“Would you at least think about it? My limbic brain seemed to know exactly what; my shaking fingers, accompanied by my shaking breaths, began to unbutton my shirt. “We had a good time tonight, didn’t we?” I was careful to make it “we” and not “you”. I kissed her hair again as her tears came to a stop. Now I was confused, glancing back through her door, watching her carefully as she quietly closed it. How can it be a crime when I need this so much, when we love each other so much? Where was I? But it’s like with you I found the oasis in that desert. And who is hurt if we make love, Tom? What if Mom or Dad wandered down here and found us?” I couldn’t argue with her logic, so I slowly and reluctantly rose from her bed, removed the condom for the second time that night, disposed of the evidence, unlocked the door to the stairs, and headed to my own bed, immediately missing the warmth of my sister’s body
