Thread: What happens in the cabin... (Sync & mypgems)

Luke was quiet for a few moments before responding. He was concentratinglistening. Making sure the generator was running the way it was supposed to be. Without going outside and checking, it sounded OK. The generator wasnt noisy, but it still made noise as the engine chewed through fuel to generate power for the cabin. Nothing sounded out of place. As long as the generator held out, theyd be fine, if stuck inside the cabin together. Hed go outside to look at the CB antenna when the wind died down which, going by the way it was picking up at the moment, wasnt going to be any time soon. Mobile reception would be shot, now, as well. There wasnt a TV in the cabin not for watching programs, anyway. The TV was linked to a slightly-old gaming console that barely got used, and would have been a waste of resources under the present conditions anyway. Theyd done very little with themselves after lunch. After drawing the curtains and shutters closed where they could, and discovering that upstairs was not unexpectedly somewhat cooler than downstairs, theyd both settled on their respective couches and occupied themselves with various activities for Becca, it seemed to alternate between music and reading for Luke, mostly reading and studying. They snacked little, had a couple of hot drinks each, and that was the afternoon gone. Dinner was similarly low-key, and consisted primarily of heating pizza and garlic bread in the oven and downing it with soft drinkafter which they went back to their couches. Then it was closing on time to retire for the night, and Becca had already made her own plans. Yeah, my rooms not a lot warmer than the fridge, I think, he agreed, as he watched Becca set herself up on the cushions on the floor. I might do the same sleep down here but I can manage on the couch. Im a tidy sleeper. He grinned faintly. Besides, you just know youll end up the floor, anyway you just wont fall as far. He paused, then sighed softly as she continued. To be honestI didnt think a lot, he offered carefully. He probably could have done without knowing shed be taking her bra off once she was under the covers it drew his thoughts to those round, firm globes that were parked invitingly on her chest. I mean Well, first, youre my sister. Not right for me to look or consider. Second, you were busy hurling abuse at me two seconds after I opened the door and saw them, so I didnt have any opportunity for a lot of thought. And thirdyoure my sister. Even if I did have thoughts about them, I wouldnt be telling you out of respect. He stopped at that point and fell silentthen he took a deep breath, closed his book after placing the bookmark, and stood up. Im going to bring my blankets and pillow down here, he announced softly. He didnt wait for Becca to respond as he set off up the stairs to his room. Once there, he stopped for several seconds. He had just lied to her okay, theyd often lied to each other during their years of arguing, but this was different. He had had thoughts about her breasts, but hed just told her he hadnt, and that waswell, it was a lie of omission, he supposed. He could justify it as being respectful, keeping his thoughts to himself, doing the right thingand it had been her fault for not locking the door, anyway. Better to not draw attention to the whole situation, just let it diffuse on its own. He shook his head slightly, then slowly dragged the blankets and quilt off his bed and tucked them under his arm, grabbed his pillow, and headed back down the stairs to his couch. The wind activity outside was still increasing, and that wasnt a good sign for the next couple of days. He started laying the blankets out on the couch, tucking them in at the back so they were under the cushions, set his pillow up so his feet were closest to the fire. And just so you know, he countered as he was fixing the couch up for himself to sleep on, I generally dont sleep in anything other than shorts. The blankets are to stop me from freezing, but I need to be cool so I can go to sleep. He turned his head to look over his shoulder at her. A friendly warning for you.