Chapter 4
Cathy was totally refreshed and pleased with her first experience with someone of her own sex. It was good. It was new and exciting, she told herself. And it didn't leave her with any hang-ups or guilt-feelings. She noted with surprise.
Meanwhile, as the four of them ate dinner, Valerie found herself wondering whether she was homosexual. It had all happened so innocently, she tried to rationalize. One thing just led to the other and she got swept away in the heat of it, doing things she never dreamed of doing before. Why had she been so bent on watching her fingers touch and enter another woman like that? she asked herself. Why did she kiss it? That bothered her more than anything else and she was becoming obsessed with the thought. Her mind vividly replayed the moment she eyed those soft, moist, pink lips and suddenlv found herself swooping down to plant a kiss there.
"Are you all right?" Cathy asked in a whisper as they washed the dinner dishes.
"Yes," she answered softly, wishing she could talk about it, but not wanting Allen and Peter, who were in the living room, to hear them.
"You hardly touched your dinner," Cathy said. "And I think I know what's wrong ... but we can't talk about it now. So, put it out of your head until tomorrow. ... It's not as bad as you imagine it to be ... nothing ever is."
"All right," she responded, but found the advice to be of no practical use. At the moment, all she wanted to do was go to her room to seek the escape only sleep could bring her. But she fought it off. not wanting-to arouse suspicion, and endured the evening ritual of sitting in the living room to watch television and chat during the commercials.
When the time finally came and she found herself tucked into bed, she discovered the loneliness even more unbearable and the nagging thoughts more prominent in her mind. It also bothered her to think how totally relaxed and contented Cathy seemed to be. Perhaps she was the homosexual, Valerie told herself, rationalizing that she was only the victim of her aunt's conniving lust. But it didn't relieve the depression.
The entire house seemed so dark and quiet, she thought. Too dark and too quiet to remain alone with her thoughts rushing her pell-mell into insanity, she decided and slipped out of bed. She found herself drawn to the door connecting her room with her brother's.
"Are you awake?" she whispered through the closed door. At the same time she tried the knob and was relieved to find it unlocked.
Opening the door slightly, she whispered into the darkness, "Are you awake, Peter?"
"Yeah," he answered.
"Can I come in?"
"Sure," he said softly, reaching over to turn on the lamp beside his bed.
"I just couldn't sleep," Valerie continued in a whisper as she padded barefoot across the room to sit on the side of the bed. "Brrrrr ... it's cold," she added, pulling her legs up to sit on her feet for warmth.
"Is there anything wrong?" he asked with concern, bringing himself to a sitting position.
"I don't know," she sighed. "Maybe I just got homesick. I guess I'm worried about Mom." She couldn't bring herself to talk about her real problem.
"I've had a few nights like that myself," Peter said. "I guess it's not so bad when you're working your ass off all day. But when there's nothing to do ... man, I go nuts thinking...." He stopped abruptly, catching himself before he said the wrong thing. Then quickly added, " ... thinking about Mom and all."
"That's it exactly," she lied back.
In the silence that followed, Valerie realized she was only wearing a sheer nightgown and her brother could see right through it. It struck her funny to think how all their lives they had been kept from seeing each other naked, and now he could see just about everything.
"If Mom saw me sitting here like this she'd die." Valerie laughed, breaking the silence.
"I wish to hell she hadn't been so damn strict," he mumbled angrily. "It sure screwed up my head. I didn't know what a girl had un til I was in school and the other kids brought in dirty pictures....Shit, I know guys who were brought up taking baths with their sisters. And they didn't think anything of it. But me ... I had to sneak peaks up girl's dresses. If you only knew how many times I wanted to slip into your room and see you undressed. Just to see for myself. But I was afraid you'd tell Mom, or she'd catch me doing it."
"I didn't realize it bothered you so much," she said, surprised by his sudden burst of anger. "You should have told me."
"It's different for a guy," he said. "It's not so funny when you're with a girl and you start to fool around, working your ass off to get her undressed and then come in your pants at the first glimpse of her tits."
"I guess not," Valerie laughed. "But don't feel bad, my head is all screwed up too. We've just got to straighten out our problems as best we can. And Aunt Cathy says we're crazy to be so damn timid. She's even going to help me get over my shyness."
"When did she tell you that?"
"This afternoon."
"Did she say anything else?" he asked with alarm. "I mean ... did she say anything about me? ... my shyness?"
