Amy smiled to herself, stepping down the little attic stairs. It seemed as though everyone in her grandmother's house was still sleeping. There were no other noises or voices coming from anywhere in the house. She wasn't as worried walking down the long corridor back to the room that she was supposed to be sleeping in, but she still stepped around the creaky floorboards.
She carefully opened the bedroom door and found Felicity sawing logs with one arm hanging off of the bed and the sheets bunched up, barely covering her body. After putting her phone on the charger, Amy grabbed her toiletries in their blue transparent bag from her suitcase. With the items in her hands, she left the room.
She stopped at the linen closet next to the bathroom, retrieved three plush towels, and then went to the next door to her right. Amy closed the bathroom door behind her before stripping out of her pajamas. She placed her clothes in a pile by the door before stopping to clean her pearly whites.
While brushing her teeth, she looked at her naked form in the mirror. She watched her ample breasts sway as she coated her mouth with mint plaque remover. Her hair was slightly messy from sleeping and the love making that she had shared with her brother. After spitting out the toothpaste and rinsing her mouth, she turned to the side and checked out the bruises on her bum that had started to lighten and turn more yellow than black and blue.
She pulled out the rest of her toiletries from the bag and put them out on the counter, followed by the case that held her birth control pills. She popped one out into her hand, and looked down at the tiny pill in her palm.
For a brief moment, she considered what it would be like to have a child with her brother. As quick as the thought came to her, it left as she realized the futility of her desire. Deep down, she knew that they wanted to be a true couple, but bringing a child into their lives would be a selfish act on their parts. She popped the pill into her mouth, and then cupped her hand under the faucet to get water to wash it down with.
After doing her business, Amy turned on the water for the shower and set the temperature much less hot than she preferred. She knew a lot of people needed to shower after her and the hot water would deplete quickly. She didn't want to be the reason it did.
She went through the routine of washing her hair, shaving, cleansing her body, and then washing her face. The lukewarm water had her nipples swollen throughout her shower.
She hopped out and dried off before wrapping her body and hair in a towel. The other towel was left on the counter for her brother to use shortly. She picked up her clothes, and then went back across the hall.
The towel stayed wrapped up in her hair while she dug through her suitcase to find fresh pajamas. She tossed a pair of purple and white Northwestern Wildcat PJ pants onto the bed, followed by a purple shirt, a pink sports bra, and pink cotton panties. She towel dried her hair, and then covered up her nudity. Felicity's snoring continued as Amy got dressed.
Amy yawned as she grabbed her blow drier. She dropped it on the bed, and then sat down and sent her best friend, who was house sitting this weekend, a text to check in with her. Kristy wouldn't be awake yet, but she wanted her to get it first thing in the morning. Then, she went back to the bathroom to blow dry her long brunette locks.
Amy felt eyes on her while her head was flipped over, drying the underside of her hair. She tossed her head back and smiled upon seeing Luke standing in the doorway. He returned the smile and continued to watch her until she finished.
Her brother dropped a gentle kiss on her lips once she was done. "Did you sleep well?" he asked with a sly grin.
"I would say so," she replied. She ran a brush through her mane as she returned the question, "How about you? Was the attic chilly?"
He shrugged with the grin still painted on his face. "It was warm enough."
His sister smirked. "I'm glad you were able to stay warm."
"Did you pack my shampoo and stuff?" Luke put his sweat pants, shirt, and boxer briefs on the counter.
"Yes I did. I even brought your razors and shaving cream, though I would much prefer it if you didn't shave." She looked over the scruff on his face. "You have a beard that's filling in nicely."
Luke looked in the mirror and ran his fingers over his jaw. "You're right, Squirt. I never really thought I'd look good with one. But, I think I could get used to it." He smiled at her in the mirror. "As long as Mom doesn't harp on me about it today, I won't shave. Just for you." He dropped a kiss on her temple.
His sister batted her eyelashes and cooed, "Just for me?"
"Just for you," He said with a grin, and then rustled up her hair.
Amy playfully swatted his side with her hairbrush. "I just brushed my hair and now you've messed it all up." She rolled her eyes and let out a sarcastic sigh.
Luke took the brush from her, stood behind her, and then began brushing her hair. She smiled immediately and tingles ran down her body to her fingers and toes. They both kept their ears open, listening for doors opening in the hall.
"Would you ever let me shave your face?" Amy asked with her neck arched back slightly.
"I thought you didn't want me to shave."
"Well, I don't, but if you need to or want to. Would you let me?"
His fingers ran through her silky locks along with the brush. "I've never had anyone else do it."
"You'd just have to teach me. I'd sit on the counter and go real slow so I don't hurt you."
"Sure. I'd let you."
He saw her sapphire eyes sparkle, and then kissed the top of her head.
"You could shave me, if you wanted to," his sister whispered seductively.
Before he could answer, the siblings heard a door open down the hall. Luke stepped away, gave her the brush, and then quickly put toothpaste on his toothbrush. Amy put her glasses on her face before slipping the ring he got for her back onto the middle finger of her right hand. She left her blow dryer on the counter in case anyone wanted to use it later.
Amy returned to the hallway and headed for the grand staircase in the middle of the corridor. She said good morning to Aunt Debbie on the way, and then bounced down the stairs.
The sun was coming in through the large bay window in the dining room and lighting up the polished table and the wood floor leading into the kitchen. Amy stepped through the archway into the kitchen, and then began retrieving items to cook breakfast with. She found a mixer in one of the lower cabinets, along with a long griddle and a couple of skillets.
She opened up the fridge and pulled out sausage, bacon, milk, eggs, and anything else she would need to make breakfast for a large quantity of people.
After placing everything on the counters, Amy looked over the task ahead of her and Luke.
"Maybe, this wasn't such a good idea," she laughed at herself and shook her head. "I'm about to cook for an army." Amy smiled and shrugged before filling the mixing bowl with pancake mix.
Luke came into the kitchen and smiled to his sister. He quickly dropped a peck on her lips, knowing his aunt wouldn't be far behind. Amy smiled at him, and then looked him over in his fresh pajamas. She knew he would look delicious in a suit in just a few hours, but she would ravish him wearing sweats and a t-shirt just as much as she would with him in formal wear.
"So, what do you need me to do?" he asked, looking over the spread on the countertops.
His sister turned off the mixer, and then brought the bowl over to another much larger bowl. "Well, you can start the eggs if you want to," she said as she poured the pancake batter in.
He began cracking eggs and dropping them into a bowl. Amy went back to the mixer and started making more batter.
