Nekane

“Ahhh…god…that’s…that’s…sooo good,” she whispered almost to herself. And then, looking up at each other, they burst into laughter. Their restorative 20 minutes passed, their rest having fulfilled its purpose, Andy ended a kiss with “you have options now, Jules” whispered into her ear. She crept once more downstairs to her post, wondering at the situation between her best friend and her brother. Finally he turned and led her down the stairs. This was something she had never anticipated, never expected, never hoped for. Another falling back onto the bed in each other’s arms, and another exhausted rest in which each had only the energy to kiss slowly, caress lightly, and speak softly of the pleasure they had felt, their tones hinting to each other the gratitude they felt for the other’s gift. There followed in quick succession the quiet unzipping of a dress, the thin sound of fabric sliding on skin, the clinking sound of Andy’s belt on the floor, muffled slightly by the plumping sound of more clothes falling.