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Teacher, Lover, Daddy...Brother! (Staine x DigitalSiren)

Good girl. The words rang in her ears, her mind skipping back to the story. Deep blue eyes lifted to look at him for a moment before she shyly smiled at him. Was this worse now that she knew? Before she'd brush a lot of what he said as just her being sick.. But she knew she wasn't alone in her desires. Was this his way of breaching that gap between what he wanted and couldn't have? Rolling her eyes she went back to her food. "Trust me, I don't want people to know.." It was still a fear, girls knowing she was his baby sister and sucking up to her to just get close to him. She'd seen it happen at least once. Bianca had done that. When she'd first moved in with him, a girl in one of his classes had 'made friends'.

Reaching out she poked his tongue and smiled. "A movie and more shopping would be nice." Date.. Looking down at her food, she played with one of her toast bones. A smile on her lips she nodded. "Okay!" She smiled at him, her heart racing. Oh that promise was too innocent too sweet to be true. He had no idea what her heart desired. His question pulling from her thoughts she nodded again. "Mmhm. I did, just need to print it" Blushing she looked down at her plate. "I just wanted to be sure you got home safe" Pushing her half eater breakfast away she rose from her chair. "I need to do something before we head out. When I get back did you want me to pull your hair back again?" Her smile curled to one side as her eyes moved to his hair, that he'd tried to pull back. "I could teach you how to do it like I did last night.. if you like.."
 
Cedric did snap at her finger this time, snapping a little and nipping just the tip as she poked his tongue before laughing playfully. "Oh? Are you ashamed of your big brother being your teacher, is that it?" He pretended to be hurt a little before he carried on. "Don't worry, I will do my best not to embarrass you in front of your friends. It will be fun though, it's been a while since we had a nice day out together, just the two of us. I do miss it." Smiling, he watched her get up and push her plate away, reaching over to grab one of her soldiers and dipping it in her egg. "Shush, it was cute, no need to be shy about missing me, I am an amazing big brother to have, I know it." Her offer of doing his hair was met with a nod, especially at being taught how to do it himself. "Yes, that would be perfect! I'm not very good at it yet, now hurry up, I'll be waiting down here for you."

He let her leave, finishing the soldiers off before binning the leftovers of the eggs and washing the egg cups. He had noticed that he was starting to be a little more flirty around her but it just seemed to come out on it's own. He had flirted a little with Christie too but nothing like he wanted to with Nat...he was actually holding back a lot. Just one more problem he was having, really, but every time he resigned himself to stopping he faltered the moment they were in the same room together. After clearing up, he pulled on his socks and boots, waiting for her on the sofa while he flicked through his phone. He had a message from Christie, saying she had a good time, would he like to set up another date. He frowned a little...he wanted to, but he also didn't. Was it weird that he felt it was almost betraying Natalya and his feelings towards her if he said yes? He closed the app and sighed softly, resting back and waiting for his sister to return.
 
A giggle was given as his he nipped at her finger, his question causing her to pause. Her lavender head shook, her hair swaying gently with with motion. "No.. Not ashamed." Pausing she tilted her head wondering if she could try to explain. "You're um.. very popular with the girls of the school" A small shrug was given as if that answer alone should explain it. She knew that girls had fantasies about him. She'd over heard some, or been in a few, which had made her highly uncomfortable, on many levels. A smile curled on her lips and she nodded. "Would be nice if you didn't" Her face scrunched up into another smile, both eyes closed and nose wrinkling playfully at him for a moment. "Mm I agree. It's be a long time.." It had likely just been a few months, but it felt longer.

Rolling her eyes she left, not bothering to comment on how awesome he was. Once in her room she changed her panties, into the skimpy little black ones. Nervous and oddly horny, Natalya came back down the stairs taking them a few at a time. Stopping by the couch she smiled down at him brightly. "Okay, so it's not all that hard you can use a brush, or your hands. Last night I used a brush. Today, I will use my hands." Her fingers running through his hair as she carefully gathered his hair. The motion sweeping and lifting till it was taunt but not too tight. "Now you just add the hair tie" She looped it a few times and stepped back, smoothing his hair in anyplace it was bumpy. "There!" Smiling she'd come around the couch to stand before him "Ready?" She motioned towards the door in an after you sort of way, following him from the house.

The drive to the mall was filled with idle chitchat and comfortable silence. Finding a parking spot had taken then a little bit of time, early on a Saturday everyone was out at the mall. That was when she began to regret coming here with him. She worked hard to not let her relationship be known with Cedric, so another Bianca wouldn't happen.. But her desire to tease him had won out over her common sense. It was too late now to change course though. So she lead him into one of the chain department stores. "I have no idea what I want to wear.. Do you know if there is any restrictions?" It would be her first dance and he'd chaperoned a few. It was a rather strict private school, hence the uniforms.. "I assume it's mostly use common sense, don't look like a whore?"
 
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Cedric chuckled as she mentioned why she wouldn't want people to know, trying to hide a smirk. He was aware of how a lot of the girls in the school talked about him, it was hard to miss the giggles, the sometimes blatant pointing, the looks and the attempts at flirting. Sometimes, he had even flirted back, subtly, but it had been there. He didn't mind it so much, students had even starred in his stories but never any in particular until Natalya herself, always just a random name that was most certainly nobody from his classes. No, he did have restraint, just apparently not with his own sister. "What can I say, I'm a stud." He grinned as he said it and then allowed himself to laugh. "Just schoolgirl crushes I'm sure, I bet you have one on one of your teachers too, how about Mr Lambert? He has the silver fox thing going on doesn't he?" She had left after that comment and he had moved himself to the couch. When she came back down, he closed his eyes when her hands found his hair, smiling peacefully as he listened and let her fix it up for him. "Hmm, on the one hand I appreciate the advice but on the other...can't I just have you take care of my hair for me?" He laughed as she finished with the hair tie and smoothed it out for him. When she motioned to the door, he stood up and led her to the car.

