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“Rylie,” I start.
She stands up and walks over to me. I can see her small nipples through her white T-shirt. Her black cotton shorts are short and draw attention to her tanned legs. A sharp breath hisses from me when she stands too close. Not close enough that we touch, but close enough that I can smell her clean hair.
“You said you’d shave me,” she murmurs, her voice low and intoxicating. It slides over my skin like warm wax. A little painful at first, but then it feels good.
I’m not supposed to feel this way about my fucking sister.
“I did,” I agree, my tone gruff. “Let me throw on some pants.”
After a beat of silence, she nods. I stalk from the bathroom over to my drawers and yank out a pair of gray sweats. She’s gone into the bathroom, so I drop the towel and then slide the sweats on. When I walk back into the bathroom, she’s sitting perched on the edge of the sink. I close the door and lock it behind me. The room feels too small with both of us in it.
I can’t meet her eyes as I reach past her to plug the sink and turn on the warm water. Her intense stare bores into me. I can feel the heat of it burning me. Quickly, I grab my can of shaving cream and my razor.
“I think I broke up with Amy,” I blurt out as I turn off the water once the sink is filled.
“Oh?” Her voice is small. “I’m sorry.”
I give her a nod and then tap her knee with my knuckles. “Stretch your leg across the sink,” I instruct, my voice husky.
She complies and my cock takes notice of her spread open before me, her shorts the only thing between us. I cup my hand in the warm water and release it on her leg. Her breath hitches when I palm her leg, wetting it. I run my palm over her knee, along her thigh, and stop just below the hem of her shorts. It takes intense focus, but I manage to pull my hand from her leg to squirt some shaving cream into it. I rub the cream along her shin and start spreading it over her flesh.
“You’re so hairy,” I tease, hoping to break up the intense moment.
She laughs, soft and breathy. “Good thing you’re going to take care of me.”
I drag my gaze to her pretty brown eyes. “I’ll always take care of you.”
Her pink cheeks turn redder and she smiles.
With my eyes back on her leg, I rub more cream over her knee and thigh. Once I’m done, I rinse off my hand and grab the razor. Before I start, I give her a crooked grin. “Trust me?”
“Of course,” she murmurs.
Slowly, I run the razor up along her shin. Aside from our heavy breathing, all that can be heard is the crackling as the razor cuts through her hairs and leaves smoothness in its wake. I stop at her knee and rinse it off. I’m lost to my task when I accidentally nick her knee. She lets out a hiss.
“Shit,” I grumble. “I’m sorry.”
I continue shaving the rest of her leg. The blood trickles down the inside of her knee. Not enough to drip into the sink but enough to make me feel bad. With quick movements, I rinse away the leftover shaving cream. Then, I snag a towel from the hanger and wipe away the excess water. The cut continues to bleed. I hold the towel to it and regard her with regret.
“I shouldn’t have kissed you,” I murmur. “That was wrong.”
Her brows furl together and her voice is a whisper. “But I liked it.”
My heart seizes in my chest. “Rylie, I liked it too.”
“But?” she rasps out.
“But it’s wrong.”
She shuts down and breaks eye contact. Her sadness and loneliness seem to crash into me like a giant wave, knocking me over. The urge to make her happy again is overwhelming. I bend over and kiss her cut. Then, I lick the metallic taste from her flesh.
When I pull away and look at her, a shy smile tugs at her lips.
My shame over what we did doesn’t matter when I can wipe away her sadness with one simple act. It’s wrong and yet it fixed her so quickly.
“Let’s shave the other leg,” I grunt out. My cock is semi-erect in my pants and I wonder if she notices.
I’m more careful this time and manage to keep from cutting her. When I’m finished and have wiped her clean, I chance a look at her. Her brown eyes blaze with emotion. The same look she gave me when she was grinding on my cock hours ago. It’s maddening to stare at her plump parted lips and not kiss them. Fuck, how I want to kiss them.
