“How are you feeling?” He smiled at her, a small crooked thing that made her heart pound far faster than any big, charming grin ever had, and she ...herished it.“Still cold, but tolerable, thank you.”“Don’t thank me – I’d be dead if it weren’t for you. The least I can do is be a human...” He paused, seeming lost for words.“Human bed warmer?” She giggled, and he smirked. Her giggle was interrupted by a huge yawn, and she pressed her face into his shoulder. “I wonder how late it is?”“Late enough.”. Tracy said that she would think about it and then let the subject drop. I decided it would be best not to push any harder about the situation.A week went by without a word on the subject, then one night Tracy came home from her weekly craft classes and told me that she needed to talk with me and motioned for me to follow her. I followed her into the bedroom and asked her what was up. Tracy sat on the edge of the bed and asked.”Remember when you told me it would be OK if I fucked Ken?””Yes,” I. He exhaled heavily when he hands slid over my hips. With one hand on each hip, he slowly started to pull up my skirt with his fingertips. I put my hands over his and he stopped.He whispered softly, “I’m not going to do anything. I just want to touch your skin.”Without saying a word, I took my hands off of his, and I started to help him slide my skirt up on the sides. His large warm hands slid over the skin on my hips and thighs. He moved them slowly up and down my thighs, and around my hips,. .. you don't do those things together..." We aren't hurting anyone..." No ... I know..." And ... I like it, Mom ... Dex does too ... not like we're fucking..." Kira Marie Peterson! Language!" Sorry," she said, sounding less chastised than I'd have liked, "but it's true ... we're just ... playing."I sat silently a moment. I finally managed to calm myself and said, "Listen, Kira ... I just think it's wrong for you and your brother to know each other that way. Your body and his are private things,.