"Just that she wanted to help us and we should do and say whatever we wanted and screw it if it's wrong."
"Is that all?" he asked, wishing immediately he hadn't and covering up by asking, "How do you like Aunt Cathy?"
"She's all right," Valerie answered, forcing herself not to think about her aunt's question able sex habits. "Once you pet to know her, she real easv to talk to. You should really get to talk to her. I'll bet she'd help you too."
"Maybe you're right," he sighed.
"While we're on the subject" she added. "WW do you think of Uncle Allen?"
"He's real cool. But if I were you, I'd be careful. ... I get the impression he's girl-crazy. When we were fishing today, that's all he talked about ... you know. sex. I think he was hinting around for me to fix him up with someone. I kinda laughed it off. and then got the impression he was going to fix me up!"
"I think it's all talk." she said "I've been alone with him quite a bit, and while he talks in a roundabout way on the subject, he never tried to get fresh."
They fell silent again as each weighed their experiences and tried to come to terms with their nagging feelings. For Valerie, the aunt and uncle presented a conflicting image now: he was obviously straight, she decided, so perhaps Cathy was too. Or was he getting his sex elsewhere, while she was playing with girls?
Meanwhile, Peter was only concerned with his own problem of premature ejaculation. The fact that his aunt had witnessed his inadequacy only made it a source of embarrassment.
When Valerie glanced at her brother, she noticed he was staring at her thinly veiled breasts and began to wonder if her body excited him. She decided to find out, "Would you come in your pants if you saw my tits?"
"Knock it off," he said, blushing at the thought and not sure whether he would or not.
"Did you ever play, 'I'll show you mine if you show me yours'?" she asked with a grin.
"Lots of times," he lied. "When I was a kid."
"Then let's play it now," she shot back, quickly moving to a kneeling position beside him on the bed.
"Hey! Knock it off," he said, trying to avoid another traumatic experience.
"Don't be such a prude, Peter. It's only a game. And you even brought up the subject of how we never saw each other naked. Well, now is our chance."
"Well that was different. I meant when we were kids."
Valerie stared into his eyes, trying to think of some way to change his mind. It was nice just watching him strain his eyes to see through the pink nightgown, she decided. But her real objective was to see whether his male member excited her. She felt it would be a good test of her own subconscious desires to see what her reaction would be.
"If that's the way you want to be," she sighed, slipping the nightgown off her shoulders and letting it drop to the bed. His eyes were immediately drawn to her firm, hard-nippled breasts and all the naked flesh her kneeling position offered him. "I'm not ashamed ... see?"
"It's different for a girl," he gulped, wanting desperately to see more and itching to touch her.
"That's how much you know," she pretended to sulk, suddenly aware that her female charm was still in tact and she would use it to bend him to her will. "Girls get curious too ... we want to see a guy's hard-on, just like you want to see my tits....They're nice aren't they? Solid too. See how full and perfectly pear-shaped they are? Ever see such cute nipples? All hard and quivering, just to see your cock for a minute."
"Val ... I've gotta tell you something...." he said with a great effort. "I think there's something wrong with my cock."
"What is it?" she asked suddenly worried.
"The fuckin' thing always comes at the wrong time ... you know ... to soon."
"You scared the life out of me," she said. "I thought you meant diseased! What you're talking about it probably common for guys your age. How much experience have you had with girls?"
"A little. But I always come before I can get it in."
Valerie didn't wait for his approval, she whipped the covers down and found the object of their discussion standing rigid through the fly of his pajamas. Her mouth filled with saliva and her body tingled from head to toe with longing.
She swallowed hard before saying, "That's quite a hunk of meat. And the next time a girl asks to see it ... you whip it with out pride."
"Yeah ... and come all over the place," he groaned.
"Remember that little whore in my gym class?" she asked, waited for him to nod before continuing, "I heard her telling the girls about a guy that had the same problem. But instead of getting flustered, he told her, 'My second shot is always the best anyway.' Then he proceeded to ball her ass off. And she was crazy about him after that."
As Peter considered the wisdom of his sister's advice, she reached out a hand and began stroking the hot meat. They both focused their attention on the pulsing, ballooning head then. Valerie was fascinated by the purple, mushroom knob that seemed to breathe independently on the end of his vein popping shaft. It's eye was blinking and oozing droplets of white sap that seemed to fill the room with an odor of maleness. It was repugnant, but at the same time intoxicating. Her whole body seemed to react to the fragrance with an intense excitement, causing her own juices to stir and seep from her crotch.
