Becky asked whether I would help get him to bed.
We struggled, almost dragging him up the steps and then I plopped him on his bed, expecting Becky to undress him, put a cover on him, anything, but she followed me out.
We closed the door to his snoring and smiled at each other. I reached down and took her hand. We hadn't been alone since the disaster in the guest-bedroom. I wanted to make sure she was okay.
"Pretty crazy today," she grinned.
She was about to say something, but stopped herself.
"What?" I smiled.
"You don't have a pencil dick," she giggled and then her eyes widened. "Not even close."
I shook my head, smiling. She smiled back. I released her hand, and started walking away, softly laughing to myself. Yeah. You worry yourself to death and she's got your dick on her mind. At worst, it was a sign this would pass quickly, if it hadn't already.
"Hey," I heard her call out and I turned around.
"Why didn't you, you know. . . . I mean, you know, why didn't you finish?"
"Are you serious?"
She nodded. Her face bright, somewhat flushed, almost inviting.
I shook my head. She was really quite beautiful. Nothing at all like my professional Sarah. Insane, I'd had my dick in her. Jesus. Fuckin' cousin.
"What are you thinking?" she smiled, blushing more deeply.
"How sorry I am."
Quickly she shook her head. "You promise me you won't feel bad. Nothing happened. Really. Nobody got hurt. I mean--"
"Yes, I know what you mean," I said cutting her off, terrified what she'd say next in this big, dark, nearly sleeping house.
She understood, just a hint of disappointment passed her lips and then she smiled.
I nodded. That's right. Nobody got hurt. Nobody will get hurt. Not as long as I was head of the family.
"Good night," I smiled.