The drive wasn't a very long one, just idle chatter as they went and soon they were heading into the rather packed mall. Cedric himself didn't care who saw them, so what if the other students knew she was his sister, he wasn't showing her favouritism and he didn't care if they fancied him. Heading into the stores with her he led her towards one he thought would be appropriate, taking her hand to make sure she didn't get distracted. "Yes, not looking like a whore would be a good idea, other than that something pretty." He turned to look at her as they entered the store, smiling. "Like you're wearing now, but more...formal? That's pretty." Inside the store there were already a couple of students looking for similar dresses but none he recognised as from his class, and he led her towards the changing area and found a good chair to sit down in, feeling like he was indeed in one of those movies where a modelling montage was about to take place. "Just grab a few things you like and put on a show for your teacher! Hmm, should I grade you? Gonna pose for me?" He was grinning as he said it, mostly joking. "And nothing too short, remember I will be at the dance too, and if any boys so much as look at you then they aren't going to have a good chance at making it through my class."
 
His hand capturing hers gave her pause, though she couldn't bring herself to look back at him. Still mostly unaware of how her big brother's taste ran, she didn't know that even something so simple as holding her hand could mean so much more to him. Even to her though, it brought on butterflies, an almost relationship like thing to do. A blush crept into her cheeks as he said something like she was wearing. Nat knew that finding something in her 'style' would be hard. Pink, sure, black sure.. but a mingling of the right colors? Not unlikely but not as simple as a simple princess gown. As he sat down she crossed her arms under her breasts as he teased her. She made a rude gesture and those blue eyes rolled as he said that boys looking at her were not going to pass his class. "You're seriously twisted" was the only thing offered to him as she walked away.

It took Natalya a while to pick out a good handful of dressed. One kind sales associate taking pity and starting a room for her, ferrying the dresses she picked to the waiting room. None dresses in total, some short, some long.. A few just to torment him. It was a good mix really and she'd even found a few in the pastel goth sort of coloring. Black and purple, but it worked. Heading into the dressing room, she'd try them on one at a time.

The first dress she tried was a dusty pink, the top wasn't as flattering, but she loved the way the bottom half looked like ribbons. She didn't fill it out well, her small breasts would need a little bit of help, or the dress would need to be tailored for her to wear it. Pinning it with the pins in the dressing room, she managed to get it to fit just right before coming out. The skirt had a bit of volume, but it wasn't too bad, the back mostly open, but tastefully so. "I'd need to get this altered I think to fit properly" Cupping her breasts she frowned down at them. "I don't fill it out without pinning it.."

The second dress was a definite no, she knew that. In almost the same shade as the first, but where the first had been tasteful, this one jumped the shark hard. The front was simple and pretty. White lace covering her breasts, thin spaghetti straps holding the dress up. First glance, it might be the way the silky fabric seemed to cling to her slender body, molding to her hips and falling in a slinky line to the floor, but when she turned the real reason was shown. The back wasn't just daring, it was non existent. The back of the dress starting just before her modesty was fully gone. The delicate lines of her back on display. "Sorry.. I think I might need to be taller.. I didn't think it would be this bad.." Blushing she walked away. She took her time though, walking on her tip-toes. It would seem like she was trying to not trip on the dress, not show off her ass to him, the subtle sway of her hips.

The third dress was a mix of both demure and sexy. A dove grey almost silver in tone, it was short, though not too short. The skirt made of tulle and a silky see through gauzy material laying over them. The bust was made up of delicate lace that flowed down over her hips. It was the bust though, that made the dress sexy. The lace clung to her small breasts in an almost sweetheart bodice, showing of her pale skin between the cups. The lace connected towards her shoulders and the back had a small keyhole cutout. She gave a little spin, the skirt flaring slightly, showing off a little more of her pale thighs "I like this one! Favorite so far" A shy smile on her lips.
 
"How am I twisted? I'm just being the best big brother I can be, and if that means making every boy in a ten mile radius scared to go near you then I'm doing my job!" He was smirking as he said it, he meant every word too, maybe not to the extent that he would actually fail a student for showing interest in his sister but he was definitely willing to make her believe it. While he waited for her, he played with his phone, still avoiding messaging Christie back for now. As Nat returned he looked up and looked her over in the dress. It wasn't ideally how he would like to do this, but being able to check her out without worrying about her seeing where he was looking and feeling weird...well, without worrying too much anyway, it was nice. Obviously he would still have to avoid staring at her tits, but he could look. That worked for him, especially when she cupped them herself. "It is a pretty dress though, I'd like to see more but I don't suppose there is anything wrong with that one." He chuckled and shook his head. "You look beautiful, Nat, we can get it altered if you choose it and you want to, but I think you look perfect." He meant the words but he didn't think that he was basically admitting that he found her attractive until he had said them. No matter, she would probably think of it as just brotherly pandering anyway.

She disappeared again, and when she returned this time his eyes went wide. The dress was...clingy. That was the best way to describe it, clingy and form fitting, every curve visible and even her panty line, but when she turned the way it dropped off. It was stunning, no doubt, but right now it was starting to make things pretty awkward. The shock on his face was clear as his eyes were locked to her ass once she turned and followed it as she turned once more to face him before he managed to drag them up. "No...not that one, absolutely not! I mean, you look pretty, you look good, but...no. Just no. You take that off right now!" He was stammering slightly, afraid he had been caught checking out her ass and when she walked away, the way her hips moved, he didn't find it any easier. Thoughts of messaging Christie back were pushed from his mind as he shifted in his seat, feeling a slight urge to make sure he was a little concealed if she came out with anything like that again. Thankfully the third dress was much more tasteful, silvery and not too long, not too short, still clinging to her form but nothing like the fabric the other was made of, like a second skin. He looked it up and down, a smile on his face as he looked back up at her. "Better...much better, put that one in the yes pile." He was still a little shook from the other one, on any other girl it would have been perfect, but on her...it was too perfect, he couldn't have her look like that all night at the dance, he couldn't have other men looking at her like that...

"Mine too, you look amazing. I'm going to have to fail a lot of students this year no matter what you pick huh?"
 
The reactions she elicited from him had been enjoyable. Since reading that story the night before, she was picking up on things she'd never noticed before or had dismissed as wishful thinking. Like the way his eyes and followed her hands when she had cupped her breasts. Or when he said she looked beautiful, perfect. That had earned him a shy smile at the time. Oh.. and when her big brother's eyes had gone wide at seeing the second dress? the way it clung her her slender frame.. His reaction priceless. Part of the reason she had taken her time getting back into the dressing room. The stammering had been cute. His approval of the grey dress had made her happy, it was one of the favorites Nat had picked out and the fact it had looked good on her?

