I knew Lucy was a virgin; we both were, but…where was her hymen? Again I delayed as I bent down and kissed the hollow beneath her chin, then descended to her breasts lying, I thought, in wait for me. “No, I want to stay here for just a little while.” So I gently rubbed her hand with my other hand and gave it a gentle squeeze. It broke my heart as she sat in the truck quietly crying so without even thinking I reached over and drew her across the seat to me and hugged her. When mom and dad built our home before either Lucy or I were born money was tight so they finished the basement as a self-contained suite. I waited, no, we waited a few moments until she whispered softly “ok, Tom,” and I pressed more, pushing as gently as I could another inch into my sister. I knew better than to ask her again. A flashing, errant thought raced through my brain; isn’t there supposed to be something blocking me? That moment and the import of it did not immediately sink in with me, but looking back it’s a moment that I will remember all my life.
