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I realized that after last weekend my womb felt more and more parched, dry, a desert crying for rain and my brother’s jets of semen flooding me were exactly that rain. Oh Jesus. His hand shot beneath the table and intercepted mine, blocking my obvious goal. Our folks had had the foresight to have it finished along with the family room next to it and it often came in handy. I found Paul and said to my brother “have you noticed it, Paul?”

“Noticed what?”

“Noticed IT. I was excited for what was to come and I knew Paul was too, but the weekend before’s quadruple couplings had, as I say, established us as confirmed lovers. “Yeah, well, my point is that when I had a double header thinking about you I’m pretty sure they well under twenty minutes apart.”

“Double header?