Chapter 2

“Sit on your lap?”

“Just to show you that I am honorable, I’ll put a pillow between us. How’s that?” I slid my pillow onto my lap, then patted it. “Sit here just like you’re thinking right now. I swear, I’m not going to touch any part of your body that you don’t want me to touch.”

Reluctantly, she came over and sat in my lap. Just before she did, she flipped the back of her skirt up so she had her bare ass on the pillow.

“Fine. Now, grab my hands so they don’t go wandering.” She did. “Set our hands wherever you are comfortable with them.” She set them on the top of her bare thighs. “Now, just sit there. I would like for you to think about today. How did it start? Don’t tell me. Think about it.”

We sat there for a few minutes. I had my eyes closed and breathed in the scent of her perfume. It hit me.

“You don’t wear anything to bed. That’s sexy in itself. You put your robe on and went down the hall to the bathroom. You have to pass Glen’s room on the way, and you always pause there.” I didn’t go into detail about her bathroom duties or her shower. “You dropped your robe, then admired yourself in the full-length mirror that’s on the back of your closet door.

“You remembered what I said about your hair, then wished that you hadn’t shaved yourself the other day. That was the first time that you ever did that. It makes you feel even sexier.” I paused a minute. “Nancy. Don’t ever regret anything that pleases you. If it makes you feel sexy, do it.”

“It does. I decided that I’m going to do it all the time now.”

“Good. Glen will like that.”

“What does Glen have to do with it?”

“You’re in love with him, Nancy. You can’t hide that from me. In fact, when you were in front of that mirror, you wondered what it would feel like to have his hands on you. You closed your eyes and moved your own hands down your body. You felt alive, thinking that Glen was just in the next room. You imagined that it was his finger that slipped between your lips as you lay on your bed.

“You imagined all sorts of things that he would do to you. Your own finger played its own tune as you thought of him. At one point, you imagined that your finger was his tongue. That’s what really got you going and led to your eventual climax. Just like the one you’re going to have...” She went into convulsions on my lap. “Now.”

It wasn’t until she was calming down that I felt where our hands were. My hands were under hers on her inner thighs, about two inches from her mound. She fell forward, and I caught her. I pulled her back up and held her. She was crying.

“I can’t,” she said. “I can’t love him. He’s my brother. It’s not right.”

“Says who, Nancy? He has had your heart for some time now.”

“But he’s my brother.”

“He’s a man. He’s the one that you love. Tell him that. He may just be waiting for you to make the first move.”

She settled down, then reached for a tissue on my nightstand. She blew her nose, then reached for another one to dry her eyes.

“He has always protected me. I got this job last year. He took me back and forth to work until I had enough to get my own car. He was persistent in teaching me how to stay safe by myself.”

“Who is it that initiates your walks in the woods when you all go camping?”

“Glen.”

“Who is it that makes sure you get plenty to eat while you’re out there?”

“Glen.”

“Your dad is going on a business trip soon. See if Glen wants to go camping with you while he’s gone. That will tell you what you want to know.”

“Daddy’s leaving tomorrow for Chicago. He thinks he’s getting a promotion.”

“He is just like I want to be. He is a busy man, but always has time for his family. He’s a lucky man to have you as his daughter.”

“Our mother is good to us too. She just hates fishing and camping. Otherwise, she is really good to us. She and I are more like sisters, or good friends.”

“She knows that you’re in love with Glen. That’s why she put you on the pills at thirteen. Go on that trip with him and find out. There is no reason for you to be miserable any longer.”

She slid off of my lap, then turned around and grabbed my hands.

“How long have you been able to read thoughts?”

“Since the other night. I think it happened when I passed out. I don’t have any other explanation for it.”