“Ahhhh, my god, Andy, yeeesss, right there, I…uuunnnhhh.” She couldn’t see, couldn’t feel Andy’s smile as he felt again the power he had first felt the week before with Sam, the sheer and primal power that comes with giving sexual pleasure. As Andy cupped, fondled, lightly squeezed Julie’s breasts her breathing now became panting, her moans (like Sam’s, he thought, but somehow deeper) coming more and more frequently. And so he began, slowly and carefully, as if he was facing a faun, easily frightened. She crept once more downstairs to her post, wondering at the situation between her best friend and her brother. Hearing muted, muffled sounds from the room she guessed at Julie and Andy’s total distraction, so she opened the door as quietly and slowly as a burglar. Finally there were no more sounds until she heard “my god, you’re beautiful.” That was Andy.
