Inseparable

“Funny, huh? How’s this for funny?” I wound my arms back behind me and began splashing him wildly, chasing after him as he tried to run away. I lunged onto his back, dragging him under the water with me.

“Hey!” He yelled, breathing in sharply as his body adjusted to the freezing water, “No fair!” He pulled me onto his lap, his arms loosely wrapped around my waist, my hands clasped around his neck.

“I cannot believe you just did that to me,” I grinned. He laughed, shaking his head, still finding the whole thing very funny. Asshole.

“I’m sorry, but you were so in the moment, your eyes closed. You looked so god dammed hot…What else could I do?” He shrugged and looked at me helplessly, as if he’d had no choice.

I curled my legs around his waist and kissed him. His momentary shock gave way to a hunger as his lips caressed mine. My fingers ran through his wet hair as I bit down gently on his lip. I’d had it with waiting. I was over waiting, I needed him now.

“Ouch,” He whispered playfully, planting kisses on my neck, “You naughty little minx.” Below the water, I could feel just how naughty he thought I was as my hand brushed past his erection. His hands tickled my back as I giggled playfully, ‘accidentally’ grinding myself against his erection with every tickle.

“You’re working me up, sexy,” He said, as he nibbled on my ear, pushing himself against me. The feel of him against the thin, wet material of my panties was extremely arousing. He wiggled free of his shorts, so his length pressed against me. Now, the only thing between us was the thin material of my soaked panties. Every push, every grind sent shivers pulsating down my every nerve.

“Oh god,” I groaned. He buried his head between my breasts, deep into the cleavage my push up bra created. “I’m so…wet,” I finished, laughing, realizing how ridiculous that sounded. Of course I was fucking wet; I was in the middle of a lagoon! I gasped as he slipped a finger under the elastic of my panties, and into my entrance.

“Very wet,” He chuckled, as I moved my body, trying to delve his finger deeper inside of me. “What are you doing, Lil?” He shook his head, pulling his finger out. I poked my tongue out at him for ruining my fun, “Maybe you need to get rid of these?”

I let go of him, and removed them as gracefully as I could while submerged in water. I jumped back into his waiting lap, my arms taking their place around his neck. The tip of his length entered me, as he positioned himself on top of me. My body squirmed with delight as he pushed himself inside me.

Moving my arms until his lips met mine, I kissed him deeply as I rode him. There was something so intimate about kissing him while he was inside me. His thrusts became more intense, as his tongue flicked my nipple out from inside its bra cup. I moaned as he sucked on my nipple, the action bringing me close to orgasm. His hands clenched my hips as he guided me in and out at lightening pace, the intensity climaxing for both of us, at once.

“Oh god, Lil,” He muttered, eyes closed, and head back, milking the most out of the orgasm. I clenched myself around his girth, desperate to prolong the feelings rolling around inside me.

“Fuck that was amazing,” He whispered, half dazed and half shocked by what had just happened. I eased him out from inside of me, bringing myself back into his lap.

“Amazing doesn’t cover that,” I said, shaking my head, “There are no words to describe that,” I added. This sure beat awkward fourteen year old sex in a single bed.

Chapter Twelve

Dane smiled down at me, as we lay, our bodies curled together on a blanket on the sand. I smiled back, thinking.

Thinking about what I would give to have my sister back. As crude as it sounds, it’s probably moments like this when I missed her the most, being able to talk to her about things like this. Seeing her in my dreams was good, but knowing I’d never feel her touch, or hug her, or feel her breath on my cheek made me feel hollow inside.

“What’s up?” He asked. I looked up into Danes eyes. He was concerned, his eyebrows drawn together in concentration as he cleared some sand off my forehead.

“Just thinking,” I smiled.

“About your sister?” He asked gently. He kissed the top of my head. I nodded, surprised that his mind went to her right away, “What was she like?”

I smiled, “She was amazing. You would have loved her. She loved laughing. She was the best listener, the best sister...” My voice trailed off as Dane kissed away my tears.

He didn’t need to tell me it would be all right. Or things would get easier.

He knew.

He knew exactly what I was going through and how hard it was to get past, because he'd had nine years longer than me and he still hadn't gotten past it.

“Do you think about Steffy often?” I rolled onto my side, entwining my legs in his. He nodded, his nails running over my bare leg.

“Every day,” He admitted, “I try to imagine what she’d be like. She’d almost me sixteen now. I'd be chasing away the boys hanging around her like a good big brother.” He smiled, the sadness he was feeling evident in his eyes, “I blamed myself for years, and I was convinced my parents blamed me. She disappeared when I was supposed to be looking after her.”

“You were a kid, Dane. It was hardly your fault,” I said, knowing he’d have heard that many times before. And it wouldn’t have mattered. If you were intent on blaming yourself, nothing anybody else says is likely to change that.

“I know that now. I just wish we could bring her home. Let her rest, you know?” He focused on my forearm, drawing circles with his nail. I nodded. Abby’s words came flooding back to me. I wanted so badly to share with him what she’d told me, but I just couldn’t. Not yet. Not without some kind of proof.

“Well, that was the best date I’ve ever been on,” I smile at Dane, as he walked me to my door. He reached for my hand, pulling me into his arms. His hand moved around my neck as he guided my mouth toward his. My heart pounded at his proximity, the closeness of his lips, and the feel of his hands on my skin. If I could spend all day in his arms, I would.

As we kissed, I memorized everything about him. The way his tongue flicked against mine we he first moved in to kiss me. The smell of his aftershave, mixed with sweat and the saltiness of the sea. The way he looked at me when he found me irresistible, which seemed to be all t