Without taking her eyes from the throbbing meat in her pumping fist, she inched up Peter's side and said, "Feel my tits, Peter. Touch and fondle them all you want. We've got to make that gorgeous cock of yours come. Then we'll see what happens the second time."
"Mmmmm," Peter sighed, running his hands over her quivering nipples and fondling her firm orbs with tender affection. "You've got beautiful tits, sis. Nice and full and hard and ... and beautiful."
"Are they making you come?" she asked eagerly, watching his spear for a telltale sign.
"It's hard to say. I'm all hot and ready ... but I don't know if it's ready to shoot vet. Could you open your legs and let me see that?"
"Ooowwww, ves! Here look all you want ... touch it if you like."
The suggestion set off a spark in her that quickly grew to a flame between her legs. And as his fingers wove through the soft golden hair, she found herself riding her own pink cloud of desires, stroking his shaft faster and imagining it was seated between her legs, but couldn't bring herself to even think of satisfying that longing. It wasn't because Peter was her brother, she told herself. The fear of intercourse went deeper than that. But she knew she could gain enormous thrills with his hands and fingers touching and exploring her.
"Keep jerking it, Val," Peter groaned. "I'm almost there ... I can feel it churning in my balls."
"Then finger me!" she gulped. "I'm coming too."
As his middle finger slithered into the heat and moistness of her body, his weapon fired and Valerie watched the foamy lava squirt into the air. She was already at the peak of excitement, but the sight of his passion-juice being spent because of her own ministering to his throbbing meat brought on her own climax. She bounced on his finger in rhythm to her stroking fist on his spitting serpent.
"Unnnngggghhhh," she gasped. "Ohhhh ... nnnggghh ... ahhh."
"Wow!" Peter said, "This is the greatest. Mmmmm ... just squeeze me hard ... that's it ... mmmmm."
"Now that's what I call togetherness," she breathed, relaxing her grip on his prong and sitting gently on his hand, with his finger still inserted in her drenched sex. "And you lasted pretty long that time. I thought you would come much faster."
"Do you really think so?" he asked. "Maybe you were right about my needing more experience. I'll bet the whole problem could be solved if I just had someone with your patience to teach me."
"Well, we're going to see about that in a few minutes," she purred with growing interest. "We'll give your pecker a chance to recover and then see what happens on the second shot."
"I hope you're right," he sighed. "I'd sure like to show her...."
"Show who?" Valerie asked, releasing his hand from between her legs and sliding next to him on the bed.
"Promise not to tell anyone?" he asked, finding himself suddenly anxious to talk about his experience.
"Of course. Who would I tell anyway?"
Peter took a deep breath and began to unravel the whole sequence of events with his aunt, from the time he first caught a glimpse of her undressing, to the panic he felt when he ran out of the solarium.
Then she's not a lesbian, Valerie told herself as Peter talked. She probably wasn't lying about not having seen other girls naked either. And now that I've seen ... and can still smell ... a man's sex machine, I know I'm not queer! The whole thing was just a case of both of us getting hot and relieving our frustrations in the only way we could...." and that's why I'd like to get enough experience so I don't come so fast," Peter's voice droned on. "She really humiliated me with that undressing shit. And then when I find out it's all a game ... BAM! I Shoot my load before I can get even."
"Then you should take the advice she gave me," Valerie said. "Don't look back on your mistakes. Just forget them. Do what you think is best and screw it if it isn't."
"She really told you that?" he said thoughtfully, not waiting for an answer, but adding, "Then maybe she was hoping you'd tell me ... which means ... she probably isn't so bad after all."
"You're a pisser, little brother," Valerie laughed. "But how about that second shot?"
"Do you really think we can get it hard again?"
"Sure we can," she chirped happily, sliding her open hand down his stomach to begin her first attempt at arousing a sleeping male organ. She felt relieved of all her anxiety now and was looking forward to the chore of building an erection before her eyes. "But I'll need your help," she told him. "You'll have to tell me what feels good and whatever it is you'd like me to do to get you hot again."
"Sounds all right with me," he sighed, slipping from his sitting position and stretching out on the bed with his hands behind his head. "Let's see what happens."
