Chapter 2

Maggie got all quiet after they smoked. She went into the house. When he got in, he saw his sister was preparing a sauna, and watched as she got in, walking through the hallway almost naked.

Rhys wondered, longingly, if she’d be against having company in there, when he saw her toweled. Some of her breasts showed, and her legs seemed long on the other end of the (seemingly) tiny cotton towel. She’d kept the braids, but not the hat, obviously, and was barefoot in the house. It made Rhys remember all the other times he’d seen his sister—naked, at that point in their relationship—go into the sauna. He’d usually follow her, or sometimes even the opposite--he’d go in first, and then be delighted by his little nude visitor.

Her passion was both tender and sweet. It was nice to kiss in the sauna; it made their hearts slow. The heat was pleasant, and so was sweating. They would wrap around one another, limbs entangled, not quite going all the way...

‘I want you,’ Maggie would pant, against his ear, where his hair was wet. But he would only kiss her neck, her breasts (pausing to lick and suck there, as well) and sometimes his sister’s mouth.

Yes. He was so hard thinking of it. Rhys knew he shouldn’t have done it, that he shouldn’t have started imagining fucking her when she was basically naked right down the hall. (And he tried to push these thoughts away for months when they came unbidden, but now he was practically constructing a new fantasy!)

Fuck ... Maggie had wanted to end this. Just because she had come back didn’t mean she wanted to start it with him again. Geez, she’d brought a boyfriend! And Rhys had run the guy off. (Even if the new guy was dumb as all that.) What right did he have to ruin the new life she was trying to build? None. None at all.

Deflated now, he swallowed hard and put the soup on. Decided not to hate on weed anymore. Rolled another fattie and went outside to smoke it, in the cold almost-winter air. And Rhys could admit, he actually felt better after doing it.

The soup smelt good when he came back. The fire was low, so it didn’t burn hot, but it would stew for the next hour or more. He stirred it anyway, anticipating the rich tastes later.

Then he got undressed. He had decided to join his sister in the sauna ... and not for any seductive purpose, either. To apologize.

She was all the way naked when he stepped into the room. Skin rosy with heat, glistening with sweat. When Maggie opened her eyes, her deep brown gaze held no fear, reproach, or shame at being nude. Rhys noticed she made no move to cover herself. Trying not to rake her body with his eyes, he sat on the bench opposite, although it was a fairly small space, and as he sat, rearranged his towel to cover his lap rather than wrap around his waist.

‘It is all right if I join you?’ he asked, belatedly.

‘Sure,’ his sister said smoothly. Removed. ‘I don’t mind.’

‘I would like to apologize,’ Rhys said immediately, but she didn’t seem bothered anymore.

‘Don’t worry. It’s okay,’ Maggie said. ‘Really. I’d say something, Rhys. You know I would.’

‘Yeah. You would.’

They were quiet for several moments. Maggie tilted her head back, closing her eyes, appearing to relax into sleep.

Swallowing hard—feeling guilty, but too hungry for the simple sight of her—Rhys drank in every curve. Her breasts were still high and plump, each topped with a large pinkish-red nipple and areola. They were firm now, poking out in opposite directions from her freckled chest. Did that mean she was...? No, it couldn’t be...

Despite the large tent (and stain) in Rhys’ towel, he even leant forward to look closer at her slightly parted legs, at the dark hair there. Was that glimpse of soft pink wet with moisture?

That was when Maggie spoke, startling him. He sat up straight, eyes skipping away in guilty haste, but he saw she never opened her eyes.

‘Are you shy?’

‘What?’ Rhys glanced down at his towel. Momentary panic had made him feel stupid and slow. ‘Oh, no. But, since we used to ... have a different kind of relationship, I thought it best to let you give me cues on what’s okay.’ And I’d definitely not hiding an erection under here. She could see I was hard if she opened her eyes, the very second she laid eyes on me.