Parents gone, for once Paul and I didn’t argue over the TV. You’re not Brittany. Could we control that change? But I was in for a surprise as I felt his lips parting slightly. There was lots of kissing; I could see that was the case. I can…man, this will be weird; you’re my sister. My body shivered slightly at the thought, the possibility of the relationship my brother and I had always had, of familial affection and love changing. A hit and run, for example? Picked off, bro,” and, laughing, I raised his hand to my lips and kissed it. And permission was quickly given as my lips parted more, my tongue rushed to meet his. Who will you imagine that I am?” as Paul seemed to be getting into it beginning to savour the thought, the idea of being a surrogate hunk for me. “I know that good hitters can often hit to their manager’s direction.
