The post-game chat with the parents, I knew, had left other things unsaid. Four at bats allowed for four celebrations. It lifted the lid off some feelings that I’d never felt for my brother. I released my grip as he said loudly, almost shouting, “I want her to ride me. But was it that much less pleasurable last weekend? Yes, it was a new pleasure to feel Paul’s hands soaping and washing my body, taking care to wash every curve, every fold, every inch and I was laughing as I returned the favor. I knew he had feelings that he hadn’t expressed. And, of course, later in my visit by Paul and me. “Strong coffee,” Paul said quietly, “because I might have to stay up late tonight.”
“Oh, I have no doubt you’ll, ahem, stay up tonight, bro. By the time of my graduation I had changed from the pill to an IUD so I had one less daily distraction. We celebrated that hit to a degree that would have been unimaginable to me just a few weeks before. Dimly through the fog of pleasure I heard his chuckle as his hands retreated but my breathless relief was very brief; one hand returned to my hip and the other found my slit, and instantly moved to my clitoris.
