She stopped, rolled over, sighed, and tried to work out what the thought even meant.Her brother would be better at ... touching her?The more Olivia th...ught about it, the more she realized it was true.After all: she was straight. He was a man. Ignoring the fact that he was her brother, Olivia would always rather be touched by someone else. Given the choice between masturbation and having someone else get her off, she’d take the other person every time.He was a man, roughly her age. He was fairly. One thing I did know, was that water was eager. It was easy. Locking water without looking at it meant nothing – yet.We were on our backs, sunglasses and more sun block freshly applied when everyone else came back. They were excited and a little wired from the thrill of the ride, and that was enough to get us up and moving."Feel like a swim?" I asked."Absolutely," Kelli sighed. "That sun was nice, but I'm boiling!" Me too," I agreed. "Lets get a drink first."We stopped at the fridge downstairs. We fell into each other's arms as the front door slammed closed behind us. We kissed by the door like it was out very first time.The certainty that she was about to give herself to me overwhelmed me with its dazzling reality. It was the feeling you get when something momentous is occurring in your life. I once saw a friend nearly killed. He fell while climbing.Time slowed as I'd watched him plummet, a moment of stark truth, waking me momentarily from nineteen years of dreaming. My mind. It’s such a cliché that I’m not even going to repeat it, but you know the one I mean.Was there a reason I had this power, and if so, what was it?I’m an atheist, so I would never consider that this was any kind of divine gift, but if there were other Harolds out there, didn’t I have a duty to try and stop them? I had always wanted to be in law enforcement; was there a secret Psychic Crimes Agency? Was my mom a member, or did she just have them on psychic speed dial? What about those two.