[ derek flinches, first — he's in that kind of headspace — but then lets her touch him, turns his hand over, wrist up, which is about as significant as baring his throat. he's closed his eyes, though. he can feel the first warm tingles of an erection, doesn't know how to stop it, wants to pretend it isn't happening, that he's not aroused by his little sister touching his hand and talking about sex. ]
yes ty
I still don't want to talk about this.
[ that's probably a little repressed too. ]