“Well?”
“You’re a hell of a utility player, sis. 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. No one seemed concerned that it was often occupied only by his sister. Had our friends, our community, our schoolmates known we had no doubt we would have been ostracized entirely and that any normalcy in our lives would have been impossible. He teased a few seconds more before returning to my other entrance, lubricating it liberally and seriously this time, and began to push into me. Now I was so eager to feel my brother, all of my brother, the unsheathed real brother inside me that I bypassed my oral ministrations after my introductory kiss and taste, and dragged him onto my bed. Dinner done we paid; Dad had given enough for a generous tip and off we were home. And our arrangement was invaluable to both my brother and me. Painfully obvious, in fact.” Our desserts and coffee arrived just in the nick of time. Would that be too much of a problem? That’s not what I mean. For the first time we became naked for each other.
