“You don’t have to do that.”
“No? Are you gonna go?”
Kylie hesitated. “Well… not now…”
“That’s what I thought. I’ll go.” I kissed her on the forehead. “And later today, if you’re up for it, we’d better do groceries again. Or tomorrow.”
“If I say tomorrow, does that mean you’ll come back again?”
I gave her a lopsided grin. “I might just still be here.”
Kylie smiled back shyly. “You’ll get tired of me by then. I won’t be much fun when we’re not… you know. ‘Cause I’ll need to paint for a while. Do some alone things. Me stuff.”
“I know,” I assured her. “We’ll burn that bridge when we get to it.”
“Cross,” she said. “Cross that bridge.”
“Funnier my way.”
****
My trip out ended up being lengthier than I anticipated. Bedding was easy enough. I had to text Kylie to figure out what size her bed actually was, but other than that it was a quick jaunt in and out of the store.
However, instead of going straight back, I figured I better get prepared. I packed some clothes and supplies from my place, on the basis that I didn’t know how long I’d be staying at Kylie’s. Maybe another night. Maybe longer. Maybe I’d be back at my place by bedtime. It was all up in the air.
I was pretty sure I could count on at least another night, despite the uncertainty. I couldn’t get my sister out of my head. Couldn’t stop thinking about her. I needed to see her more, to be around her. Maybe, hopefully, to have sex with her again. Repeatedly.
To that last end, I stopped at a drug store and bought some condoms. Just in case. There was no point being unnecessarily stupid about things. Also just in case, I opted for getting the morning after pill for Kylie. Again, even though I didn’t think there’d be a problem, there was no point taking stupid risks.
Perhaps unsurprisingly, Kylie didn’t even seem to notice how long I’d taken. She barely registered my return at all. It was her painting, of course. She’d become lost in her creative zone once again; a place where time and relationships didn’t have nearly the impact they ought to.
She was working on her nude portrait of the both us. In my absence, she’d opted to pose naked for herself in the mirror and touch up her half of the painting.
“I’m back,” I said.
“So you are,” Kylie agreed. “Take your clothes off and come here.”
“Um… ok.”
I might have gotten excited, except that I was about eighty percent sure she just wanted me to model some more. Still, watching her practice her art in the nude was interesting in its own right. And getting naked with her, even for semi-platonic purposes, that had a certain thrill to it as well.
As I suspected, Kylie got me to pose with her so she could see us both in the mirror. I tried to be good. I didn’t try very hard, but I tried. My hands started wandering pretty quickly in any event. She giggled and pushed them away when I got too distracting, but didn’t once tell me to stop.
When she’d take her small pauses to examine her progress and plan the next steps, Kylie dropped her nearest hand down to stroke my cock a bit. It started as a deliberate gesture, but after a while I got the distinct impression she wasn’t even really thinking about it anymore.