Chapter 3

She suddenly sat up again, then turned her upper body toward me.

“There is something you have to know, Tommy.”

“What’s that?”

“Actually, there are two things. The first thing is ... I’m in love with you. Don’t ask me why, or how. I just know that I want to spend my life with you.”

“And number two?”

“I also want to have your children.”

“Uh ... are you telling me...?”

“No. I’m on the pills ... for now. Some day, though, I want to give you a child. I know that you’ll be a great father to them. We could be such great parents.”

I was rubbing her back, lightly. She pushed herself back until she lay on me. I was still in her though. I caressed her hair, then her shoulders, then her tits. I slid my hands as far down her body as I could reach.

“Putting aside the fact that I am your brother, and the fact that this state still has incest laws on the books, I don’t see how we could even live together.”

“Those laws were rescinded three years ago. If we move away, we could live as man and wife. Nobody would ever know.”

“Let’s say that we do live together, and we do have kids, how do we explain it to them, much less Mom and Dad?”

“We could figure that all out as we go along. Right now, I want to lie here in your arms.”

“I’ll have to have a good job,” I said.

“I can work too.”

“No wife of mine is going to work if I get a good enough job.” She took a breath, and froze.

“Did I just hear...? Did you just say...?”

“I said, no wife of mine is going to work.”

“Wife? Did I just hear you say wife?”

“Well ... yes. I figured, if we’re going to live together...”

“You said ... wife. Does that mean what I hope it means?”

“Well ... yes. Yes it does ... wife. I’m in love with you too. I just didn’t know how to tell you.”

She jumped around a little, then opened her legs. I pushed my knees up, which caused me to slide back up into her. We started all over again.

Throughout the next day, Sandy looked as if she was floating on a cloud. She had a perpetual smile that couldn’t have been removed with a scrub brush. She almost bounced as she walked, and acted like a lady whenever I was around.

That night, she was naked, and in my bed before I got out of the shower. I slid in beside her, and we went at it like a fish takes to water. How we kept from waking our parents, I don’t know. I guess it’s a good thing that their room is downstairs, and mine is at the opposite end of the house.

It was really hard separating to go to school the next day. I wanted to kiss her goodbye when we got off the bus, but didn’t. I wanted to take her into my arms and shout to the entire world that I was in love with my sister ... but I didn’t. We just waved to each other, keeping it cool around our friends.

As if that wasn’t enough of a bummer, in my third class of the day, I realized that Monday is Mom’s laundry day. That’s the day she strips the beds, and does the laundry. We knew that a lot of Sandy’s blood was on the sheet from Saturday night, but forgot about it.

I spent the rest of the day thinking of different scenarios of what may happen when we got home that day. The least of them was my head flying across the highway. I waited until we got off the bus at home to tell Sandy.

“We could tell her that I started my period and didn’t know it until I was back in my room.”

“It was right in the middle of my bed, though. Are you going to tell her that you were lying in my bed with me when it happened?”

“No. To tell you the truth, I don’t even want to lie to them. I love Mom and Dad. If we lie to them now, we’ll have to cover it up later. We’ll need to tell them the truth. Right?”

“You’re right, but do we just go in and tell them, or do we wait until we’re asked?”

“I don’t know, Tommy. I love you, and I want the whole world to know it. I just don’t know when the right time would be.”

“I guess we just go home and hope for the best.” I stopped walking, then turned to her. “I love you, Sandy. I want to spend the rest of my life with you. There are people that will be pissed, and those that will pat us on the back. Are we ready to do this?”

“I am,” she said, as she took a step toward me and smiled.

“I am too. Let’s go in and tell Mom now. She’ll know how we can get it safely across to Dad. Are you with me?”

“For better or worse. Till death us do part.”

“That’s what I wanted to hear. Of course, that last part may be sooner than later.”