Rebecca fell back onto her pillow, panting slightly…well maybe more than slightly, maybe more like she'd just been fucked like she'd never been fucked before.
"Damn, I'm glad we weren't related," she said, just before her face twisted up, "I just said that out loud, didn't I?"
"You did," Justin agreed, "I'd probably call you on it and force us into some awkward discussion of our recent half-siblingness if it weren't for how great I feel right now. Where did you learn to bend that way?"
"Dance class. Ages 3-14. I was quite the acrobat."
"I could tell."
"This feels really good, not the sex, I mean that was great, but like the general being here naked and cuddled with you. It's really not strange at all. I was afraid it would be."
He turned his face, his lips brushing her cheek, "I know, I don't think anything's ever felt this right before. No, that was way too sappy, just strike that," he said the last part quickly, with a bit of a chuckle.
She giggled, "It wasn't that bad. You weren't like holding a boom box or anything."
"I didn't write a romantic article to get you back after I deliberately pushed you away."
"You didn't de-virginize me after teaching me to dance like a slut."
"Hey, that was great dancing, even if it was dirty."
"Why don't you just shut up and fuck me again?"
Justin smiled, rolling her underneath him and kissing her passionately, "That I can do."