My Brother's Forbidden Touch::Ch-19

Boston stood and carefully backed away from Raven's lap and she raised her knees toward her chest.

Of course, I was on my knees in front of my sister, so her legs rising toward my face got my attention, and drew my eyes downward.

I immediately pushed her knees together then down to the floor.

"Danny?"

She still wasn't covered, so instinctively my hand grabbed the hem of her dress and pushed it down between her legs and I leaned my body forward to cover her.

"I think I should lift you up so you can keep your legs, um..."

"Dan..."

Raven's tiny hand slid over mine, and I suddenly realized my hand wasn't pushing her dress down to cover her. What I felt against my palm and fingers between her legs, wasn't her dress, but her hair.

"Now might not be the best time to touch me there."

I didn't know which was worse, the fact I had my hand on my sister's vagina and she was telling me to move it, or that we were the center of attention in a crowded room and I had my sister's vagina in my hand.

I tried to pull my hand away from Raven, but her tiny hand responded with equal force toward her.

I dragged my hand up, between her hand and her body. I felt her bushy, raven-black hair and the slit between her puffy lips beneath it against my fingers.

"Mm, oh, mmhm, okay," Raven sighed. "Pick me up. I think I'm ready."

I got her up and on her feet, but she cowered into my body as she pulled her dress down what little of her thighs it would cover. I felt every move of her hips against my thighs, and I hoped, but doubted, she couldn't feel my rock-hard erection against her belly.

"Are you okay, Raven? Do you want to sit down?"

She just nodded at me.

"Here's the table. I need to get your chair," I told her, and left her propped against our table.

I noticed her feet, clad only in her stockings, when I returned with the chair she had been sitting in.

"Rae, where are your shoes?"

She scowled down toward her feet.

"I don't know."

The floor was littered with the shards of broken glass and dishes. Only a miracle could have kept her bare feet from being shredded already.

I quickly scooped her up off the floor.

She shoved both her hands between her legs.

"Did you mean to show your sister's kitty cat to the world?" she whispered gruffly into my ear, then giggled.

"Sorry, Rae, but there's broken glass all over the floor," I explained while I kicked her chair away from the table and broken glass.

I gently sat her on the chair once I got it to a safe place, then squatted down in front of her and lifted one of her feet.

"Jeez, Dan. Did somebody miss getting to see up my dress?"

"Sorry," I mumbled again, but couldn't stop my gaze from rivetting to her hands wedged between her legs.

I ran the palm of my hand gently along the bottom of her foot, and her leg quivered.

"You're tickling me, Dan," Raven giggled.

"I need to make sure you didn't cut yourself."

"Stop!" she whined when I touched the bottom of her other foot, but I ignored her, and her whole body shivered.

"I'm done. You're fine."

"You're done? Does that mean nobody else gets to look up my dress?"

"I'm sorry..."

"Warn me next time you want a look, okay?"

"Okay," I agreed without really thinking about what she said.

"Or you could just ask."

My eyes snapped up to her face at the realization of what she seemed to be saying. Her smile looked like she was about to burst out laughing, which was a lot better than how she looked just a few seconds ago.

"I'm kidding, Dan."

Raven started giggling again, so I believed her until her face got serious again.

"You can just tell me to show you whenever you want a look."

"Are you two okay?" a female voice asked behind me.

I looked over my shoulder and found Heather's mom standing there, so I stood up.

"I think we're fine, just a little shaken up. How's Heather?"

"Finally settled down and not trying to claw that horrible man's eyes out."

I glanced at Heather, lying on the floor, and her Dad kneeling next to her, petting her head.

Her curls were piled on the floor, soaking in a puddle of milk. Her closed eyes looked swollen and red, her nose was running, and she coughed a little with each breath..

"She got some pepper spray in her mouth and nose?" I asked.

"I think it was inevitable, as much as she used on him. The police are on their way in, and an ambulance is right behind them. We'll have them take a look at her to see if she needs to be checked at the hospital."

I looked over at the drunk, still lying on his back, rubbing his eyes.

I didn't even care to tell him that rubbing only makes it worse.

Nobody was paying any attention to him, and the splash of milk on the floor around his head looked like the waitress had just thrown it in his face.

He couldn't say they didn't even try to render first aid.

"Yeah, I think he's probably going to end up in the hospital tonight," I said. He looked like he was struggling to breathe.

"Anybody that attacks a guide dog doing its job, minding his own business, then attacks a child, my child, deserves to be in jail with just the medical care they get there."

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The police had come. An ambulance followed, then another. Dan was stressed out. I could hear it in his voice, but his focus and confidence impressed me. He had everything under control before I could even figure out what had happened.

I wished I could have seen him play basketball instead of just listening to it.

Then, as the descriptions of events that I had missed unfolded, I went from giddy to shaken to terrified.

By the time Dan insisted they let him take me home, they had taken away the man I was told tried to grab Boston and pushed Heather down. They took Heather, too. They wanted to keep an eye on her because they thought she inhaled enough pepper spray to be dangerous.

I didn't even get a chance to thank Heather, or her parents.

I wondered how I had managed to ruin what I wanted to just be a nice dinner with Dan, and how angry with me he must be as he helped me into the passenger seat of his car.

We had walked in silence the city block to where he parked before the disaster. I wanted him to carry me, but decided against even asking. Enough people had seen my naked crotch tonight, and maybe he had done enough for me for one day.