Looking at the remaining dressed she bit her lower lip. Should she do one of the other sexy dresses now or something more innocent? Staring at her reflection she nodded to herself. Sexy. The dress was almost skin colored for her, a pale, sweet creamy white. A satin skin tight bodice once she pinned the cups into place. It wasn't too bad until one notice that the slit in the dress came all the way up to her hip and a little further still. Natalya felt sexy in it even if it wasn't her kind of dress. Slowly walking out she had blush in her cheeks. It wasn't noticeable too much at first, the color sure stood out, and he'd see lashes of her slender toned leg, but when she came to a stop and stood with her legs crossed on her tip toe, would it be obvious just how high the slit was. "I liked the color of this dress.. Was meant to be a little" Blushing she looked away. "A little sexy, without crossing lines.." Motioning to the line of the leg. It might be then that he noticed something. His baby sister wasn't wearing any underwear anymore. She had decided against it after it had ruined the lines of her other dress. Besides, she was trying to tease him.

The next dress she went cute. It was a pretty rose color and high fantasy in appearance. Off the shoulder the top was slightly fitted before flowing into a flowy skirt, the gauzy material layered many times. Flowering details covered the bodice and the sleeves of the dress and were sprinkled charmingly through the skirt. She looked like a princess in this dress. When she came out she smiled at him, giving a small turn, showing off the dress. "I feel like a princess!" A sweet giggle bubbling from her throat. Lifting both her hands she pressed her finger tips together as she rested her chin in the v between them. Batting her lashes at him she giggled again before heading back to the dressing room.

It took her a little while to decide the next dress, finally settling on a black lacy dress. It wasn't overly revealing, the bodice was fitted, and it was off the shoulder but it wasn't obscene in the slightest. The front of the dress was shorter, showing off her pale legs beneath the lace and tulle. The back of the dress trailing down to the floor. "I know it's kind of like a mullet dress, but I like it" Smoothing her hands down it, she gave a small spin and lifted a brow. "What do you think?" It was one of her forerunners. The dress had gothicy tones to it, and she felt pretty. Lifting the skirt some, playing with it, swishing it back and forth a little, she 'innocently' flashed him, if only for a split second. Two things clear, if he caught the little flash. She still wasn't wearing panties and she was smooth as silk between the apex of her thighs.
 
For his part Cedric was both enjoying and not enjoying watching his little sister try on the dresses. She was perfect in every way in his eyes, flawless, and he loved that he could look over her with barely any restrictions under the guise of helping her but he also had to hide how he felt about some things, and at least one of the dresses so far...he would pay not to have other men look at her in that. His hackles rose, she was his, not theirs. This was...more difficult than he had anticipated. All thoughts of his date the night before were gone as she came out in another dress, the fabric clingy again though not as the last, the fit incredible on her. Then he noticed the slit in the leg as she moved, how high it went. His eyes followed it up from calf to thigh to her hip, his mouth a little open when he realised that she couldn't be wearing her panties anymore if it went so high and he hadn't seen signs of any. He was still staring, glad he had shifted as his arousal grew when she spoke and his eyes flicked upward towards hers. "Sexy, huh..." He swallowed. What did he say to that? Her motion made him look back down again. "It certainly is...let's not wear this one to the dance..." Just like that, now he had basically said it was sexy. He was finding it hard to filter his thoughts now, they seemed to just spill out, he was slipping. It honestly felt she was doing it on purpose a little.

Thankfully the next dress was back to being cute, acceptable. Beautiful as ever he beamed at her, thankful for the break, his coat was now over his lap to protect himself though he had positioned it to look like he was using it to prop his arm up for comfort as he played with his phone. There was nothing on the screen, he wasn't actually messaging anybody, but it was easier than to admit he was worried he would get an erection. Most girls couldn't give him one so easily but the focus of his lust, his stories, his slight obsession? The forbidden fruit that was his young sister and student. He chuckled at her. "You are a princess, my princess." He grinned as she posed for him and giggled, then let to go back to the dressing room. Again she emerged in another dress, this one didn't seem too bad either, it was the kind of colours she would enjoy too, long and elegant. There was a slit in this one too, or rather the front was higher than the rest and he could again see her thighs, bare and tempting. "It is pretty, I like it too..." He was about to continue when she gave him a spin, then lifted the skirt a little as she walked. He had been looking down again at her thighs when he saw it...just the barest flash, his little sister still didn't have panties on. Smooth, bare...he was taking a sip of his drink when it had happened and he had almost spat it out, coughing as it went down the wrong pipe. "I think it's fine, it's...it's very pretty, but I liked the silver one, or the last one better. Put it in the maybe pile for now..."

This was turning out to be harder than he had thought in more ways than one, trying not to crave what was right in front of him, trying not to act, to say the wrong thing. He was thankful when she went back into the dressing room and he closed his eyes to compose himself.
 
Her mind swirled as she sat in her dressing room. True he had said the dress was sexy, not her specifically.. But she was the one wearing the dress, so she was, right? Her theory only proved true as his coat had moved to his lap, her reasoning was an easy one.. And it wasn't what he was trying to present to anyone looking at him. When he had called her his princess she'd almost melted, the way he had said it the cause. The last dress she knew what she had done, as she played with her skirt. No one had been close, she felt safe with her tease. The payoff had been amazing as he coughed on his drink, her face one of pure concern. She'd asked if he was okay, frowning even as inside the glee she'd felt was reaching a dizzying height.

All of it was leading her to one big final tease. It was something that would take courage on her part, and if he mentioned it at all, she wasn't sure how she'd explain her way out of it. Staring at her last three dresses, she touched the tulle of one. What she was doing was wrong, she knew it. She had called him twisted, her reasoning had been what he had said, the thing she had read in his journal.. But his journal was fantasy for him, a place to get out his feelings that he couldn't act on. She was actively tormenting him, the reason? He felt the same way. She didn't think he'd suddenly act on it, at most she was just driving them both crazy with her little plan.

Sighing she grabbed the light lavender dress off the hanger. The top of the dress was black satin, a sweetheart bodice that ended just after her breasts, lace splitting to either side of her torso from the middle of the bodice, stopping just at her hips. Beneath that lace was pale lavender chiffon fabric. It fit the idea of pastel goth to a T, sweet, and cute. The skirt wasn't too short and the silhouette of the dress was vaguely princessy. Walking out on her tiptoes she smiled at him. This dress felt good on. Felt like her. She lifted out the edges of her dress out, this time however she took care to not flash him. She wasn't wearing panties still, and if she flashed him too much, he'd know for a fact something was up. "I like this one a lot too, kinda fits my look really well, don't you think?"

