”That was it, I held the tears in as long as I could while I cleaned Frankie up, and then as I picked up my clothes and left the room, I looked back...and said, “And thank you for being the best little br0ther a girl could ever want,” and then I went into my room and broke down.Janice got home about an hour later, and after Frankie went to sleep, we sat up and talked. I reiterated that she had no reason to feel guilty about what happened with Frankie, and that until he was healed, he might need. I wanted so much to lie down and hold her, but I sensed her stunned body and felt her tight neck arteries relaxing. I thought she would recover in just a moment, and if she were still thinking of me as a monster, well, being in my arms would not be exactly where she'd like to wake up... I sat in the chair and watched her breathe. "Oh Melanie," I thought and prayed. "I'm so glad I told you. No matter what... I'm so glad I told you..."She blinked open her eyes, looked around the room for a second. She was 5’4, her figure was 34-32-38. She was nice and curvy, enough to make any guy hard. She had long brownish-black hair which reached her lower back, and it was always in a bun. She wore round specs and used to wear tight jeans (or yoga pants when it was the evening batch) and t-shirts which highlighted those big boobs. She had curves and fat in all the right places.Coming back to the story, she was a familiar face as we were in the same division in our college. Although we never spoke or. "Your uncle has discovered the missing key." "I don’t care." He kissed me again, making the blazing want climb. He trailed kisses to my ear. "He will check on you and then on me," he whispered. "Can he harm you?" "Not anymore." "Then don’t leave me wanting." He needed no further urging. His mouth returned to mine, sending the fiery need to every part of me anew. His hands clutched at me, like I might escape. We were already exposed to one another; it was just a matter of fitting one last key in.