LEGEND OF LEXI

CHAPTER 2

CONTINUE:

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"Mom's making muffins," Lexi said. "They might be ready by now."

I stayed quiet for a moment, then, "How'd you know I was awake?"

"The way you breathe."

"You've been listening to my breathing?"

"Kinda. Kinda can feel it through the mattress too."

"Oh you can not."

Lexi shrugged. "'K."

I sat up, leaving my covers strategically draped over my lap. "You just guessed, didn't you? You know I don't stay asleep long once you start playing."

"That's probably it." She took the opportunity of a brief lull to look over her shoulder and flash me an impish grin. "Not like I've known you for years and can tell these things."

"Not through super vibration senses. Or whatever."

"Doesn't take super senses. Just takes some basic awareness."

Lexi was back at her game, eyes glued to the screen once again. I let the argument drop. I didn't really know if she was telling the truth or not. There was just enough believability in what she said to make it confusing. On the other hand, I couldn't remember her ever correctly calling me out on being awake without checking before. But on the other other hand, how many chances did I give her? Not many.

I was happy enough to be distracted from my mental circling by watching her play. Then a little less happy when I was further distracted by what she was wearing. Her top was riding up a bit, leaving a gap between it and her panties. Her lower back was uncovered. Not strictly arousing on its own, but rather by proximity and potential. And she did have such beautiful soft skin...

I reached over and tugged Lexi's top down. It only halfway covered her panties even after my adjustment, but it was better. She gave me a lopsided grin for my troubles.

"What was that for?"

"What was what?" I asked, electing to plead ignorance.

"You just pulled a 'Mom'."

"Nuh uh."

"Yuh huh. She's always fiddling with my outfits too."

"That's not what I was doing. Your shirt was riding up. That's all."

"So you fiddled with it."

"I fixed it."

Lexi nodded sagely. "That's what Mom calls it too."

I frowned, but she didn't glance back again. I opted not to carry on arguing on the basis that I'd only get myself in trouble. Pointing out that I wasn't acting like Mom at all because Mom wouldn't have been fascinated by the small of Lexi's back seemed like a bad move.

Just to make things more difficult, Lexi shifted during a lull in the action and her top rode up again, more or less where it had been to start with. What ever happened to the days when it was all baggy shirts at bedtime? When did these smaller, cuter tops start making such an appearance? Oversized t-shirts wouldn't ride up like that.

Aaannnd now I was thinking like Dad. Fantastic.

I should probably have just given up then. I could have just walked out, left Lexi to her game, and gone to check on those muffins she'd mentioned. That wasn't what I decided to do.

Instead, I tickled the bottom of Lexi's foot. She squealed and kicked at me. I tickled her other foot, resulting in more kicking and protesting.

To be continue..