Valerie lifted the limp noodle in her fingers, worked it several times with her thumb and forefinger, to see if there was any life created by that motion. But the soft tube drooped and didn't respond to her touch. She got to a kneeling position again and gave the area between his legs a closer inspection and found she was intrigued with the sight and smell of his body. Just as she had been with her aunt's, she realized. It was a fascination that drew her closer to the subject, with an involuntary desire to see every detail, touch every inch and finally kiss what she saw. The desire was so intense, she couldn't prevent it if she wanted to.
Peter's attention focused on her sleek, young buttocks, and she felt his hand gliding gently over the smooth white balls of flesh. A finger toured the crack and she began to feel the pangs of arousal stirring in her body again. Without hesitating, she lifted her leg up and over his chest to present her full hindquarters to his devouring eyes and groping hands.
The touch of his warm hands on the very cool cheeks of her behind sent chills through her and drew her attention from the task before her own eyes. There was no urgency, she told herself, to satisfy her lust for a complete examination of his private parts, and she drank in the ego-massaging sensation of exhibiting her nakedness to her brother's longing eyes. He was right, she told herself. If we hadn't been so strictly separated when they were younger, we wouldn't be so fascinated with each other's body now.
See Momma, she said under her breath, your wicked daughter is exposing her ass to your over-protected son. And he hates you for making him wait so long for this delicious thrill. Mmmmm ... it makes me tingle all over to know he's staring at my asshole and pussy like this. I'll bet he's going out of his mind with the sight of all that forbidden flesh right before his eyes. You prevented a little boy from satisfying his curiosity and now his sister has to solve his sex problems.
There! You see your baby's cock getting flushed again? That's proof he's excited by what he sees. Excited by me! by my sweet little ass, with its deep crack and hidden hole. The same ass you made me keep covered from the time I was a little girl. You even made Daddy leave the room when I was getting undressed. Even when he bounced me on his knee, you made me get off. You knew damn well how good that leg felt between my legs, rubbing against my little pussy to satisfy the itch there. But you made me stop.
Well, I don't care what you say anymore ... I've got to satisfy those craving, longing feelings my body has been screaming for these past few years. And if I can help Peter in the process, that's okay too....
"Man, your ass is something else!" Peter interrupted her thoughts. "I'm getting hot again just looking at it."
"I know," Valerie purred happily. "I can see your indicator rising."
"Sit on my face, Val. Smother me with that ass of yours. I love the smell of it ... and can't get enough of it."
"Mmmmm ... you say the nicest things," she cooed, lowering herself gently on his face and feeling his nose nestle in the deep crevice between the globes of sensitive white flesh. She could feel his hot breath seeping down through the tingling valley and over her anus, causing the bud to pucker and suck for more. Her eyes closed tight to shut out everything else, while she savored the feeling it gave her.
She wanted to tell him how good it felt, but couldn't bring herself to interrupt the delightful messages her brain was receiving. His strong fingers dug into the cushions of flesh and pulled them in opposite directions, exposing the little pink bud for a quick glance. Then his mouth covered the opening and Valerie went breathless from the heat and moisture his open mouth placed around her rectum. Her brain screamed with delight and her heart pounded harder and faster. At first she thought she was imagining it, but the suction developing at the entrance to that deep, dark tunnel grew stronger and felt as though her lungs were being drained from the back door.
"Ohhhhh Peterrrr ... you're driving me crazy," she squealed.
It encouraged her brother more and she could feel him suck faster and harder now. A new confidence seemed to be surging through his body. As she opened her eyes to see what it was, she saw his limp muscle getting thicker, then gradually longer and firmer. While it still rested in a slumped position between his legs, she could see the head struggle to rise, fail and try again. She reminded herself that it was getting stiff because of her and the thought filled her with a warm glow of satisfaction. It amazed her that just a few moments ago it was a limp, soft noodle, that dangled from his groin like excess skin. But she had brought life to it, she gloated.
Then something warm and wet circled her anus and she quickly clamped her eyes closed at the thought that Peter was licking her. While it tickled and tingled, she loved the idea of having her rectum touched by his tongue. But she wasn't prepared for his sudden stab with the thick, wet meat into her tight dry tunnel and let out a screech. Peter jerked his tongue out with sudden alarm.
"Ohhh noooo ... don't stop," she cried, wiggling her behind on his face with anxious anticipation. "Do it ... yes ... easy. That's it! Oooowwww ... it feels so good ... so wet ... so thick inside me. Stick it in more ... I can't breathe, it feels so good."
