No, we did not have sex in the shower. So all in all I was looking forward to a summer of growing freedom, of a world whose horizons were enlarging as I, hopefully, obtained my driver’s license and, as I’ve already said, matured into a young woman now capable of making responsible decisions about her own sexuality. As I lay against my brother, my fingertips lightly tracing the muscles on his chest, his ribs, his midriff, I idly thought: which did I like best? If he felt possessory with his arm around me it was more than fine with me; I was all his for the taking, eager to give myself to him again. Strictly for athletic reasons, I hasten to add, because I’d never seen myself as particularly attractive; not because I wasn’t attractive but simply because I never gave it much thought.
