I somehow felt like the prey that cobras can hypnotize. She almost bounced off the couch when I told her. I realized that my sister would probably realize my state soon so I broke our kiss, took a deep breath, and said “can’t turn a guy on, huh, sis? And I understood that perhaps our kisses were succeeding where my words weren’t. It was less than an inch, possibly, and then as I pressed further, felt her arms pull me to her, felt my entire glans slip into Lucy. I switched to listening mode and wondered idly how long it would be before the cold November night would seep into the truck’s cab and shorten our stay. That every problem offers an opportunity? Oh no, Tom, she was up an hour and a half ago.”
“Oh,” I said, fearing the worst, fearing our “recent Lucy”, my grieving sister had returned. Maybe it’s just you? We sat quietly listening to the clicking of the cooling engine until Lucy began to explain; “this was a favorite spot for Craig and me.
