Nobody

BOO!

My left arm was across a warm belly, my elbow bent, my hand holding a flannel covered breast in its palm. My back hurt, a stinging pain that I could easily ignore, and I was laying on my stomach, my eyes closed.

"Pru?" I said, turning my head. "Pru?"

Instead of Pru's flawless porcelain skin, her brown eyes, and her silver streaked auburn hair there was a blonde girl with blue eyes smiling at me, freckles across her nose and on her cheeks. She had wrinkles at the corner of her mouth and eyes from smiling, and a little mole up on her cheek above the left corner of her mouth.

"It's OK, Samuel, it's just me, Lily-Rylee," She said softly, touching my cheek. She was laying next to me, on her back.

It wasn't Pru.

because Pru is dead

I blinked several times, staring at her. She put her hand over mine, not moving my hand from her breast but instead squeezing my hand gently.

"I woke up a little bit ago, you looked so peaceful I didn't want to wake you up, Samuel," she said. Her lips and face were sleep puffy, and it looked endearing.

I went to pull my hand away and she squeezed my hand again, holding onto me. "It's OK, just wake up slowly," she said, her breath in my face.

I laid there, staring at her, aware I was silently crying.

"I'm not Pru, but if you roll on your side I'll hold you," She said gently, letting go of my hand.

For some reason I was desperate for the contact, craved it. I rolled onto my side and after a couple moments I felt her roll, then scoot up against my back. One hand squirmed under me, the other went over me, and she held onto me.

It took me a minute to realize her bare skin was pressed against my back. She'd opened her shirt so the flannel didn't rub on the silvadene or irritate the burns.

She sighed deeply and squirmed for a second, pressing herself against me.

I found myself holding my breath, sure that if I inhaled the oxygen would wake me from the dream.

The feel of her warm body against mine, her steady breathing pushing her breasts against my back, and her bare legs against mine lulled me back to sleep.

I woke back up, aware of where I was, and realized she wasn't laying against me any more. I sat up slowly, looking around.

good, you're disrespecting Pru's memory

shut the fuck up she died and left me all alone

The voice fucked off.

When I turned and looked behind me I saw she'd rolled onto her back in her sleep. Her shirt was wide open, her breasts gleaming with the silvadene that had rubbed off from my back. I stared, admiring her. She had a few stretch marks on her belly, some on her breasts, but they didn't bother me.

Pru and I adopted

I stared at Lily-Rylee's plump breasts, sagging to either side slightly, admiring her brownish areolas with the little bumps around the dime sized nipples. I could see the veins that surrounded the areola, almost a circle, and noted how the tips her breasts were pale compared to the rest of her skin, blurred pale triangles.

"Caught you sneaking peeks, Tex," Her voice was soft and made me jump. I felt the heat in my face. "Your blushing again."

"Sorry," I said, turning away.

She laughed, sitting up behind me. "You were looking, not touching, not drooling, just looking them over."

"Yeah, but," I said.