And why not? Dear God, hadn't they even bathed together a thousand times in their little years?

All the same, she remembered, he would stand there talking about idle and unimportant things while she would glance a hundred times at the bulge at the front of his shorts, knowing he was eyeing her breasts through the diaphanous material of her nightgown, and staring at her hips and buttocks, waist and thighs when she stood and crossed the room intentionally. Then at the partially hidden light haired mound of her young womanhood as she faced him.

But she'd never thought of their actions as being wrong. After all, he was her brother. Yet, as strongly attached as they had been, she couldn't remember anything they had ever done to each other that could be sexually frowned upon.

Lord, what am I trying to come up with, anyway? She blinked her eyes furiously, trying to purge these thoughts from her mind.

Genghis suddenly gave out with a loud bark.

"Damnit, Genghis, be quiet!" she snapped. "It's 6:00 o'clock in the morning! You want to wake up the whole place?"

The Wolf stirred, moving in a tight circle, then sat once more, contented with the hand she grazed backwards over his massive head as she curried with the other. She wished she'd put on slacks or jeans instead of the skirt she'd hastily jumped into. What she needed was a wild ride down through the wash to clear her head of all the erotic little thoughts she had let accumulate there.

Thinking about that now, it occurred to her that she'd been restless all night, ever since Larry Beehman's crude fumbling around. That, in addition to her general confused frustrations, had roused her from bed early.

Again, Genghis barked, startling her this time, and angrily, she raised her hand as if to slap the brute, but then he whimpered and at the same moment her eyes caught sight of it, too!