Mountain of Memories

It had been a long time ago. More than the six months since Maggie had left. It was more like a year ago.

It felt like three thousand.

They slept together curled up. Whatever position they took, one was always nestled in some safe warm crook of the other, hand held, arms pulling close. Half-sleepy kisses brushed against foreheads, cheeks, shoulder blades. It was the happiest time he had ever experienced, and until that point, it was safe to say Maggie most joyful time, too.

Rhys usually woke up first, and he never could figure out why. But it was so sweet to feel the softness of his sister’s bare skin pressed against his, to watch her sleep. She always seemed half-child, half-fae to him, but in sleep, the child won out. Especially with the little circle stream of drool trailing down her cheek. Chuckling, he wiped it away with his thumb, smoothed her hair, and pulled her head close to his chest.

‘Mmm.’ Maggie stirred. ‘Mornin’.’

‘It’s not morning,’ Rhys said softly. ‘Only very early, about three or four, I think. Go back to sleep, sweet.’

‘In a minute,’ his sister mumbled, still sleepy.

Her hands had a mission, though. And they were easily satisfied, finding him hard already, making him moan with the way they gripped his length. Her mouth found him next, warm and wet, stroking the head of his cock before she took him in nearly to the base. Fuck, she was good at making him crazy, and she did enjoy sucking on him like a lollipop.

In the end, though, he still settled his sister onto her back. Maggie knew what she wanted, and drew her legs up when he spread her thighs. Rhys kissed her between her legs, making her shudder, before he rose in front of her.