For the first time in our lives I’d told my sister how lovely she really was and held my breath hoping that she’d accept at least some of the truth in that. “Tom?” It was my mom, poking her head around my bedroom door, interrupting my studying. Those guys wanted to dance with you. I felt her hand descending, caressing my chest, my midriff, heading to…
“No, Luce, we can’t go there,” I tried to push back, to stop this before we went too far, wherever too far was. Luce, two of those guys wanted your phone number. You might be right. And it worked a charm. But it’s like with you I found the oasis in that desert. Absolutely sure?” Her answer was to reach behind my head and pull me into yet another deep, slow kiss. Will one look give us away? And because of tonight.” And with that she kissed me again. Road slick from a recent rain. We started this an hour and a half ago, Tom, and I want to finish it. I relished weekends and actually liked my room for studying. They thrilled to her warm softness, the feel of her muscles moving with every tiny shift of her body.