The next dress was honestly tied for her favorite. It had another sweetheart bodice, but this one was far more structured. The top was almost like a corset, ropes of purple, black and white fastened together to make it, with black piping giving the bodice some of it's structure. A black belt around the middle of the torso, shiny with a silver detail to one side. Black tulle was the top few layers of the skirt, and underneath it was a silky, smokey lavender skirt. Like the one black dress, it was shorter in the fron, longer int he back, but not in an extreme either way. Coming out she smiled shyly. She felt.. like a mix of a BDSM, 80's sex kitten. Playing with the tulle, she gave a small spin. "What do you think of this one Ricky?" She liked this one a lot and it showed.

Back in the dressing room, she looked at the last dress. It was two piece red dress. The top would mold to her breasts and slender torso without being obscene, the little rhinestones that covered it would help distract from that. Silver near her stomach, fading into red as it reached her breasts and up and over her shoulders. The skirt was a few inches from the top and was short, red and reminded her of the first dress, were it looked like thick ribbons. Coming out she held her phone in her hand, texting as she walked. Stopping before him she smiled and lifted her arms, her eyes subtly looking around. They were alone... "What do you think? I wasn't sure about the two piece thing.." Her phone slipped from her fingers and she swore, as it hit the floor just behind her. She turned to pick it up.. This was it. As she bent over she could feel the red chiffon of the skirt slide along the back of her thighs, along her ass. She could feel the cool air on her ass, then on the lips of her pussy. She didn't linger, knowing the risk was astronomical. Not just his reaction, but of someone walking by as she flashed him. Phone in her hand she stood up and smoothed the dress back into place, tugging on the top. Turning back she rolled her eyes, teasing him about something he always teased her about. "You know one day, you're right it's gonna break.. And imma be stuck with a crappy splintered screen. Sorry.. I really try to not drop it, but it's so slippery sometimes!" She motioned to the dress. "So?"
 
The next dress was thankfully much better, and in colours he already knew she liked. It was cute, pretty, not too revealing and judging from the look on her face it was something she was enjoying wearing too. He nodded and smiled up at her. "Yeah, I think it's your style, definitely one to consider. I much prefer it over a few of them you've been wearing..." He chuckled to himself momentarily, the time she had spent in the dressing room had allowed him to compose himself a little though he still had the coat covering him and he couldn't stop wondering if she had put her panties back on again. He was working through another story for his journal in his mind, or rather he was trying not to think too hard about the scene that kept popping into his head. Oh how he just wanted to do it...to just follow her into the dressing room and punish her for 'teasing' him. It wasn't like she was doing it on purpose either, no, Cedric didn't think she would do that to him, he knew his little sister didn't think of him like he thought of her but because of that it meant he couldn't say anything...if he pointed out she had flashed him, she would be so embarrassed, he didn't want to do that to her even if seeing her blush would be so perfect...

Another dress, this one was tied for his favourite with the grey one from earlier too. He obviously loved the subtle BDSM implications of it and the gothic style too, was something he was very fond of. He had wondered recently if it was the chicken or the egg...did he like the style because of how Natalya liked to dress or did he like Natalya in that way because of the style she chose? He had a feeling it was the former, that she made him like the style but he couldn't be completely sure. "Hmmm, yes. I would go with that one, that or the silver one from earlier. It suits you, you look absolutely gorgeous in it...and it probably won't make me fail any boys." He grinned up at her. "Probably." Letting her go back, he waited a little longer for her to come out this time, and when she did he couldn't take his eyes off her. This was sexy, like the other two he had difficulty seeing her in he was thankful for the coat once more as he looked her up and down, trying to keep a straight face. "I think you look incredible...stunning...if anything too good. I don't trust them around you if you were wearing that, Nat..."

He was going to continue when she dropped her phone and he chuckled as she turned to pick it up. "Clumsy, but at least you look g..." Then he froze. She had turned to pick up her phone, her rear facing him as she bent at the waist and the skirt lifted at the back and she was wearing...nothing. He could see everything, her bare, perfect ass...and Cedric was definitely and ass man...the lips of her pussy, the delicate folds, the arch of her thighs...his eyes went wide, his mouth fell open and his sentence forgotten as he immediately started to get hard beneath the coat. It lasted just a couple of seconds as she grabbed her phone and stood up but it was enough...and his mind had to be playing tricks on him because he could have sworn he saw her glisten, like she was a little wet, aroused. When she turned back to him, he hadn't moved, his mouth still open, face frozen as she talked to him, eyes where her ass had just been. Seconds passed as she motioned to the dress and waited for his response as thoughts of just grabbing her took over him and he hardened further beneath the coat and then...he managed to snap out of it, looking up at her. "What? Oh, yes, slippery. Umm..." He was blushing...him! He could feel his cheeks turn a shade darker as he knew he had been caught dumbfounded but he tried to play it off. "I...I like it, but again I don't think...no, the last one, or the silver one from earlier, those are the ones I would choose, princess..." His heart was racing as his arm fell down to help cover the slowly rising lump in his coat. "Yeah, one of those two I think, but that...maybe one day."
 
He'd called her gorgeous.. It had been hard to not feel something that showed in her face at the time. She'd wanted to glow. She knew how he felt about her, how she felt about him. He was the only one unaware of the entire situation. He had smiled and rolled her eyes at the "failing" comment. It was his reaction though to this two red piece, before she had even carried out her plan. She knew his favorite color, but to see such a reaction from him. His face had still been composed, but his eyes told another tale. High light blue eyes had raked over her hungrily, like a starving man just a fingertips breath from a feast. That look had taken her breath away and made her mouth dry. Raw need. It had crossed her mind that she shouldn't tease him, not when he was looking at her like he'd like nothing more to do than eat her. There was something to be said about not poking the wolf.

Then she'd bent over and it had been so worth it. Natalya had managed to strike her big brother speechless. His mouth open slightly his eyes fixated on what he had seen, which meant he was currently starring at her crotch level. Letting him sit there dumbfounded for a moment before she motioned to her dress. The blush in his cheeks an unusual sight. She tilted her head and moved closer, playing the part of concerned baby sister. Her palm pressing to his forehead gently. "Are you feeling okay Cedric?" Her and dropped and her lips replaced it, it was the same thing she had done her whole life. Testing his temperature with her hand and lips. It was the same thing their mother had done to them. "You look flushed, but you don't feel warm" Her voice held confusion she didn't feel, she knew why her big brother was bushing. A frown pulled her lips down as she took a few steps back looking toward the dressing room. "I can't pick.. They are both pretty.. Would you pick for me?" Looking back to him him, she offered a shy smile. "I could try them on again if you needed to see them again to pick?"

