<div align="center"><strong>Dann Riley</strong></div><br/>Dann hobbled into the bathroom holding the wad of wet clothes in his hands longing for the heat of a warm shower. He hung the clothes sloppily on an empty towel rack knowing his mother would bitch at him for not wringing them out first but at the moment he didn't care. He ran the shower then hopped in a few moments later once the water's temperature had risen. He stood relaxed, rubbing his calves, sore from the long grueling walk home in such horrendous weather.<br/><br/>His rough fingers massaged the aching leg muscles while the water poured over his naked body. He couldn't shake the slight pang of embarrassment that clung to his mind at what had just occurred near the kitchen with Krista. He tried to brush it off as nothing, after all it was his own sister. It wasn't like he needed to impress her. Besides, she'd seen what he really looked like many times as they'd grown up. He wasn't the least bit nervous at being seen so exposed by her, as living with two women and his father gone at work most of his childhood Dann was unintentionally denied privacy on many ocassions and had as a result lost all sense of shame around his sister and mother (though the latter hadn't laid eyes on his body in quite some time).<br/><br/>He recalled that even though Krista was just a year older than he, their mother had enlisted her help to bathe him when they were kids from time to time even to an age where still to this day he could remember it clearly and remembered the discomfort it had brought about, though of course at the time it was completely innocent. There attraction for each other hadn't blossomed til the past several months. He'd a time or two noticed Krista in her room or the bathroom in different states of undress and, naturally like any other virgin teenage boy who caught a glimpse of such gorgeous female skin, he developed a crush. As the days went by he conspired to find ways to peep on her, and thought he'd done a fair job at being secretive. When that wasn't enough though, Dann moved to blatantly invading her privacy but passed it off as funny in the form of pranks such as tossing cold water on her in the shower. From there, things escalated.<br/><br/>Still even considering their current state of openness with eachother, something about the previous events hurt his pride. Not badly, but he still resolved to get it back and began wondering how to best go about it.<br/><br/>He worked his fingers deep into the tender flesh of his thighs working the pain out of them. Gradually his hands drifted the other aching muscle in his crotch. He slid his palms over the erection letting the electricity to fill his body. He quickly worked himself groaning, his memory drifting to earlier that week when Krista had stood in this very shower with him and done the very same thing to him. He tried to duplicate the movements she had so fluidly excercised on him but out of habit resorted to the swift strokes he had learned to use on himself. She had brought him to a whole new level that morning and he had never been able to revisit the feeling exactly as it had been with Krista.<br/><br/>Once he came Dann continued to rinse himself, then once the warm water had been depleted, stepped to the bathroom floor and toweled off. He glanced at his reflection in the full length mirror and chuckled,<br/><br/>"That's more like it" noticing he'd regained his usual look now that the cold had left his body. He paused and thought about what Krista had told him about mom and dad when he stepped through the door. She would be working late and he was on a flight somewhere.<br/><br/><em>Perfect.</em><br/><br/>He didn't want to seem as if to come on to Krista again but decided in order to regain his confidence around her he would arrive to share dinner in all his glory and did just that, walking nonchalantly to grab a plate of spaghetti from her, "Alright, I'm here. Hope you didn't eat it all, dork," he cackled, his short dirty blonde hair still wet.