It began simply like that; a few innocent sibling kisses, a lesson in the art, and then a joking tease from me as I grew more comfortable with my brother’s kisses and touches. So I guess when he connected on the third pitch, when both he and I knew by the sound of the bat, when we watched it soar high, higher, and then clear the left field fence I wasn’t really surprised. I learned that, possibly, the latex of Paul’s condoms might have contributed. The next morning we awoke surprisingly early and I had my first experience of my partner’s ‘morning wood’ as I felt my brother’s hardon pressing urgently against my butt. Mimicking Paul’s performance of that afternoon, we had a total of four “at-bats” that night, four trips for my brother to the bathroom, four disposals of the evidence. That’s amazing. Perhaps I was the more eager of us two, but somehow I doubted it. Eating was occasionally interrupted as one of us took the other’s hand.
