As I gained more and more skill that evening I teased my brother that he’d never made it to second base with Brittany and for reasons that I’ve never been able to understand, I made a casual, almost wanton, suggestion that maybe if he hit a double he might…just might make it to second base. Even our third base celebrations, the climactic peaks that we brought each other to, hadn’t prepared us for the prolonged and profound orgasms we reached together that night. The post-game chat with the parents, I knew, had left other things unsaid. I laughed; ‘old times’ was all of a few weeks before, but I was happy to take my place next to him on the patio swing and cuddle next to him. But you get my point, right?”
“Uh huh.”
“So…dirty talk. You reload at an astounding rate.” No reply from my brother other than a silly, goofy prideful grin.
