And last weekend, as I’ve said, we took each other’s virginity. He managed two or three more thrusts as his semen pumped into me, my vaginal muscles recording the familiar pulses of his cock but now feeling something different. The gentle touch and caress of his soft hands, the feel of a tongue and lips on my nipples for the first time in my young life sent shocks of pleasure through my body that were so profound that they were permanently burned into my nervous system. And thus began a treasured tradition; every year since my brother and I have somehow managed to repeat that episode, each year on the anniversary of our very first real incestuous coupling, our very first home run together. Thinking of all those young women who, as I suspect, don’t get to savor the love and rapturous sex that my brother gave me my first time, I recall a figure from a study that I once read; it said that while almost one hundred percent of men achieve orgasm during sex, on
