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Soft, moist and wet were the first sensations he felt as he awoke. His lips were being pressed upon by something warm and soft, tender, but carrying with them a gentle quiver. He could feel something soft and warm under his arms, and his hand was resting on something curved. It yielded to his touch, and was very soft. He ran his hand slowly downwards, feeling the softness curve upwards. The moist presence on his lips moved slowly across them, parting them. Then he began to feel something else, warm and even wet, drift tenderly past his lips. Was he dreaming? Well, he liked it, regardless.

Slowly he began to drift out of his sleep and into the realm of the living. He was in Sarah's bed, he knew that much. A dull pain raced across his ribs. The fight, he remembered now. He was recuperating. He sighed as the dream lips continued their assault on his own. He suddenly realized that it wasn't some hazy dream he was having. Someone was kissing him, and he had been kissing that someone back.

Sarah? It didn't quite feel like her though. This was... less hurried and enthusiastic. This felt softer, more timid, probing and feeling, like a butterfly flitting its way across a leaf.

Gradually lifting himself from sleep, he forced an eye open, followed quickly by the other. It took a few seconds to focus, but when he could he could see a dark shape lying next to him. He had his hand on her hip, gently pulling her towards him. She was so warm, so gentle, so vulnerable, so small.

"Danni," the name fired into his brain, triggering the memories of the night before. He had held her while she slept, protectively guarding her as a brother should. He broke the kiss suddenly, feeling like he had begun to abuse his role as protector, as guardian.

She opened her eyes and looked at him softly. There was no anger in her eyes, only compassion. It didn't look like the sisterly love that he'd come to know from his other sisters eyes. It felt purer, more intense. It was like she was shining a spotlight on him, burning away all the rough façade and protective masks that shielded him from people seeing his true nature, his true self. It felt like she was staring directly through him.

"Good morning," she said softly. Her voice was so quiet, barely audible.

"Good morning," he replied as softly as he could. She closed her eyes again and gently moved forward, pressing her lips against his, softer than the touch of a feather. She pulled her head back as she broke the kiss.

"That was the best night's sleep I've had in...," her eyes darted around briefly as she thought, "... well a long, long time," she finished.

"It was very nice," he whispered, brushing away a stray hair from her eyes. Quietly turning over, she pulled away for a second. He felt a rush of cool air between them, then warmth as she settled her back up against him, spooning. She slid his hand off her hip and around her stomach, holding his hand and arm in place, smiling to herself as they slid together.

He froze as he felt a sudden discomfort in his underwear. He suddenly realized that he had an erection, and immediately felt a sudden surge of embarrassment and humiliation. 'Damn it, not now. Why now?' he swore softly to himself.

"Oh Danni, I'm so sorry," he said, standing suddenly and trying to cover himself. He turned headed for the door, grabbing a robe of Sarah off her dresser as he went.

Danni sat up in bed, suddenly realizing why he'd been so embarrassed. "Mike, stop, please don't leave," she called after him, but he was already out the door.

She lay back down in bed, feeling ashamed again and wondering what the hell she was going to do. She'd known he had an erection, but she didn't really care. She was enraptured with how she was feeling being held in his arms, the conditions didn't matter. She could feel it poking her stomach, and had even shifted it upwards into the elastic band of his boxers so she could be closer to him and not disturb him.

She couldn't resist kissing him, either. She'd woken up before him and watched him as he slept. Her thoughts kept returning her to 'the kiss' earlier, remembering the way he tasted. The way electricity seemed to shoot through her as their lips met. She'd only meant it as a sisterly 'I love you', but she'd never, ever been kissed like that. She had never felt with anyone else, what she had felt with him. 'Why?' she wondered.

It had been irresistible, lying that close to him and not kissing his lips. She had to try, to see if it happened again, even if it was her brother. She didn't care, not if kissing him felt that electric.

Then when it happened, it was twofold the experience the first kiss was. Electricity raced through her body, the hairs on her arms raised as he began to stir and returned her affections. She really did love her brother. She loved him his whole life, even when she was being so awful to him. She wouldn't have admitted it before, but deep inside, she knew it was true. But that kiss...

It made her feel so small, so wonderful, and so... necessary, all at once. It was like she knew he'd never force himself on her, that he'd never push her to do something she didn't want to do. That he'd always be there for her in whatever capacity she needed. Protector, brother, friend, lover. All could be found in one single embrace.

It didn't feel sexual at all, and she knew it didn't feel that way to him. He'd been erect long before she had even awoken. It was what had roused her, in fact, poking her in the stomach almost painfully. She hadn't minded, though, she knew it was natural. Most guys woke up with one. She lay there, hoping that the moment of embarrassment for him hadn't ruined the wonderful new world they were discovering.

Mike hurried up to his room as quickly as what was left of his aches and pains would allow. Shutting the door behind himself he sat on the bed, contemplating what had just happened.

He hung his head in his hands. First Sarah, now Danni. What was he doing to his sisters, and what were they doing to him? He felt like such an evil shit. Danni had trusted him and he'd gotten aroused. "She was obviously just seeking comfort," he said, unconvincingly, "and I abused it." He wanted to crawl into a hole. He felt like he was on the verge of tearing his family apart. There was a soft knock at the door.

"Yeah."

Danni entered, coming towards him. She stopped suddenly and moved stiffly to his bed, seemingly afraid to hug him again. She was still wearing her sports bra and panties, and had a sad look on her face.