Kat was grinning at me.
“Don’t worry, Frankie, I’m safe!” she giggled, “Mom put me on birth control when I was sixteen; after what happened to Sally, she wasn’t taking any chances!”
I sagged with relief, and Kat giggled again, touching the tip of my nose with her pink fingertip.
“I wish you’d seen your face! You looked like your puppy’d just died! Oh Frankie, you are so cute!”
I’ve been called a lot of things, but ‘cute’ wasn’t even in the top 20…
Kat rolled up against my, sliding her hand over my side and down to pat me on the ass.
“I like this room; this is our bedroom from now on, okay Frankie?”
Of course, I agreed; by now I was so besotted with her, if she’d asked me to stroll naked down Serramonte with a bandana tied round my balls and my wing-wang swinging, I’d have done it.
She pulled herself even closer, snuggling down against me, giving a happy little yawn.
“Frankie, you know I love you more than anything, right?” I nodded, and she continued.
“I just want you to know, life doesn’t get any better than this for me; I’ve got a home, with the man I love, who loves me as much as I love him; how could anything possibly be better than this?”
I kissed her the best way I knew how, pulling out all the stops, Kat savouring every second and nuance of our kiss.
“It doesn’t get any better, baby; I love you so much it hurts, I have for the longest time, and I still can’t believe we’re here now!”
Kat smiled, and reached out to get the bedside lamp.
“Hold me all night, Frankie, and make love to me in the morning, okay?” and I grinned and nodded; I had every intention of doing just that!
I woke up early, wondering at the vivid dream I’d had about Kat, wondering what kind of sicko I was, when someone murmured softly. I spun round to see a milky white bare shoulder and a mass of copper curls, and the events of the night before came flooding back. I must have woken her with my sudden start, because she turned around, the covers slipping down to reveal her perfect breasts, her coral pink nipples blazing against the milky-white perfection of her skin.
“Good morning Frankie, I dreamed about you, baby!” she smiled sleepily, “You owe me, baby, come here and pay it off!”
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I was transfixed, horrified, mortified, and shrouded in guilty shame; Kat, here, naked, with me, in my bed! Oh dear God, what the fuck was I thinking? What in the name of Christ had I done? How could I have been so stupid? She was my little sister, I was supposed to look after her, not drag her into my bed like some oversexed teenager and… and then… Oh my God, how could I ever fix this?
Kat reached out to me, smiling, her eyes still blurred and unfocussed with sleep, and I slid away from her, so fast, in fact, I slid right out of bed and landed on my ass with a loud thump.
I lay there, letting the shock take over for a few seconds, unable to contemplate the full, sheer awfulness of what I’d done; I’d bedded my baby sister, on her prom night, of all nights, I’d abused her trust, I was no better than her prom-date spiking her drink and doing her while she was passed-out. What was I going to do? How the fuck was I going to fix this? Ask Sarah? Not in this life; she’d skin me, then skin Kat, then come back and finish me off. Oh fuck, what a mess, what a complete, fucked-up, unbelievably stupid, God-forsaken mess I’d made…
Kat’s face appeared over the edge of the bed, looking down at me in amusement.
“That was funny, Frankie, but why are you still on the floor? Come on, get back up here, I’m cold, hold me!”
I nearly passed-out at that. Hold her? I shouldn’t even be touching her, not after what I’d done to her, not after… oh God, what was I going to do?
Something touched my head, startling me, and I looked up to see Kat trailing her fingers through my hair.
I shrank back, seeing the hurt puzzlement in her eyes.
“Frankie, what’s the matter? Are you okay? You look like you just saw a ghost, what’s wrong with you?”
I gulped, my head spinning as I sat there, desperately trying to think of a way to apologise to my baby sister for what I’d done to her…
“Kat, Caitlin, baby… I… I… we… what happened… I was… I didn’t think… oh God, I’m so sorry…!”
Kat lay on her forearms, watching me as I dissolved into a quivering heap, a small, knowing smile on her lips, her full, curving, desirable, kissable… stop that!
