Suddenly, as he piled the pillows beneath my navel and lightly pressed my head down to the remaining pillow with a start I recalled my very first lesson in sex, that very first time when as a young girl a friend and I watched a male dog mount a bitch “so they can make puppies,” my more aware friend said. And I saw you with Brittany. We lay together quietly, my head resting against Paul’s shoulder as our fingertips idly traced themselves on each other’s body. But the flood that I’d just felt, the soaking of my womb with his seed; that was new. Their usual position and a backup position?”
“Uhhh, ok?” wondering where my brother was headed. Paul’s seeming to carefully consider the idea, to hem and haw, to shake his head at the idea and to finally admit that “Well, I don’t know…but, maybe…I guess it might work out” was easily an Academy Award performance. Our bodies rested together as I relished the reversal of our roles and rested on my brother’s body as I
