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page. His thrust stuttered to a halt, then started up again for a couple of short, jabbing thrust in which he came inside me for the second time that night.  
    He collapsed at my side and I curled up against him. I really should go to the toilet, to reduce the risk of a UTI, since those were not fun to deal with, but this was too good to pass up. His arm curled around me.  
    “Should we talk about this?” I didn’t want to break the good, post-orgasmic bliss I was in, but I couldn’t stop myself from asking it either.  
    “Let’s go to sleep. It’s been a long night. I’m tired. We can talk in the morning, if you want.”  
    I nodded and buried down against him. I slid my leg over his thighs, tangling our legs. Lying there, completely sated and happy, enjoying the feeling of Jo’s big, strong body next to me, I fell asleep.  

    I was in a pair of his joggers and t-shirt the next morning, curled up on his couch and eating Cheerios when he finally came shuffling out of the bedroom. “You like to sleep in long?” I teased, as I took in his broad, toned backside. The muscles moved as he put on water to heat and spooned some coffee powder into a cup.  
    “I’m used to working nights, so I sleep in in the morning.” He glanced over his shoulder at me, but he stayed at the counter until the water was heated up. Then he filled himself a cup and came over to drop down next to me.  
    I took another spoon of Cheerios as he sipped his coffee. Borrowing his clothes wasn’t what made me feel awkward. I’d done that before. What was awkward was that I would have to initiate a conversation. A conversation that was serious and one I didn’t know how would end. “Is this just a one-night thing?” It was better to jump with both feet in, I suppose.  
    “Depends on you.”  
    “On me? Why?” I put my hand on his forearm, rubbing his skin. He was still cradling his coffee cup between his palms, but he didn’t move away from my touch either, so I guess that was good.  
    “I want this to be more. But you’re the one pulling the shots here. If you want this to be a one-night thing, then that’s what it’ll be.”  
    “I don’t want that.” That was the last thing I wanted. “Do you have any idea how many years I’ve wanted you? Too many to count, Jo.”  
    “I doubt that.” He chuckled. “You have just turned twenty-one.”  
    “I have always wanted you,” I revealed. It was easy to say now, after we’d had sex twice the night before. I couldn’t pretend I didn’t want him anymore, because recent actions spoke otherwise.  
    “Doesn’t it bother you that we’re related?” I could tell from the sudden serious note to his tone that it bothered him.  
    “It’s not like it’s illegal. We’re not doing anything wrong. We can even get married, if we should want to someday. That’s how legal it is. So no, it doesn’t bother me. It never has.” Maybe I was just very open minded, but that was the truth of the matter.  
    “You don’t come from the same family history as I do,” he muttered, bowing his head.  
    “What do you— oh!” It dawned on me before I was even finished asking the question. “Shit, Jo. I didn’t even think about that.” I put my bowl of Cheerios down on the table and turned so I could face him fully. “It’s bothered you then. This between us.”  
    “Of course. My own uncle abused my little brother for so many years. Jørgen can’t even stand to look at me.”  
    “Because he was the victim, while you weren’t?” I knew Jo a lot better than I knew Jørgen. Jørgen kept to himself, he hardly ever spoke to anyone in the family. I couldn’t really blame him either, after the childhood he’d had. Still, the fact that Jo came from that home too hadn’t actually been in my thoughts much, and now I was suddenly feeling really bad about that. “Jo?” I prodded when he didn’t answer me.  
    “You can’t tell anyone, Christina.”  
    “Can’t tell