I’d curled up and was halfway dozing when Kylie took a break. She set her brush and paints aside, took another long stare at her mostly finished painting, then turned toward me and her chair. She squeaked in surprise, then giggled at scaring herself.
“Oops,” she said. “I forgot you were there.”
“Mmhm, I know. You were having a good time, though.”
“I was. Sorry.”
I shrugged and let my eyelids fall partly closed again.
Kylie hovered for a moment, then resumed course and padded over to me. She slipped into the chair next to me; mostly on top of me, in fact. She curled up snugly with me, and I put my arm around her without even thinking about it.
My hand landed on her hip. I felt the material of her panties, but also bare flesh. I didn’t dare move once I had settled, despite the unintentional nature of my hand placement.
The chair had been turned from its usual window facing direction, but Kylie had landed in a weird half-sitting, half-lying position that still allowed her to look out the large panes of glass into the dim evening scenery. I turned my head a bit to look out along with her.
“You’re so warm,” she whispered.
“I s’pose I am.”
“It’s nice.” She leaned her head on my shoulder. “I think that’s what bothers me most about being alone so much. Most of the time I need to be by myself. But sometimes… sometimes I need something. Contact. Warmth.”
“We all do.”
“I guess. But I feel like I’m the only one who hasn’t figured it out.”
“Well that’s incorrect. I’d say most people don’t have it figured out.”
“Maybe. In a different way, though.” Kylie sighed. “They’re all running around finding someone to sleep with. Someone to be with. Multiple someones, even. And yeah, they’re generally not doing a good job of it, but at least they’re doing something.”
I tightened my arm around her. “You’re not them. You’re you.”
“I am. Which leaves me putting you in an awkward position just so I can try to figure myself out.”
“I don’t mind.”
I slipped my hand down to her butt to emphasize my point. It was getting easier all the time. Easier to take liberties. Easier to do things with her that I probably shouldn’t.
“Sometimes you don’t,” Kylie said. “But sometimes you do. And either way, it’s not fair of me. I’m s’posed to be your big sis. I’m not s’posed to do what I’ve been doing.”
She was so warm against me. The same way I was to her. She was soft, and the faint scent of her teased my nostrils. I was getting lost in her the longer she snuggled on me.
“I love you,” I said.
“Mmm, me too. But it’s not meant to be that kind of love.”
“No, it isn’t.”
My hand crept up, away from her butt, under her shirt. Her flesh was just as soft and warm there as everywhere else. I went higher and higher, up to her breasts.
Kylie twisted her head, giving me an uncertain look, biting her lip. I met her gaze as evenly as I could.
“I don’t want to mess this up,” she whispered. “I don’t want you to stop visiting.”
“That won’t happen.”
“Promise?”
“Promise.”
Kylie’s lips met mine. She shifted her whole body around, kissing me all the more fiercely as she got better leverage.