NONE of it is allowed. Your heart skips several beats. You could recognize that sequence of sounds from a mile off. And your little sister is vuddled against you like a cat seeking affection. She’s having fun. “…How about your mouth…?”
She opens said mouth to say somethng, but you predicted thes. “I still didn’t hear you,” you repeat, leaning in to blow your breathe in her ear. Door opens. but where would you find enough rope? Your heart skips several beats. You don’t even know what yhou’d say if she confronted you. You can see her lips quiver. ?”
She continues to stare at you, but her expression softens. “…Hey, bro.”
“…Hey, sis.”
“….”
“…”
“…are we gonna keep saying hey or are we gonna talk?” she finally says, looking you dead in the eye and squezzing her arms around your midriff a little tighter. d-do it again…”
Her voice trails off with the last words, as if she’s afraid even to speak them. “I still didn’t hear you,” you repeat, leaning in to blow your breathe in her ear. She’s mad at