His tongue snaked deeper into her squeezing sleeve and painted saliva on the hot dry walls and until she couldn't hold back the flood of her building orgasm and flushed the girl-flux on his chin, to trickle down his neck. She tried to secure his tongue in the sucking, squeezing tunnel, but he pulled it out, gasped for air and moved her up a little to bring his mouth to the source of her flowing nectar.
"Unnngggghhhh," she groaned. FU die for sure! she told herself as he sucked the syrup from her. Instinctively, she swooped down and swept his penis into her mouth to suck it in rhythm with his sucking mouth. The muscle flexed strong and hard as it felt the sudden warmth and moistness of her mouth, filling it with a gagging thickness.
She realized her mistake when Peter's attention suddenly shifted from what he was doing to what she was doing. But she was completely satisfied with the strange turn of events by then and was contented to resume the chore she had originally promised.
"Hey, Val," he called out to her. "I want to fuck you for real this time."
She eased the ballooning meat from her mouth and licked the glistening knob until it took on a polished look. She hesitated a moment longer before saying, "No, Peter. Not tonight."
"Why not?" he pressed for a more definite reason.
She ignored his question and just said, "Maybe the next time."
"Is it because ... I mean ... Are you still a virgin?"
"Yes," she answered in a low, almost inaudible voice, hoping he couldn't detect the lie in her answer.
"Okay. I understand...." he said with disappointment in his voice.
Valerie eyed his tumescent male organ. She wanted desperately to turn and fill her body with the full length and thickness of it, but couldn't bring herself to move. She was torn by the desire to satisfy the aching needs of her body and the pain of past experiences that prevented her from doing it.
"Besides," she said in a low whisper, "we want to see how much tormenting your pecker can take before it explodes."
She reached down and cupped the wrinkled prunes at the base of the shaft, examined them closely, then lowered her head to kiss them. The short hairs in the area seemed to fizz-out straight and she imagined the kiss was pleasing to his senses. But another thought crossed her mind and she forced his legs wider apart and lifted them slightly, to have a look at his anus. The tip of her finger touched the small opening and she could feel him quiver with a chill from that.
Hmmmmm, she told herself, tapping the bud with her finger. How nice it is to know he actually kissed mine ... and stuck his tongue in. I don't think ... I could do it to him though. Not there.
Her other hand closed around his rod and she sipped the drop of nectar from the tip, as her finger continued to tap at his back entrance. A slow, winding trip down the shaft with her warm, wet tongue brought more sensations to his quivering body. Then with a great deal of self-interest, she slowly painted the length of his spear with saliva, noting how much he enjoyed it by the steady sound of animal-lust noises escaping from his throat. The heat and taste of his phallus on her stroking tongue made the experiment even more enjoyable, she decided. And she could feel every ripple and vein of it slide uper the snail's pace of her twisting, licking tongue. It was the only way to really satisfy one's curiosity about another's body, she told herself.
But her brother's stiff shaft showed no signs of ejaculation. Even when she sucked it deep into her throat and milked it with her tongue, the throbbing tempo remained even and strong. She made loud slurping sounds, to inspire him more. Then she licked a path down the underside of the now glistening pole to his testicles and licked those for him.
"See, big brother," she said, taking time out to catch her breath and decide what else she would do to this new toy. "There's certainly nothing wrong with your cock now."
"I guess you're right ... but I'm still a virgin too. So I won't really know until I've put it to the test." He thought about that for a moment and added, "You're not really a virgin, are you?"
"What makes you say that?" she asked coyly.
"Hell, I had my finger in it before and there weren't any complaints about that," he answered. "So I guess you lost your cherry before tonight."
"You're right," she sighed. "But I really wanted to suck it this time."
"Look, Val, I'm not complaining or anything. Shit. I was thrilled just to see and touch your beautiful body. But I can tell you're not telling the truth. Which is your business ... Man, I'm tickled pink just being here with a hard-on that's not shooting come all over the place and a gorgeous ass staring me in the face, while my lovely sister gives me a blow-job with those luscious lips."
"You're so sweet to say such nice things about me," she purred, lowering her head for more tongue searching.
