With histwo hands cupping her ass, he raised her skirt to her midriffand licked her luxuriously. When she came, she clamped her legstogether and pushe... him away. He just kneeled there for a whilewatching her; finally she straightened up, reached for herdrink, and gave him a nod.He stood slowly, and gazed intently at her. Then he slowly undidthe apron strings, and dropped it to the floor. Then he slowlyunzipped his skirt and let that fall to the floor. He stoodthere in the moonlight; slinky legs. I admit to having to quiet my heart and restrain myself from looking around.“Miss Emily… It’s great to see you!” as I turn, he gives courteous greeting to Oma, but his eyes barely leave me for her. Our eyes meet. I take him in in one glance. The JC Penny white shirt fits him well and the blue blazer does not, bought to be a little too large so that he won’t have to buy another as his shoulders do their final filling out. Khaki pants, brown shoes, clumsily polished over the laces, all draped. Her mind seemed to be clearing as her body relaxed, exactly what I'd done.“What are we gonna do if this—you and Javon together so much—gets out?” I asked her trying to show that I was concerned about the thing that bothered her too. “What if word gets around and you get a 'reputation?'She chuckled softly at that. “Too late to be worried about that,” she said. “Too many people saw us today, and I think the few people on post that don't know about us already will know all about it soon.She. Then Rory playing aunt kept the feelings down, but like all things, not for too long and certainly not forever. Things were fine and then they weren’t. Nothing between them went on, no words were spoken.“I have had a lot of time to think about things,” Chance says taking a seat at the edge of the bed.“And so have I,” Rory informs him.Chance hates that this has all been brought about because of fear—his fear. He adores and loves his sister beyond all measure and he constantly desires to have her.