Turn Away

You pull away from her and turn onto your side, your back to her.

Martha looks at you from the side for a few moments and then hugs you from behind.

"Please, just let us cuddle, step-bro. We haven't been able to act like a family lately. Let's forget for a while that we have grown up."

Her touch is tender, almost hesitant, and she holds you gently, your back against her chest. She strokes your arm delicately, her fingers trailing across your skin, as she hugs you.

"Your skin feels amazing."

She murmurs, her voice a warm against the nape of your neck. Her hand traces circles on your back. The scent of her shampoo fills your senses. She traces a slow line with one fingernail up your spine until her hand rests upon the back of your neck. There, her delicate fingertips gently stroke your skin. She holds you like this, saying nothing at all.

She places her hand over the center of your chest and leaves it there.

"This is nice, I haven't held you like this for so long."

Slowly, her index finger draws a line to one of your nipples. She begins gently caressing and circling around it with her delicate fingertip. You inhale a quiet, shuddering breath. Martha whispers in your ear.

"Are you feeling alright?"