Tracey King

conscious now that his groin was centred on hers, and in thinking this he felt blood starting to surge towards it in a way that made it start to grow. He pushed himself up onto his arms and looked up, his face barely an inch away from his sisters. She was looking at him the same way he was looking at her, trying to figure the other one out. Her lips were slightly parted as she took in air. There was colour in her face and the beginning of sweat on her forehead. He glanced down to the junction of their bodies, where his joggers clad groin rested against her pelvis underneath her leggings. She traced his eyes and then met his gaze. For a second they just lay in that position, taking breath and computing, and then he felt her