Inside however she was elated. Nat knew she wouldn't be able to tease him again like this for some time. It would be highly suspect. She'd have to be a good girl for a while. Just because she knew he fantasied about her, didn't give her some right to just torment him endlessly. But now, when he made her feel unsure and confused she could do the same. "Oh!" Her eyes lit up and she beamed at him "How was your date?" She didn't really care, but she loved him.. They could never be.. So he should find someone to love. She'd hate whoever it was in secret, but if they made Cedric happy.. She could allow it, pretend to be bubbly and happy for them, him.
 
Cedric knew he had been caught staring, if it were any other girl he might be in trouble, have been slapped or chastised but it was her, his sister...she clearly didn't realise he was checking her out and was more concerned. He felt her palm against his head and managed to close his mouth. What he had seen...oh gods he had wanted her before in the other dresses, he knew he wanted her in this one the moment he saw her and now...his arm moved to cover his lap as he felt himself growing hard, his not insignificant erection needing to be shielded from his baby sister while he looked up at her and nodded. "Yeah...yeah I'm okay, nothing is wrong, I just..." He smiled, she kissed the top of his head and he could have so easily tilted back to catch her lips on his, he wanted to...this wasn't just about sex for him, he was horny as hell right now but he...he loved her. He felt like he wanted more. He sighed softly. "Just a little off is all, I thought of something I wanted but I can't have it, it's not uh...available to me. I'll be okay though." He shook his head and looked up at her as she started towards the dressing room. "I think the silver...the black and purple is amazing too but you never wear anything like the silver one, it suits you. The one you're wearing...I'd probably kill people. You don't want to make a murderer of your big brother, do you?" He grinned. "It definitely suits you though, you look incredible." He smiled as she asked about his date, chuckling. "It was nice, she is...she was nice. Pretty, smart, fun to talk to. I might message her again, I think she wants another date, she just...I don't know. She isn't..." You. He wanted to say you, that was the exact word he had managed to stop himself from saying. "We will see, now come on, I'll pay for the dress and we can go get something to eat."

The rest of the day passed without him being teased so much, thankfully, they had a meal, they walked around the mall to find some accessories and he treated her to some. By the time he got home...well, he hadn't forgotten a thing, the sight of her was seared into his brain but at least he had the chance to calm down. He had brought everything in and smiled. "I'm gonna go do some work okay? Will you be alight by yourself?" He had chuckled and reached out to ruffle her hair. "I had a lot of fun today, I miss hanging out just the two of us. We should do it more often." Leaving her he had gone to his room and collapsed onto his bed, eyes closed while he thought of what he had wanted to do to her in his mind, how he had wanted to push her into that dressing room, push her against the wall after she had flashed him. How he had wanted to growl in her ear as he pinned her there and unzipped himself, taking out his thick, 9 inches and pressing it against her. How he would admonish her for teasing her big brother as he pushed into her, a hand on her waist and a hand in her hair, pulling her head back sharply so he could look down into her eyes as he took her in the middle of the store. Pulling out his journal, he started to write his new story while it was fresh on his mind.
 
His words made her ache. Thought of something I wanted but can't have. She knew what that thing was, or rather she assumed she did. Her. She didn't know what to say. She couldn't come out and say "I read your journal, I know what you want to do to me. I want it so badly it makes me weak in the knees" Well, she likely could have, but this wasn't fantasy. Her admission to either would likely cause things to get very awkward between them. She was the star in his fantasies, but just like she couldn't have a pet Cthulhu or Appa.. neither based in reality. His fantasy wasn't either, she doubted he'd let himself touch her like that. Natalya knew Cedric, his desire aside, he'd be her protector first. Even if that meant from him.

Walking back towards the dressing room she paused looking over her shoulder at him. A soft chuckle escaping her as he said he'd kill people. The dress was relatively tame in all honesty, a touch sexy.. Dressed again in her clothes, the silver dress over her arm she headed back out to him. She forced a smile as he told her about his date. They couldn't be, he deserved to be happy. The words she spoke catching in her throat "You should totally go for it" A part of her died at saying those six little words. Looking away as she said them so he wouldn't be able to see her face. Nodding she turned back with an easier smile. Food she could do. It was far safer.

The rest of the day passed by with less tension. Her teasing mildly backfiring slowly leaking away though never out of her mind. They picked out a few accessories, such as a pair of glittery pale grey heels and after a long talk they decided to forgo a necklace opting instead for a bracelet with faux diamonds and perks in the delicate shape of a flower and a pair of drop earnings that matched.

Once home she nodded some and let him vanish to do his work while she carefully put away the purchases. Everything in it's place she laid back and stared up at the ceiling, her mind revisiting the day. What she had done to him, how she felt about it.. It had been wrong, but she couldn't help but love teasing him.. Even if in the end it had hurt nearly as much as she'd enjoyed it. Closing her eyes she let out a sigh.


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A few days passed with little eventful happening. Tuesday now she looked at her phone. Cedric was going to be late, he was incredibly apologetic, and offered to order her pizza when he got home. Texting back that it was a deal she looked up the stairs. She'd been wondering how often he put in entries in his journal. She knew that looking would do her no good, make things worse even.. But she couldn't help the curiosity that tugged at her mind. It didn't take long before it won out and she was climbing the stairs to his room.

Biting her lower lip she sat on his bed, her hand slipping under his pillow, finding the soft leather journal. Pulling it out, she bit her lower lip, opening it and flipping to the last entry. Laying back in his bed she curled onto her side, journal in one hand. She could smell him on his pillow and she closed her eyes for a moment before slowly opening them. The story he'd written made her ache sweetly. What he would have done to her making her mouth go dry. Carefully closing the journal she replaced it and went to her own room. Horny she bit her lower lip as she closed her door, locking it.

Undressing she laid in her bed, two fingers slipping into her wet little pussy.. Touching herself to the thought of what could never be. Eyes closed she whimpered and moaned softly as she slowly brought herself closer to the edge. She didn't hear Cedric get home, too lost in her fantasy. Sweet little sounds tumbling from her lips and she squirmed on her bed. Her fingers soaked long before she came. Her climax a soft shout of pleasure, her voice louder than she intended. Panting she lay on her bed, chest rising and falling.
 
