Daring me to do what? Did I say ‘proudly’? Tom, Lucy hasn’t run since Craig died.” I sat staring back at her, my coffee cooling, until she added “whatever you did to make her feel so good, Tom, I hope you can keep doing it. Mom…really?”
“Tom, it’s been six months…” So there it was. We could have lain like that all night, I thought, I would have willingly held my sister on me for hours, but finally she rolled off of me as for the second time that night I felt myself slipping out of her. I can’t wait. My mind asked, irrelevantly, “do they teach that at nursing school?” as she pushed my trousers to the ground leaving only my boxers loudly announcing my arousal…inches from my sister’s naked body. Her breathing was now panting, her breath puffing in my ear as if she were running uphill, struggling with her words “gentle, Tom, slow…please…”
I was happy to comply; even though every cell of my body now wanted to enter my sister fully, entirely, to thrust my