“What the hell’s wrong with you?” I chided myself, “you fucked up so big you’re gonna be a dead man when Sally finds out, you better start thinking of a way out of this, not mooning over Kat, and her lips, and her eyes, and her body, her delectable, desirable, beguiling, sexy body…!”
I groaned; I was a dead man walking, Sally was out there, she was waiting, and when she found out about this, (and make no mistake, she would, the girl could see through a brick wall) she was going to skin me alive, slowly, then shove her foot up my ass as a reminder of why it was wrong to fuck my baby sister…
“Alright, Frankie, enough. I don’t know what bit you, but if you don’t come up here right now, I’m coming down there! FRANKIE! Are you listening to me?” she grinned, her voice finally distracting me from my contemplation of my imminent death. I looked up at her miserably.
“Kat, I’m so sorry, I made you do… things, last night, things I’m supposed to protect you from, God, Kat, I’m so, so sorry, if you want to call the sheriff and have me arrested, I won’t run, I have to pay for what I did, I’ll tell him I forced you, no-one needs to know about us, what happened was all my fault..!”
Kat looked at me in amusement, her eyes sparkling with glee and good humor as I ground to a halt.
“Have you quite finished?” she grinned, and I nodded miserably, ready to take my punishment.
“Frankie, of all the lame-brained, half-witted, idiotic, bone-headed, gibbering nonsense I’ve ever heard dribble out of your mouth over the years, that little speech just took the prize for the stupidest, dumbest, most ass-headed garbage I’m likely to hear in this life or the next. Maybe I should call Sheriff Fatso, maybe getting your ass kicked by Fatso and his bozo deputies will shove your brain back into place, it must have got dislodged when you fell out of bed and landed on your ass!”
I gaped at her, unable to comprehend what she meant. Kat grinned even wider, beaming at me as she sat upright. The bed covers fell away from her as she sat, naked to the waist, artlessly, unselfconsciously naked, her white skin glowing dazzlingly in the morning sun, her nipples like jewels, a delicate pale coral pink against the milky whiteness of her skin.
“Frankie, everything that happened last night, everything, was because I wanted it; do you really think I’d have let you do anything to me I didn’t want you to do? Think, Frankie, this is me we’re talking about here!”
I was trying to hear her, but all I got was a sense that she perhaps wasn’t too mad at me or repelled by me after what we’d done; all my attention was riveted on just how deliciously, erotically, delightfully desirable she was just then, one half of me drooling over her, the other half disgusted beyond measure with me for sullying my baby sister, with a healthy dose of fear parked on the sidelines in reserve for when Big Sister found out…
My attention was dragged back to her face when she leaned down and clicked her fingers several times in my face.
“That’s right, Frankie, over here, baby, that’s it, look at me!”
When she was sure she had my attention, she smiled slowly, pulling the covers back up over and around herself, just like she used to do when she was younger, in the bad days after we lost dad, leaving her smooth white shoulders bare.
“Frankie, everything that happened, everything we did, happened because I wanted it to happen, and more; I’ve been trying to get your attention for months, I’ve been practically throwing myself at you for God knows how long, just about the only thing I didn’t do was pull my panties down and rub my ass in your face! Last night was supposed to be the clincher; you were supposed to find me irresistible, so do you know how disappointed I was that you let me go to that stupid prom? I wanted you to throw Cory out and drag me back upstairs, rip my dress off and yank my panties down, and do all kinds of bad, nasty, exciting things to me; why do you think I bought that stupid dress? To parade around in front of those slack-jawed, knuckle-dragging, drooling half-wits in that school? Frankie, all I ever wanted was you, I’ve been trying to make you see that for months, but apparently your normal state is to have your head shoved up your ass…
I looked at her in shock, amazed at the things that were coming out of my little sister’s mouth, her beautiful, sexy, desirable…
I pulled myself together enough to focus on what she was saying, finding it hard to credit that sweet little Kat could say or want those things.
“Kat… what are you saying, don’t you know we can’t…?” I stammered, watching as that little line appeared between her eyebrows; she was getting pissed.
“Frankie, I’m trying to tell you, again, how much I love you and how much I want you; I told you last night, you better not have forgotten!”