little sister ... a Dawn site

The only constant in Buffy's life is Dawn. While Buffy sleeps, Dawn attends classes, taking studious notes and managing not to fall asleep. At night, Dawn holds her sister as Buffy cries. She soils tissue after tissue, wiping away snot and mucus, without so much as an, "Ewww. Gross!"

Dawn is ripening into a woman. Buffy saw her sister step out of the shower, glimpsed round, full breasts and a patch of amber hair covering a cunt before averting her eyes. Soon, Dawn will graduate. She'll leave Buffy, too.

In the night, when the tears stop, the boundaries blur between fantasy and reality, thought and deed. Buffy kisses her sister, on the lips, on the neck, on the slope of her breasts. Dawn tastes like youth and strawberries, death and rebirth, mystery and Sunnydale.

Dawn arches her back and opens her legs to Buffy's fingers, and before she comes she whispers, "It's not like I'm really your sister."

As if that would make Buffy feel better.