Chapter Sixteen
That night, when Ramona got home, she was preoccupied with wedding plans and sat at the kitchen table with stacks of lists and invitations and other things associated with the wedding. When Debbie offered to help her she waved her hand, saying that it was fun, even though she didn't look like she was having that much fun.
Debbie took her brother and pulled him to her bedroom.
"I love you," she told him, standing in front of him almost close enough that her breasts touched him.
"I know that," he said in typical male ignorance of what a woman wanted when she said that.
"Do you love me?" she asked.
"Of course I do. You know that," he said, digging himself even deeper into a hole he had no idea was forming around him.
"Do you love me enough to not make love to me for a while?" she asked.
"What?" he said, unsure what that meant.
"Do you love me enough to not make love to me for a while?" she repeated. It didn't help that her fingers were toying with his shirt collar.
"Um ..." Robby knew suddenly that there was a right answer, but, for the life of him he didn't know what it was. He had a suspicion that he should respond in the affirmative, but was afraid to say "Sure, no problem" because that sounded like he didn't cherish what they shared. And he did cherish what they shared - a lot.
"How long is a while?" he asked.
"I just need to do some thinking. We haven't been using anything to stop me from getting pregnant. I've been thinking about that. That might be a problem, you know?"
When it comes to problems, the difference between men and women is that women want to talk about the problem, while the men want to just solve it and move on.
"So have mom get you some birth control pills," he suggested helpfully.
"You don't want me to have your baby," Debbie said. Her voice rose at the end of the sentence, as if it were a question. But it didn't sound like a question somehow to Robby.
Robby, like his sister, hadn't really thought at any length about what could happen as a result of what they did. There had been a time or two that he had fantasized his sister with a swollen belly, but it was hard to put her face on that body. It just wasn't her.
"I don't know," he finally said. "I haven't thought much about that."
"That's why we need to take some time and think about ... things," said Debbie. "I don't want to get all pregnant and then find out you don't want to be a father." Her voice was rising steadily. "I don't want to ruin my life, and give up everything just so you can do what boys always want to do to girls!" Somehow Debbie had gotten mad. The fact that she had 6 or 7 hours of think time that Robby wasn't aware of didn't cross her mind. She had thought about the consequences, and somehow expected him to have thought about them too. She was beginning to think more as an adult. He just hadn't caught up with her.
Robby didn't know what was going on, but he knew that tone of voice. In the past he had just run and hidden, waiting for her to calm down. But he did realize that this was a serious subject, even if he hadn't taken the time to think much about it.
His hands came up and gripped her shoulders. She tried to pull away but he held her tightly.
"Look, I love you. I don't want you to be mad at me. Whatever you want me to do I'll do, but don't just get mad. If you don't want to get pregnant, then fine. If you do want to get pregnant then I'll ... I don't know what I'll do, but it will be the right thing. If you want to wait and stop then I'll do that too. Just tell me what you want."
Debbie heard the honesty and care in his voice, even if he wasn't very eloquent about it. She felt those flutters in her stomach again and suddenly wanted to go to bed ... and not alone.
"That's the problem," she moaned. "I don't know what I want to do. I don't know what to ask you to do. I just need some time to think about this and talk about this and decide."
"Then that's what we'll do," said her brother simply. "I can live with that."
She kissed him then, hope surging in her heart that somehow everything would be all right.
When the kiss broke Robby looked at her. "Can we start not doing it tomorrow?" he asked hopefully.
She didn't get mad. She laughed instead.
"I'll do something for you that we used to do a lot. And you can do it for me too. But that's as far as we can go, okay?"
"I'm your man," Robby said, striking a pose.
They did end up in bed then, naked and panting. But their heads were at opposite ends as they loved each other with their mouths. They lasted a long time, dragging it out. In the end it was Robby who had to stop her from sitting down on his hard prick.
She cried.
But it was tears of happiness.