“So I was thinking that, y’know, if you…well, y’know.”
“Anne, I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
She shook her head, as if trying to get a cobweb out of her hair, or a voice out of her ear. I was trying to work it out later, and it must have been about 3 weeks through the 6-week program that I flashed my sister. She put her mouth around my head, and an odd, patient look appeared on her face. I’d never thought of her in a sexual light before though. She had that sort of aura around her—like God had picked her out for something special, like she was somehow better than other people. See, we live out in the Bible Belt, a little place called Vernonberg. She would masturbate thinking about it, do anything to get to play with it, and play with it every chance she got. This repeated itself for a few days—she’d let herself in, jerk me off, ask for feedback, and go back to her room.