Her eyes caught another glimpse of his anus and she slithered her tongue from his scrotum to the puckered bud. It took his breath away, she noted by the sounds he muttered. But she was particularly pleased with herself for having accomplished the feat. She had the same nagging feeling when she saw her aunt's rectum, but didn't do anything about it. Now she was satisfied.
Then she felt Peter's finger screw into her rectum with a feverish plunge and realized her tongue-trip had driven him to the peak of excitement now. He was breathing harder and his weapon throbbed faster. Her mouth quickly recovered his cannon and she sucked it deep into her flexing throat.
Peter plucked his finger out of her rectum, reached up with both hands around her hips and pulled her down on his face again. Valerie wiggled and squirmed to let him know how pleased she was with his renewed interest in tasting her body. She could feel his open mouth and hot breath circle her vagina. I don't believe it! she told herself, when her body responded with pangs of familiar delight to his sucking mouth. I'm ... I'm going to have another mind splitting orgasm ... I just know I am ... But I don't think I'll live through it!
She drove his spike as far down her throat as she could manage without choking, when his tongue slithered over the panting lips of her vulva. Her right hand slid around his leg, slipped into the crack of his buttocks and sought his anus. Then, as her finger wiggled into his rectum, her left hand cupped and gently squeezed his testicles. It was done in an effort to take her mind off the tantalizing effect of his tongue and help her avoid building to another orgasm, she told herself. But it actually secured him in place so she could concentrate on her own sensations.
No! No! No! her mind screamed over and over, tryin? to convince her that another climax would destroy her mind. But her body paid no attention, squirming and writhing with frenzy as his tongue toyed with her clitoris. Her throat gurgled sounds of lust on his deep-seated prong, bringing her closer to the peak of excitement.
Peter's lungs were burning from the steaming heat of her panting sex that he inhaled with every breath. The hot lava bubbled and boiled in his testicles and he wanted desperately to expel the juices quickly, to put an end to the torment and pain of it. But the more he tried to force the triggering of the explosion, he discovered, the longer it took.
"Auuuugggghhh," he groaned in apparent agony. "Unnnggghh ... unnnggghhh."
Valerie felt his tongue suddenly retreat to the cavity of his mouth and was grateful for the reprieve. In the next instant his tongue plunged deep into her unsuspecting vagina. Not believing it was really happening, she remained motionless to feel the whipping serpent sweep the oozing dew from the well of her. Her mind flashed the image of her brother's handsome face, with his mouth open wide and his tongue wagging about wildly ... snaking deep into her belly.
"Nnnnnnggggghhhhh," she cried, no longer able to contain the fury of her orgasm. "Nnnggghhh ... nngghh ... nngghh...."
The first spray of his juices hit the back of her throat and she was delighted with that too, swallowing hard and bouncing wildly on his face.
"Mmmmmmm," she breathed on the shooting cannon, happy now that the floodgates had opened and her flooding juices were finally released. She continued to sip at the head of his hose after his juices were spent.
"Did you hear something?" Peter asked in a deep whisper.
"Yes ... the front door. I think someone is downstairs."
"That's Uncle Allen's voice....I thought they were in bed," Peter said nervously. "Sounds like they're coming up the stairs."
"Quick! Turn off the light," she said, holding her breath now until the room went completely dark. "Be very quiet ... I don't think they saw the light. Is your door locked?"
"No," he replied in a whisper. "I don't have a key."
"Shhhh...."
They listened with bated breath as Cathy and Allen padded past the door and on down the hall to their bedroom. The sound of their door closing was the signal that they could breath normally again, and both heaved a sigh of relief.
"I'm freezing," Valerie whispered.
"Yeah ... let's get under the covers," Peter said, reaching down to pull the blankets up over them. They remained silent for a few moments, shivering uncontrollably until their body-heat warmed the bed.
"Looks like we solved your problem," Valerie's voice finally broke the silence.
"I hope so," he said. "But promise me one thing ... no more hang-ups about each other. Let's act like other brothers and sisters. You know ... not afraid to touch each other in public ... smacking an ass once in awhile ... even wrestling."
"Sounds like fun," Valerie said. "Just don't get too carried away in public."
"Okay," he yawned.
"I guess I had better go back to my room," Valerie sighed, not wanting to leave the warmth of the bed again.
"Yeah. Aunt Cathy has a habit of poking her head in the door to call me in the morning ... And the next time, I hope she sees me bare-ass naked ... with a hard-on."
"Goodnight, little brother," Valerie whispered and slipped out of bed.