The Existence of Reconcilable Differences

Chapter Twelve

The day rolled in and Dani found herself bent over the kitchen counter giving the room (and probably the neighbors) an earful of sharp moans. Gunner fucked her solely with lust this time. She knew the difference and it didn't bother her at all. A wide hand wrangled at her hair. His fingers were like talons that clawed at her hair with passion. The kitchen window was a witness to the many faces of her multiple orgasms that sent her body into a frenzy.

Gunner's sonorous groan followed by, "I'm coming!" made her cum harder than the other four times.

His sweaty body fell on her gently and his arms tied around her waist. They tried to clear their eyes of that feverish heat as their chest heaved in synchronicity.

"Should... I still make breakfast?" Dani asked, still panting.

"... No, I want to give you a massage. Let's just order something." He lifted her nearly naked body and walked to the couch with the face of a man in love.

Dani lay on her back and counted the cracks in the ceiling while Gunner affectionately rubbed her toes. He occasionally tickled them profusely and she found herself playfully fighting him.

"You still have this scar.." He grazed the small mark on the top right of her foot.

"Yup. Do you remember that day?"

"Yeah, I accidentally dropped that plate on you. You were about eight, right?"

She nodded. "Uh-huh. Eight..."

Gunner leaned back in awe. "We've known each other our whole lives.."

"Yes... you know, you haven't changed much." She cocked her head, "You still drink the orange juice out of the carton, you still forget to spray the bathroom after you take a shit, and you still do that thing – that stroking of the chin when you're nervous." She knew him up and down.

"...You haven't changed either. You still drown your pancakes in syrup, you still suck your teeth when you're upset, and you still nibble at your bottom lip unconsciously. Kind of like you're in a trance or something."

"That's because I'm usually lost in my thoughts."

"Oh, I know..."

"... Do you remember that kid named Terry? The ginormous one? With the freckles that looked more like caves?"

"That mean bastard? Yeah."

A cute smile rose on her face, "Well, I told him you were my boyfriend and you'd whip his ass if he kept pulling my hair."

"Why'd you tell him that?!"

"Because you were taller than everyone else!"

He cut his eye at her, "You used me as your pawn, huh?" Gunner crept closer to her and tried to be intimidating but Dani's laugh forced him to join her.

"I had to! He was going to keep giving me shit."

"That explains why he refused to play soccer with us. I thought he was scared to suck at the game but really, he was scared of me."

"Ego boost?" She asked.

"Ego boost. I'm your protector."

Dani gazed into his eyes before asking the question that both of them wanted to ask, "What are we going to do about this, Gunner? I mean, we're kind of in a strange situation." She sat up straight.

"... I know." He grew his attention to her pretty feet.

"First, we're god siblings, that has to be taboo. Then, you're in the klan which is a big no-no, and then... your mom, how would she take it?" A lot to think about.