When Steve came back in the room, he kept his eyes averted. He knelt beside her. Robin grabbed the rag from his hand and sat up.

"Let me do it."

Steve found a pair of underwear and started pulling them on. She didn't want to look, but she did anyway. The cock between her brother's legs was sagging now but still big. There was a droplet of milky fluid hanging from the pisshole at the tip. Blond curls framed the shaft and the loosely hanging balls. Then white cotton skivyes hid it from her eyes. She bit her bottom lip and mopped gingerly at the crotch of her shorts.

"I'm sorry." He just wouldn't look at her.

Robin wished she could think of something to say. She didn't know how she felt. Except that her emotions were a swirling, trembly mess inside her.

Steve got into a pair of faded Levi's and put his sneakers on without socks.

"Look, I'm taking the jeep out for a run. Out to Three Hills. You want to come?"

Robin caught a braid rubbed it against the underside of her chin.

"Mom and Dad are really missing you." It wasn't at all what she was thinking about, but it would have to do for conversation.

"I'm not going back." Steve went into the kitchen and put some water on to boil.

Robin looked at him. The muscles in his back were bigger than she remembered. His T-shirt cut in tight below his arms and clung against the curving lumps of his chest. She could seethe blond hair below his navel peeking out from under the T-shirt. It made her think of other blond hair further down. She looked at her thighs. The cum was drying, making a thin, white skin. She dug at it with a blunt fingernail. She was shaking again. She was coming apart inside and her damned old brother was making coffee in the kitchen and acting like nothing had ever happened.