something that I just cannot do. For better or worse, he made his family and now he must live with the reality of what he’s made.

I am busy building mine.

The sun is up when we pull into the parking lot of Painted Rock Spa and Retreat. It’s one of those little “back to nature” places that is one part hippie ashram and one part upscale spa. Most importantly, it’s out of the way. You aren’t likely to find this place if you’re not looking for it and there isn’t anything else around for miles.

We check into our rooms, Shannon in a single across the hall and Kim and I in a suite and agree to meet in the “reception hall” for breakfast around 9. Kim wastes no time peeling off her clothes and getting into the shower. Without thinking, I follow her in and sit on the vanity while she stands under the steaming jets. It might seem weird but I don’t have a single dirty thought in my head. I just think she’s beautiful.

“Are you coming in?” She asks over her shoulder.

“No.”

“Are you sure?”

“Do you want me to join you?”

“You have to shower anyway. You might as well,” she says shyly. I strip down, careful to keep my look of indifference in place as I enter the shower stall with her. Her skin is slightly red from the heat of the shower, and the water makes its way down her body in fascinating rivulets. She turns to look at me with a heated look, but doesn’t move.

“Aren’t you going to wash?”

“....”

“Do you want me to wash you?” I take the bar of soap and wash cloth provided by the resort and begin to work up a good lather. She obediently lets me wash her body, caressing all of the soft curves and valleys of her form. As I move down her body, she rests her hands on my shoulders. As my fingers slide up her thighs a soft sigh escapes her lips and her eyelids flutter downward.

“You like this?”

“I miss you,” she says, as if it answers my question.

It’s only been a few days since we last made love, but her body responds as if I’ve neglected her. Without meaning to, I find myself caught in her body’s magnetic field, mixing feelings of tenderness with pure lust. The touches that were once loving and worshipful become seductive and teasing. By the time I rinse all of the soap away I am rock hard and losing focus.

“You’re not playing fair,” I say, panting softly.

“I’m not doing anything,” she says, smiling coquettishly.

“Then why am I hard?”

She looks down innocently, and then back up at me with wide eyes.

“Did I do that?”

Her innocent act makes my cock throb and sends a catastrophic cascade through my mind, killing any chance of a witty comeback.

“Then let me help you with that,” she says, wrapping her warm hand around my engorged cock and stroking it roughly.

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