Wake the f**k up man! We got s**t to do!"
Mike heard the voice, and was vaguely aware of light beginning to peek in through the window. A heavy form was pressing down on him.
'Danni,' he thought, smiling. Her soft form felt comfortable on top of him, her dark hair laying around his neck, her breathing coming in deep, rhythmic sighs.
"Hurry the f**k up and get up. Maybe you can f**k her quietly before the rest of the house wakes up, since you're so damn set on this revenge shit."
Mike laughed quietly, happily. He was so glad to be whole again. It felt like a cloud had lifted, or like someone had turned on the lights in a dark hallway he'd been stumbling down. He wrapped his arms around his sister, pulling her tightly to him. His c**k had slid out and was hanging between his legs. Danni
