I groan, and squeeze my legs together hard. So is mine, I want to say, but I can't summon the courage. But I suspect she knows anyway.
'So why me, here, now?'
'Because,' she answers. 'I needed the attention and I think you did too.'
'Even though I'm your sister?'
'Especially since. I know you, I love you, and in your current state you can't run.' She gives me a mischievous grin.
'No fair, preying on the wounded.'
'I didn't hear you complaining.', she retorts.
I lie quietly, watching her breasts rise and fall as she breathes. My thoughts are churning furiously. Neither of us are sozzled, and Lexi's clearly in full control of herself.
And yet... the entire situation seems like a dream. I'll freely admit to frequent fantasies about her, but the actual physical reality of it is overloa
