You guys always think we poor, defenseless little females need our big, strong, hairy men to save us. I’m not a child, Olan. I don’t need protecti...g. What I needed was a man I could trust. He deceived me. I believed he was dead and he did nothing to change that, to let me know that he was alive. He just left me to rot in grief. Fuck him.’ Olan tried to speak again, coughing weakly, gasping for breath. Opening the bottle of water, she brought it to his lips, holding his head while he drank. ‘I’m. Real quality time, where the being together, the laughter and the shared memories being exchanged count more than the normal boundaries that society places on us. Eventually the bubbles had completely faded and the air cooled to a degree that was no longer pleasant. The men left the bathroom to light the fire in the lounge and to warm the food in the coal stove that the cook had prepared for us that morning and left in the gas fridge. All dressed and ready for another glass of wine, we joined. "Katherine smiled. "Yeah, how long has it been since Monica?" Three years.." Why's that?" asked Katherine, interested."I don't know, I just feel uncomfortable talking to girls sometimes. It's always so awkward when I go on dates." This doesn't seem awkward," pointed out Katherine."You're my sister. It's different."Katherine smiled. "Not that different." She spent the rest of the meal staring into her brother's deep blue eyes, her attraction to him bordering on painful. All of her actions were. After 5 minutes she says she wants to sleep on my bare chest.I took my shirt off, don’t expect a chiseled chest. I was tall 6 feet 2 inch, lean body but a tiger line short chest hair. She loved that chest hair pattern. She put her head and started playing with my chest hair. I was cuddling her. Slowly she started playing with my nipples. It was the icebreaker.I asked her to come over me started kissing her. She put both her hands holding my head. Her whole weight on me and my arms running all.