Helping her pick out accessories had honestly been a lot less stressful on him than picking out the dresses themselves had been, though a lot less exciting too, still, he had been okay sacrificing a little of that excitement after what he had seen already. Instead the day had passed relatively well, including the writing of his story in the journal, and after that he had let the next few days pass without incident either, though the vision of her in that dress was almost always at the front of his mind at the most inconvenient of times. That tuesday he was stuck giving detention to two of the girls that had decided to act out in his class and had texted her to apologise while he used the time to grade papers until it had finally been time to let them go. He was sure the girls had been expecting him to engage them, trying to talk to him while he worked but he had mostly brushed them off, there was only one girl on his mind these days, even if he had messaged Christie back and set up a second date for the weekend it wasn't her in his thoughts. Stopping by for pizza on the way home he got a half and half, meat feast for him and bbq chicken for Nat, getting one of the larger sizes and some drinks to go with them.

In the house, he called out to her first. "Natalya? Sorry I'm so late, students were being pains in my ass and I had to deal with it but I got a pizza for you like I promised! Maybe we can watch a movie together?" He had already picked out a nice horror for them to watch, looking through the netflix catalogue while he had waited for the pizza. There was no immediate answer, so he climbed the stairs to look for her, pizza in one hand. He was about to knock on her door when he heard her, pausing and pressing his ear to the door as his heart raced. Moans of pleasure, soft and sweet but easily recognisable, was she...doing what he thought she was? He waited, it was a few minutes before her voice raised and he heard her cry of pleasure and by that time he was semi-erect himself, his mind filled with images of what it could look like if he had only peeked. He took another minute to calm himself down before he knocked on the door, gently rapping it with one knuckle while he spoke softly. "Nat, are you in there? I got the pizza, did you want to watch a movie with me? I picked out one of those possession horror movies you love so much." He at least didn't want to make her feel self conscious so he decided to hide the fact he had been here for a while. "I'll be downstairs okay? Don't be long, I was stuck in traffic too so the pizza might get cold." Turning to leave the hallway, he carried it back downstairs and began to set up on the coffee table.
 
She had no idea that he'd come home or that he was just outside her door as she came. Laying there gasping her eyes closed as she let her heartbeat slow. Her thoughts had been on the stories she'd read, what her big brother wanted to do to her.. with her. When she heard the knock Nat sat up quickly blushing. Had he heard her? Her eyes watched the door carefully, still panting softly. "Okay.. I will be there in a minute" Her heart was racing again she climbed from her bed and padded naked to her bathroom. One quick shower later she was pulling on a pair of sweet pjs. The fabric was only slightly see through, but hid everything important, just gave little hints of what hid beneath. Her hair was braided away from her face to dry, in the morning her hair would wavy.

Coming down the stairs barefooted she padded toward the couch, one of her stuffies under her arm, his pale teal fur well worn from loving. Natalya had a thing for creepy cute bunnies. Leaning into him she brushed her lips against his cheek in greeting. Passing in front of him she bent to grab her plate and loading it up with pizza. Something she'd found was cuming made her hungry. Curling into his side, her legs stretched out over the rest of the couch she took a bite of pizza. "I was promised a horror movie?" Smiling at him shyly she laid her head to his shoulder and took a big bite of pizza, eyes on the TV as he hit play. "Was everything okay with the detention?" He'd been really late, it made her wonder what the students had done.
 
Giving her some time, knowing what she had just done, Cedric busied himself by setting up the food. Being a pizza, it didn't take long for him to separate the halves and lay the box on the table, placing down the drinks next to it and sitting himself down to pull up the movie, and after that he was on his phone, trying his best not to think about his little sister touching herself, making those noises...it just kept getting worse! He had seen her pussy now, he had heard the sounds she would make in pleasure, his fantasies that were once entirely imagination now had reference points to jump from. By the time she came down he was getting himself quite worked up and was happy just to have her with him as a distraction from...well, from her! Seeing the stuffed rabbit she had brought down with her he chuckled and slipped an arm around her as she cuddled into him.

"Yes, a horror movie! Look, it's one of those ones you really like with the weird possessed people." His tone had a hint of laughter in it, he loved horror movies too but these ones were his least favourite of them, but for whatever reason Natalya seemed to really enjoy them. He grabbed a slice of pizza and took a bite, squeezing her shoulder and quite comfortable with her leaning against him. "Yeah, just some students being a pain in the ass, some girls had decided to act out in class for whatever reason and I had to stay behind and make them do lines." He shook his head at the thought. "I hate giving detention when it makes me late, but part of the job. Luckily my own little sister is a good girl and isn't going to need that kind of thing, is she?" laughed again as the movie started, stroking her hair absent-mindedly as he just enjoyed the moment with her. "You behaved yourself while I was gone, I hope?" He knew she hadn't...not that what she had done was wrong, but it wasn't exactly behaving herself either, and he couldn't help but wonder what she had been thinking about. Why was he poking this when he knew it was no good for him? Even her pyjamas were almost see through...for some reason the universe was piling it on, making him think about her in that way more and more recently.
 
Rolling her eyes as he commented on the 'weird' possessed people. Natalya couldn't have said why she liked the horror movies with religious overtures, the demonic possession, she just did. A quick smile was offered to him as she took a bite of her pizza, munching on it happily. As the movie started she looked up at him from under her lashes. "Act out?" Cedric was one of the most relaxed teachers she knew... and it wasn't just because he was her brother. It was well known that he was kind and understanding with the students of the school. She smiled and gave a small giggle. Unable to help the words that make to mind and slipped from her mouth. "I am pretty sure what they were looking for had lines in it, but a very different outcome"

She was looking back at the movie when he said she was a good girl. She gave a small shake of her head. She'd never been given lines and she had no desire to start. She knew just from writing papers that when the hand started to cramp it was the worst. Her eyes closed as his hand began to stroke along her silky lavender locks. the touch was comforting, soothing. A small nod given. She'd been good, sorta. If one didn't take into account reading his private journal where he wrote about spanking.. fucking her... and then touching herself afterwards until she climaxed.

As they polished off the pizza, plates on the coffee table she shifted along the couch, her head laying in his lap. Nuzzling her cheek against his though almost absently as her eyes watched the TV. She liked this. She wished they were different, but if this was all they ever had.. She was happy.
 
