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Chapter Seven

Eitan

I come in the morning with a bucket of warm water and a cloth, and I clean the window, trying not to leave any streaks behind.

Brodie is asleep when I come in, but by the time I'm done, she's turned over to watch me.

"That's better," she says. "This place has potential."

"We have potential," I say quietly. I wipe the sweat from my forehead. I move to the bed and sit at the end of it, facing her.

"Can we go outside again today?" she asks quietly.

"I have something special planned," I say. "When I'm ready, we can go down to the river."

She smiles and reaches for my hand. "What have you got planned?"

"You'll see," I say quietly. I stand up and walk out of the room. I go to the kitchen and take out some fruit, cured meat, and some cheese. I pack it into a basket with a blanket and take out a bottle of champagne. I decant the bottle of champagne into two plastic drinking bottles and then put that in the basket .

I carry the basket and leave it outside Brodie's room. I go inside, and I undo her chain, lacing it around her middle above the skirt and locking it in place.

"Come on," I say, leading her out of the room.

She walks close to me as we leave the room, and I pick up the basket.

"Oh, we're having a picnic. That's so thoughtful." Brodie smiles. "I love picnics."

"I remember you used to have them in the backyard all the time," I say. I lead her down to the river, where I tie the end of the chain to a nearby tree. I lay out the blanket and then unpack the food and drink.

I sit down and pat the blanket next to me. "Come sit."

Brodie sits down and leans back, her breasts exposed to the elements, her nipples hard in the cool breeze.

I break up some cheese and pass a piece to her, holding it to her lips.

She slowly opens her mouth, and I push the cheese onto her tongue. She closes her lips around my fingers and bites down. I yank my hand back just in time. She giggles and eats the cheese.

I give her a hesitant smile. Is she playing a game ?

"Maybe we should go back..." I say.

"No," she says quickly. "I was only teasing."

I get up and walk down to the river, putting the key to the lock on a rock where I can see it. I have spares at the motel. I come back to the blanket and sit down. "Now, if you try anything, you won't be able to escape."

"I don't want to escape," she insists, a little too hard. "I just want to enjoy our picnic."

I nod. "I know how we can enjoy it more."

She swallows and nods. "How?"

"Sit with your legs bent slightly so I can lie in your lap."

She adjusts herself, and I turn around, resting back to lie my head on her lap. Her perky breasts are in my face, and I instantly suck a nipple into my mouth. She gasps out. I don't know if it's from shock or pleasure, but it makes me instantly hard. I suckle on her tit like a newborn babe. I switch to the other one, imagining what it would be like to drink her milk. I take her hand and guide it to my erection, which is tenting my pants.

Her hand shakily rubs my cock through my pants as I nibble on her nipple .

"Eitan. Someone might see," she gasps out.

"No one around for miles," I mumble against her soft flesh.

She grips my hair, and I look up at her with dark eyes. "Are you not enjoying yourself?"

"I just don't feel comfortable...being in the open like this. Us... What if someone walks past."

"No one is going to walk past. We're hours away from town." I sit up and look at her. "Kiss me."

She looks into my eyes and then leans forward, pressing her lips against mine. I pull away. "I can feel you're holding back."

"I told you why," she whines.

I sigh and stand up, "You're not enjoying yourself."

"I was, I just... I feel self-conscious."

"Why," I argue. "You're beautiful. Every girl dreams of being as beautiful as you are."

She looks away. "I just feel weird."

"Because I'm supposed to be your brother," I sigh. " It just means we're closer than other people. It means our connection is deeper. "

She looks up at me with wide eyes. "I get that, I do, but don't you think, if someone finds out, they're going to rip us apart."

"No one is going to find out about us," I say, kneeling beside her. "I have it all figured out. Come on, let's go back to the room where you'll feel more secure."

I retrieve the key and unlock the chain from the tree. Brodie packs up the picnic stuff as though on autopilot. I carry the stuff back and take her back to her room.

"Do you have to chain me up?" she asks as I attach the chain back to the bedpost.

"It's for your own good," I say quietly. "I want to trust you, I do, but until I can, this is for your own safety. You go wandering out in the woods alone, who knows what will happen to you."

I take the rest of the food back to the kitchen, and then I sit warily down by the cameras. I watch as Brodie gets up and paces next to the bed. She’s probably just stretching her legs. She walks to the bucket and back and then lies back down on the bed. She's bored. I should give her something to do. Maybe get her something to read .

I've never known her to read anything other than magazines, so I'll have to add that to my list for my next shopping trip.

Brodie is sitting on the bed now, with her back to the camera. Does she know there's a camera in the room? I thought I hid it rather well.

She reaches between her legs and starts to move in a very obvious way.

She's touching herself.