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onto Gray’s bike.
    “Everything go okay?” he asked as he started it up. The vibration of the bike rumbled beneath me, and I could feel it inside me as well. Every nerve and cell of my body was alive with a sort of vibrant energy I’d never felt in my life.
    “Everything went exactly the way it was supposed to go,” I said, resting my cheek against his back.
    Into the night we drove. Hours and hours of black sky and twinkling stars and dust and wind and road. Gray said we were headed east, and I didn’t ask any more questions. I trusted him with my life, and I didn’t care where we were going as long as I was with him.
    He was the one person who’d never let me down.
     

FIVE – GRAY
     
    “I’m going to have to get some more clothes tomorrow,” she said as she stepped out of the bathroom in nothing but one of my white t-shirts. It barely covered her ass, which I gathered from the accidental peek I snuck was uncovered.
    We’d stopped at a hotel in some dust bowl of a town in Nevada in the wee hours of the morning, and the only vacant room they had was a king room with one bed.
    She climbed under the covers next to me, heat radiating off her damp body. Her blond hair was beginning to dry and small waves formed around her clean face. She smelled like soap and hotel lotion, and her nipples stood at attention through the thin, white t-shirt she wore.
    Get your mind out of the gutter, boy.
    I handed her the remote. I was never big on T.V. anyway, probably on account of never having a working one growing up. I watched from the corner of my eye as she mindlessly flipped through channels. After the day we’d had, sleep should’ve been the only things on our tired minds, but for some reason we were both up. I blamed adrenaline.
    “What are you thinking about, Gray?” She broke the silence. “I feel you staring at me, you know.”
    I smiled. “Everything, I s’pose.”
    She flipped the T.V. off and turned towards me. A sliver of a break in the curtain let just enough light in that I could see the outline of her pretty face.
    “Mind if I cuddle up to you tonight?” she asked. “It’s kind of cold in here.”
    I slipped my arm underneath her back and pulled her in close. Her cheek pressed against my chest and she slowly slipped her arm under mine. An audible sigh escaped her lips as she nuzzled in to me. I felt her body relax in my arms, as if she’d been holding in the tension of a thousand years for as long as she could remember.
    The scent of her wet, shampooed hair filled my lungs, and the sensation of her generous breasts against my body, separated only by a thin cotton t-shirt, suddenly made my dick hard before I had time to hide it. I quickly shifted to my back.
    “What was that?” she poked her head up.
    “Nothing, go to sleep.”
    “I felt it, Gray…”
    “You felt nothing.”
    Her hand flew down to my crotch, where she gripped my throbbing member. It should’ve made me shudder. It should’ve made me vomit or roll away from her or lose my hard on. But it didn’t. Her hand lingered, her fingers gripping my shaft and not indicating they were going to let go anytime soon.
    “Wow,” she whispered. “Gray Daughtry is packing…”
    Her hand slipped away and she scooted over about a foot.
    “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have done that,” she said meekly. It was dark, but I was quite sure she was blushing. “Wasn’t thinking. I keep forgetting you were my brother.”
    “It’s okay,” I said. I didn’t want her to feel bad, and I sure as hell didn’t want to make things anymore awkward between us. “We’re just a couple of adults now.”
    “Do you ever think of me like that, Gray?” she asked. “I mean, we’ve only been back in each other’s lives a few days, but sometimes when I look at you, I forget that we’ve only ever known each other in a brother-sister kind of way.”
    I bit my lip and felt blood rush to my throbbing cock once again. I didn’t do emotional sex. I didn’t do