He might have wanted this more than I did, but I’m sure by the end of the evening I had felt far more pleasure than he had. As good as missionary?”
“Perfect. I also got several offers of soccer scholarships and was thrilled when one came from Paul’s university. Over the previous couple of months, as I’ve said, so much changed between my brother and me. That was a first, wasn’t it? Shock in his eyes, absolute wide-eyed shock. Our parents’ expression changed slightly, from parental concern to a kind of relief as they brightened at the thought of the lake. Paul is a very good, very experienced player, probably the best on his team. But you get my point, right?”
“Uh huh.”
“So…dirty talk. You know that it’s mostly just that: fucking, humping, banging, whatever you want to call it. We developed a coded language we could use in front of our parents; one of us, hoping for sex, would ask the other “is there a game on TV Friday?” If the answer was “yes” it meant lovemaking on Friday night while our parents were at the lake.
