"Relax. Don't be nervous. You're doing great. I'm enjoying this. It feels... Tunny... this feels really, really right to me. Is that weird?"

Winston chuckled nervously. "It's your hormones talking. You'd say that to the twelve year-old kid who delivers our newspaper if he was in my place right now."

"Maybe," she giggled again.

"Tunny?"

"Yeah?"

"I love you," she said simply. She turned her head to softly kiss his nose. It was a sweet but absurdly chaste gesture given where his hand was.

"I love you too, sis."

She closed her eyes and settled herself. He watched her lick her lips, her little pink tongue darting out to trace...