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Now, *there* was a question.
I ran my hands over the short length of her, from her tender
shoulders to the back of her knees, savoring every square inch in
between. I let my fingers linger, splayed, on her little ass, covering
both cheeks. I let my hands lightly gauge her waist -- could it be so
tiny? I concentrated on the feel of her quickening breasts pressed
against me -- could they really be so small and firm?
I wrapped my arms around her, tiny lover, and held her close. She
murmured wordlessly against the side of my neck and shifted, legs
parting, to straddle my thigh. She sighed softly in her sleep,
contented. I had made love to her and she to me. Whatever might come of
it, we would deal with well and honestly and -- I trusted -- with
maturity.
I was worried more about my maturity than hers. I knew it was a
once-in-a-lifetime occurrence, or should be no more than that. But I
wanted it to happen again. I wondered if she wanted it to happen again.
I wondered if it should happen again. Or if she thought it should ever
happen again. Or if anyone else thought it should happen again.
The memory comes at me like a dream. I cannot trust it. Pictures
shift in my mind and slide over each other in a pastiche of light and
darkness, like leaves moving in the wind. Smells come to me from nowhere,
more distinct than the pictures but shifting just as quickly; the smell
of moss, of the loam of needles in the forest, of the sweet decay of wood...continue -> incest paysites |
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