Kate kept on talking, in that darkened room. It’s very quiet in a forest at night, which made the room feel much more intimate.
“Probably a year, for me. Yeah, must be almost a year. Some drummer, in a hotel. Man, was I bored.”
“How interesting. I’d like to sleep now.”
“Nothing after that. That’s pathetic, isn’t it? I mean, not your level of pathetic, but still. I’m hot. You’d think there’d be a queue. I’d love that, actually. Take ’em three at a time. Have ’em plug me up like a leaky rubber boat.”
Now I sat up, leaning on my elbow.
“Kate, shut the hell up. Could you make this even weirder? Do you have a pierced nipple you’d like to show me or something? Bloody hell, I don’t need to know all that!”
Well, she finally got me. It was all meant to get me to fly off the handle and now she had succeeded. She howled like a wolf and because her laughter is as contagious as an aerosol spray with Ebola in a leukaemia unit, soon I was laughing too.
“Oooooh, I’ve missed that. I was beginning to think I’d forgotten how to get you angry,” she giggled, shaking the bed.
“You still got it. Now, can we get some sleep? I’ve had a bit of a day, you know.”
“Okay. Good night, brother dearest.”
I pretended to snore.
“Funny you should say that, though. I do have a piercing somewhere. You’ll never guess. ‘Ere, if you can find it while I sleep, I’ll make breakfast tomorrow. Have a rummage.”
“Shut. Up.”
I still chuckled, though. The things that girl would say…
I probably wouldn’t have slept a wink that night. The past few months I had generally slept only five to six hours, more from exhaustion than anything else. But this night, I slept just fine. There was a warm, friendly body nearby and whenever I woke up there was an arm or a leg against me, which was just nice. I’ve been told I snore, but there were no complaints. Whenever I was briefly awake, she was just breathing quietly.
I did have to disturb her when I woke up because my bum was getting cold, though. Technically it was a double bed, but this size is called a ‘twijfelaar’ in Dutch, literally a ‘doubter’: wide for a single, bit small for a double. She was curled up against me, being the little spoon, and her ass pressed into me so hard that my own behind was now pushed out over the edge of the bed.
“Kate… You awake?”
“Hmmm?” It didn’t sound as if she was actually awake.
“You’re pushing me out of bed,” I whispered.
She pressed her buttocks deeper into my groin and just sighed. My dick had woken up because of this long ago, but other mechanisms had kicked in to make me move out of the way. You don’t want your penis rubbing up against your kid sister’s ass, really. What if she woke up and thought I had manoeuvred myself in that position?
“Hey, stop that. Lie on your back or something. I’m not your drummer.”
Without a word she moved away again and I managed to get back on board. Oh great, now I had an erection. My dick hadn’t been anywhere near a woman for ages, so it had been happy just where it was. And now, to make the point it wasn’t happy with being moved from rubbing against those silky knickers, it got as hard and as large as it could and then began to throb. Hands-free, I mean.
Ordinarily I’d have found some relief and gone back to sleep, but that wasn’t going to happen with her in the room, obviously. And so, very carefully, I climbed out of bed.
Just as I found myself near the door, Kate’s hand shot out from underneath the blankets and turned on the light. I still had my boxers on, but they looked like a navy signal flag now. I’ll admit it would have been funny if a black triangle was the one for ‘I require a tug’, but it isn’t.
Kate was looking straight at my pitched tent.
“Jesus Christ, where are you two going?”
“Just getting a drink,” I said, turning away. I meant to say ‘get a drink of water’, obviously.
“Buy him one too,” she giggled. I snuck out of the room, not sure where to go. Jack off on that sofa? Bit nasty. And what if she got up?