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her face and their
eyes locked.
    "Sometimes, I used to think you hated me,"
Scott had said, sheepishly. He'd almost sounded babyish. That was
the thing about Scott and his issues; he could go into rages, or
deep depressions; he could sound as if he was in charge one minute,
as someone his age would, or if he were feeling vulnerable, he
would revert to sounding like a child. It was remarkable, and it
was scary and it was sad, but it was Scott, and even though he was
complicated, and their relationship as stepbrother and stepsister
was complicated, she loved him and she cared a lot about him. And
she had honestly missed him; she hadn't lied to him about that.
    "I never hated you," she said. I used to
feel sorry for you , she thought, but didn't dare say.
    They were both home now only because of
Winter Break at their respective schools. Brittney went to a
college nearby, for her own special reasons, and she came home
often enough, but she also enjoyed her freedom whenever she managed
to find a little. The year before, Scott hadn't come for his winter
break, and even though things had changed in their house, his
absence had been felt. They'd all missed him. Nobody could deny
that.
    But with those four words she'd just spoken,
she knew what she could do for her big brother; after all, they
weren't unfamiliar to one another in those intimate ways that
normal stepsiblings usually aren't privy to one another. She knew
exactly how she could make him feel better.
    She tugged one of his hands from where he had
it laid across her duvet since that particular arm had been draped
over her body. She moved it so that it went underneath her covers.
He wasn't resisting her, but she could tell he wasn't sure of what
she had in mind. In truth, she knew him better than he thought. He
was holding his breath, hoping that he would get what he wished she
would give, but he still wasn't sure that she was going to give
it.
    But she had every intention of giving it. She
wasn't going to tease him.
    She took his fingers and unfurled them, and
let the palm of his hand glide up and down the front of her
panties. She wasn't horny, not in the least, but she would let him
have some relief and find his release. In the process, she was
hoping that her engine would start revving and she'd heat up for
him; maybe she wouldn't be boiling and begging for his cock, but
she was hoping she could enjoy a moment between the two of
them.
    Hesitantly, Scott slipped his fingers under
the thin waistband of her panties and then his whole hand was under
the thin sheath of material that made up the front of her
underwear. They both heard the rip of her panties as his too-big
hands stretched their way closer to her sex, and with that sound
and the tight pull of the material, Brittney gave way to a small
sigh. No longer hesitant, with that one sound Scott bent his head
forward and began to suck her breasts again. They were small
breasts, hardly a handful but just so, and they didn’t seem to have
changed in size very much even though she was now eighteen going on
nineteen, but somehow they seemed different to him. Or perhaps he'd
only just missed being with Brittney, which he hadn't thought would
happen once he got around other girls, only he'd found that being
around other females away at college had only made him think of her
even more.
    Scott found that other girls weren't only
needy, but he felt as if he was keeping some deep dark secret from
them because they didn't know about his mental problems. He knew
that once he got serious about a girl he'd have to let her know something , but he still hadn't figured out how to tell a
stranger about his feelings and some of the things that went on in
his head at times. But Brittney knew. He didn't have to explain any
of it to her. She knew and she accepted him. And he believed she
even loved him, and not just because her mom had married his dad
fourteen years earlier. He hated to admit that he had feelings for
his stepsister, but he