"Yes, act out!" Cedric chuckled at her response, cute and innocent seeming as always and he smiled down at her. "They were being rather rude, deliberately ignorant and when I asked them to stop, they refused. I couldn't let that stand, I can be pretty strict you know...I don't care how cute they think they are, if they need to be punished they will get it." He shook his head as she giggled, knowing she probably didn't believe him. He was telling the truth though, while he didn't like punishing his students for most minor things, believing in a more relaxed attitude to their education would result in them wanting to behave rather than being forced to, he did draw the line at wilful disobedience like that. "Looking for lines? Hmm, I don't follow, explain?" As she had lowered her head down towards his lap he had been wanting to pull it there anyway so his hand easily found her hair while they watched the movie, her cheek against his thigh and his fingers idly petting her, sliding through the lavender locks and neatly straightening it. His other hand rested somewhere around where her stomach was, when he wasn't using it to eat a slice of pizza. He didn't know why he felt like such contact, it was bad for him mentally and maybe even slightly inappropriate but he didn't care, he just wanted to enjoy it.

As the movie progressed and he finished his food, it started getting a little jump scary, something that didn't really affect him very much but he knew they would make her jump. His hand moved to her hip, squeezing gently while his other still played with her hair. A particularly bad one happened with the woman appearing from nowhere to leap out at the screen in the middle of a conversation and he chuckled, his own heart leaping. "That was a bad one huh? Are you okay, sweetpea?" He had been slightly unfocused when it had happened, he had stopped really paying attention to the movie and had been thinking of her in her room, touching herself, and then desperately trying to stop thinking about it as he could feel himself start to grow aroused, knowing he was just inches from her head. To make it worse, the way he was sitting his manhood was leaning to that side of his trousers and he would have to move to adjust, which made it all the more dangerous if he got hard.
 
His question was just answered with a giggle and a small shake of her head. "Nevermind, it was a bad joke" The joke had indeed been bad anyway. She had made the joke to go two different way. xxx, six lines crossing and that they had wanted something more like his journal entries, and she couldn't even tell him that. Best to let it go and thankfully he let her drop the subject. Her head in his lap while he played with her hair. The touching made her want to purr, if that was a possibility. The way his fingers slipped through her hair, the shivers trailing along her skin and down her spine. She couldn't purr, but she could have moaned. When the idea hit her she roughly bit her lower lip, she wouldn't moan.. no no no no.

She was focusing on not moaning at the simple little touch of her brother's hand in her hair when the jump scared happened. Swearing softly as she bit her lip she nodded a little to his question. Sucking on her lower lip, she could taste the blood. She'd bitten herself good, but she would be okay. "Yeah.." Her voice sounded small as she answered him, little like even as she blushed with embarrassed. Whimpering finally she sat up slowly, looking towards him. "Okay maybe not... I bit myself..." There indeed in her lush lower lip was the imprint of teeth and a bloodied mark from where one of her teeth had broken the skin.
 
Cedric had chuckled and let it go, certain she didn't mean the kind of lines he was thinking about. Oh if only schoolteachers were allowed to use the cane still, he would love to let loose on a few of those brats...in the past it would even have been a fantasy, now though all his sexual attentions seemed to be laser focused on the one person they really really shouldn't be. He let it go, absent-mindedly stroking his fingers through her hair until she had jumped and he had laughed softly, looking down at her. He could already see the small amount of blood even as she said she was okay, and it wasn't long at all before she sat up and admitted what she had done. Her voice sounded higher...what he would imagine her 'little' voice to sound like, and he chuckled as he looked towards her with a smile. "I thought so, come here, let me see." he had ignored her blush, realising it was probably embarrassment at biting her own lip and not wanting to make her feel any worse for what was a simple accident.

Without waiting for her to come to him he shifted in his seat, turning and getting to his knees while his hand came up and around her throat in a way. It wasn't choking, there was no pressure as his palm rested against her throat and his fingers against the nape of her neck. Using his thumb like this, he tilted her chin upwards, making her look up at him...it was done completely out of instinct and without thought as to how aggressive a way to hold somebody it was as he leaned towards her for a better look, eyes on her bottom lip while his other hand came up. His thumb ran over the lip, pulling it down. "Hmm, yeah, definitely bleeding. I don't think there is much that can be done for it though except to let it be, at least there isn't a lot of blood." Looking at her like this he wanted nothing more than to lean in and kiss her, to suck that bottom lip lightly and even taste it, he didn't mind that she was bleeding, he just wanted to do it and it was a struggle not to His thumb slid across the lip, running through the blood before he pulled that hand away and finally released his grip on her neck. "Come here, I'll cuddle you and you'll forget all about it, I promise." He was already pulling her back towards his lap, though whether it was for her to climb into it or rest her head even he wasn't sure, and without thinking he raised his thumb to his own lips, tasting her blood and her lips to suck it clean. Realising how strange that looked, he tried not to look at her as he tugged still, his eyes turning back to the screen.
 
Blushing she turned towards him. Even with him not knowing the reason she'd been biting her lower lip. Rather than waiting for her to move closer Cedric turned on the couch, rising to his knees before her. Even like this her big brother towered over her, her face level with his chest. When his hand closed around her throat her mouth went dry. When his thumb gently forced her chin upwards she met his eyes, blush deeper. She'd never been touched this way by anyone and while not even sexual in the sense one would think, there was a definite dominance behind it. It stroked something inside her, her lips parting, eyes hazing over with a need she didn't even know how to place. Wincing, a gasp slipped from her parted lips as his thumb ran over her lower lip her eyes saw the way his eyes had darkened.

Heart pounding loud enough she was sure he could hear it as his thumb brushed over her lower lip again. A small little sound of pain coming from the touch. Closing her eyes tightly for a moment as she fought the desires rising in her. It was wrong that either of them felt the way they did. Her brother was a good man. He didn't need his slut baby sister ruining his life. Though when his voice offered to cuddle her she slowly opened her eyes. Those deep blue eyes watched as her big brother suck his finger clean of her blood. Neither of them said anything as he pulled her closer.

Slipping into his lap, her back to the arm of the couch she laid her head on his shoulder. The way she was sitting she could feel his hardness beneath her thin PJ bottoms. Closing her eyes, she took a slow deep breath. Slut.. Her mind taunted her with the word as she pretended they were like what he wrote in his journal. This was wrong, but it was just fantasy. It would be okay.. Slut slut slut.
 
