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Dexter loves being by the water. He misses his boat in Miami and the freedom of an empty horizon. The closest he's got to it up here is the lake. Which isn't quite the same but they end up there a lot. And as consolation he gets to see Deb in her bathing costume. Like everything she owns, it's so consciously practical and modest that it circles back round into sexy. Dexter thinks he'd have a heart attack if she ever tried to be alluring. It would be too much for him to cope with. His heart would explode out of his chest like a cartoon pervert.
Deb is dozing in the sun. Lying face down, glistening with sunscreen that Dexter insisted on helping with. He's still touching her. His palm placed on the small of her back, enjoying the quiet moment of just being Dexter and Deb and Harrison at the lake.
Harrison comes bounding up to them and slows when he sees Dexter put a finger to his lips. Harrison plonks himself in front of his dad, careful not to get sand on Deb. He's found and caught a frog and he wants to show it off.
“Good job buddy.” Dexter keeps his voice low and watches his son cradle the creature gently. Harrison loves animals. And he's careful with them. As careful as a clumsy five year old can be. He doesn't squeeze them too tight to see their eyes bulge and feel their bones break. He doesn't trap them to watch them panic themselves to death. He just likes to look at them and then set them free. It occurs to Dexter that he could have done that with Deb. Could have been content to just watch her and set her free. He rubs his thumb across her bare skin just to ground himself.
“Its not slimy daddy” Harrison brings him back to the moment. “Can I keep him?”
“No buddy. He’s wild. He needs to be out in the wild. With his froggy friends.”
Harrison huffs in disappointment and then eyes Deb's bare back. Dexter shakes his head.
“Do not put a frog on your mom.”
“She’s asleep” Harrison giggles and gently holds the frog above Deb.
“Don't even think about it.” Deb is sleepy but firm. “Either of you.” She sits up and Harrison immediately snuggles between them. He shows her the frog and holds it while she gives it the lightest of touches.
“Okay. Put him back now baby. He needs a rest.”
Harrison cradles the frog and takes him back to the shady pool he found him in. They both watch him paddle about. Harrison makes friends easily. He's playing with a group of kids from the neighbourhood. Dexter knows their parents to nod to in the mornings when he drops his son off at school. The moms all coo at him because he always walks Harrison in. The same women are there in the afternoons when Deb picks him up. She doesn't get the same kudos as he does. Moms are dime a dozen.
But not to Dexter. Deb is his obsession. Apart from one incident that she doesn't know about, he hasn't killed since they got to Canada. He's funnelled all of his rage and dark urges into focusing on his sister. It's not healthy for either of them, but it works. It works for him anyway.
He's still got his arm around her. Stroking her bare shoulder. He nuzzles into her throat, leaving kisses on her sun warmed skin. Deb is tolerating his touches. Mostly she pushes him away if they're in public but today she's letting him kiss and stroke her. He sucks a bruise into her throat and then kisses her properly. Deb squirms a little but doesn't really try to get away. He likes the pressure of her wriggling when he's got her trapped. He pulls her onto his lap and guides her hand to his dick. The lake is quiet and their bodies block anyone seeing what they're doing. She tells him no anyway and sits back primly.
“You’re no fun” he mutters but he knows she's right. They can't afford to get arrested for public indecency.
He'll have to wait to get her home to get indecent.