Page 25 of Heat Wave
“I was just going to say I don’t think I can do it myself. I’m worried I’ll fall.”
Well, shit!
“Yeah, I’ll help you, baby.” I'll always be here to help her.
She gives me a sleepy smile before pulling her panties down.
I follow her into the bathroom like she’s the god damned Pied Piper. Once in there, she seems lost. “I need to, um….”
I yank my shirt over my head and start the shower.
“Come on, sweetheart.”
“Don’t you need to get naked too?” Her brow creases, and she looks at me like I might have lost my mind…and I am pretty sure I will after I'm out of a shower with Oakley.
“Not this time, baby.”
“Oh, okay.”
She takes my hand, and I help her step in before following behind her. When the warm water hits her, she moans and melts a little. Her body leaning back into mine.
Shit! Shit! Shit!
“Let’s do your hair first, sweet girl.”
“Mmm, kay.”
I focus my attention on the locks in my hands and the job at hand, and not on how the water beads against her skin and drips off the tips of her pert nipples. Or how good she smells even covered in stale beer.
“I can do this part.” She takes the soap and scrubs her skin before letting the soap slip from her fingers.
I spend a good five minutes just looking at the bar of soap lying on the shower floor. If I bend down to pick it up, my face will be right next to her pussy, and I am not strong enough to keep myself from burying my face in it. I know that. If she bends down, she is going to finally notice the massive hard-on I’ve been sporting ever since, well, since I threw her over my shoulder thatfirst night. I’ve been doing a pretty good job of hiding it since then, but there is no hiding it this time.
“I’ll get it.”
“Nope! Are you done with it?”
She nods and leans against me, all warm curves and wet, sleek skin.
“Then we’re going to leave it there until later.”
“Oh. Okay. How much later?”
I don't answer her, “You ready to come out, baby?”
My dick is raw, rubbing against the denim of my wet jeans this entire time, and my control is beyond shaken. I need to put her in bed and spend the rest of the night cumming with the help of my hand and all the sexy images she’s given me.
“Yeah. If we have to.”
She lets me step out first and wrap her in a towel. And a thought floats through my head as she looks up at me with so much trust. Does she think of me as nothing more than her friend? A brother even?
Not that I wouldn’t want to be Oakley’s friend, but I don’t feel this way about my friends. And certainly not my sister.
She brings her fingers up to my cheek and smiles.
“I love you, Way.”
I don’t think she means it like I want her to. Sadness takes over as she leans up on her tiptoes and kisses me. It’s bittersweet and is sobering enough that I find the strength to push her away from me just a bit.