Cedric realised his mistake around the same time that his little sister moved into his lap rather than lay her head in it, but it was too late for him to stop her. She had needed comfort and his instincts had kicked in, that combined with the overly aggressive way he had held her still while checking her lip had made him lose focus. He hadn't been able to help himself, his dominant nature peeking out as he, for a moment, had behaved exactly as he had wanted to unchecked rather than filter himself like he usually did. As freeing and right as it had felt, he knew damn well that he probably shouldn't have done it. It hadn't affected just him either, her eyes had seemed to lose focus as he had help her throat, she had made a soft sound of pain that had aroused him further than he had already been and he suspected she might have seen the look in his own eyes, though he hoped she didn't recognise it for what it was.

And now she was in his lap, thankfully her rear was closer to the edge of the sofa but he knew he was almost completely hard, knew she could feel him. The pyjama bottoms weren't thick, and her thighs were weighing down on his manhood, there was no way she didn't know. To combat the awkwardness, he decided he wasn't going to say anything about it, eyes glued to the screen as he ran his fingers up through her hair. Her head on his shoulder it was oh so easy for him to just pet her like this, try to soothe her. "Silly girl, I don't know why you decided to bite your lip but it's okay, I have you. It didn't look too serious..." It was just small talk really as the movie played and he tried not to shift beneath her, or not to turn and just kiss her hard on the lips. He could do that...oh he so very much wanted to just kiss her, to lay her down and treat her like a lover and not like his little sister...it was agony not to.

The movie played on, and slowly his erection subsided, taking longer because of the thoughts he was having about her but not mentioning it, for him at least, worked. The entire time he was playing with her hair and keeping her head close to his shoulder, an arm around her back while the other stroked her. It was both the sweetest torture he had ever been through and the most wonderful time he had ever had just watching a movie, at some point he had even rested his cheek on top of her head. As the movie drew to a close he didn't want to let her go. "How is your lip doing princess? Feel any better yet?"
 
Cuddled into him, in her own little fantasy, she was acutely aware of what was pressing against the softness of her thighs. In truth she didn't know anything about males and their.. size, but her brother felt large. The thought about him, his size all of it, brought blush to her cheeks. She let her fantasy draw out as they watched the movie. Neither of them mentioning that he had been rock hard.. About the way either of them had looked after his hand had circled her slender neck. The feel of his fingers in her hair brought back that desire to make a soft sound, and now she no longer had her lip to help keep the noise it. It ached softly and she knew biting it again would just hurt. "I was just chewing on it when the jump scare came.." A half truth, to be sure..

Natalya had no idea the thoughts Cedric had, her own very similar. She knew a few things now about her brother from the two stories she had read. He was a dominant and a sadist of a flavor. Since finding his journal she'd done some research, talked to some people on Reddit. Some helpful, some really creepy. She didn't really know much, truth be told. Just scratching the surface of the world. She also knew, one thing about herself. She liked what she'd read. She wanted him to do those things to her.

Being cuddled into his lap and gently petted the whole movie she was having trouble keeping her eyes open. She felt safe in his arms. It didn't matter that she didn't want to miss a second of this, her body still tugged at her, demanding she sleep in his arms. In time, she fell asleep, unable to fight the pull. As the movie drew to a close, she didn't stir. Nor when he asked her how she was doing. Her only response was a soft little snore, her body shifting closer into his warmth and a mummer of a word. His name on her lips "Cedric"
 
Cedric had shaken his head, laughing softly while he petted her. "I wouldn't recommend chewing your lip while we watch something scary then, princess. Doesn't seem like a good idea..." He had no idea why she had been doing it, but it really had come back to bite her, quite literally. Once the movie was coming to an end and he tried to talk to her again, his name was the only word she spoke, coming with a soft snore and her cuddling even closer into him. He looked down at her, sleeping in his arms, and he sighed softly. This felt so good...there was nowhere else he would rather be, nothing else he would rather be doing but he felt so guilty about that, so bad for wanting it, wanting this. It wasn't even sexual right now, he couldn't blame it on lust or pent up desires and frustration when just holding her and petting her felt so right to him. He leaned down and kissed her on the lips while she slept, soft and chaste. "I love you, Natalya. More than you will ever know." His voice was low so as not to wake her as he shifted.

With her still in his arms he laid back on the couch, worming down so that he was on his back with her laying on top of him, still cuddling close with her head to his shoulder. Like this, he could just fall asleep, though it would take him a while. His hand slid up and down her back, stroking her while he thought about all the things he wanted but could never have, sometimes even sliding a little too low, his hand over her ass, his mind allowing him at least that before he finally started to drift off himself. When he did fall asleep, he dreamt of her. Not just sexually, though that was there too, making him hard again in the waking world, but of just being able to be with her, of a dream world where she felt the same and accepted it, where they both threw caution to the wind and were together. It was the happiest dream he had ever had.
 
The sweet kiss, the mummer of his voice was slept through. Her dreams were pleasant and though when she woke she wouldn't remember them, they echoed his own. A life with him, how they both wanted their lives to be. And she she slept on top of him through the night she never once woke. His warmth keeping her warm. The siren song of his heart and breath keeping her deep within the dream world. It wasn't until the sun had risen in the sky that she began to stir. At some point Natalya had slid to the side, so she was trapped comfortably between him and the back out the couch. One leg tangled between his, one small hand stretched across his chest, curled into a small fist in his shirt.

Lashes slowly flickering as the beam of light fell across her face from the front door. A soft sound slipping from her. Nuzzling her cheek against the warmth of his chest she sighed softly. Warm chest? her eyes flew open. She had no doubt who she was snuggled up against. Cedric. It was his arm around her waist, his hand on her hip. His warm breath that ruffled her hair. Why did this feel so right, when it was so wrong? She wanted nothing more than to lay back down, cuddle up to her big brother and close her eyes. She should, she shouldn't. The choices circled in her mind, though the choice was taken from her when his cell phone began to ring merrily. She hated that phone and the person on the other end with her everything... "Cedric.." She shifted and brushed her lips to his chin. "Your phone.."

What she wanted to do was far from this, but perhaps the phone was her savior. If she hadn't have slept further, she might have done something foolish. Something that would alter their relationship. Something she or they both could never come back from. She poked his chest, a little tap of her finger against his chest. "Ricky.. wake up.."
 
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