"So what is the upside for me?" I asked."For one thing, we don't take turns kicking the shit out of you," he suggested."Now why would you do that?" I ...sked."If you don't prove yourself, then you must be a cop plant," he said."Every woman who comes in and won't give you a blow job is a cop? Man that is some paranoid fucked up thinking. You need to switch a better drug." I said."Don't matter none what you think of our initiation, you do it or we just kick the living shit out of you," he said. "I didn't think you'd be back so quickly," she said."I think seeing your portrait put ideas in my father's head," I said grinning. "He just dragged my mother off to their bedroom." Oh!" she said, bringing her hand up to cover her open mouth."I've never made love with a pregnant woman," I said softly."Ohhhh Bobby," she moaned, rushing to me. "I was so worried." Let's think about something else," I said, pulling her toward her bedroom, copying my father.It was interesting. Her bulge was much more. Something. Fucked. Had sex. Made love. Something.I haven’t EVER fucked. Ex-wife might’ve FUCKED me, but I spent years with her thinking I was making love.This creature in my lap, curled up, sexy, warm, and all too apparently happy, I fear that we’ve made love.That’s a feeling I can concur with.But she’s my sister.And this is Day Two of a week together.We were going to read and talk. My iPad’s over there, full of books. Her Kindle’s there beside it. Full of books.We’ve talked.And now we’re. “I couldn’t sit there and watch her cry, Mom, especially when I already knew that I was going to ask her in another couple of weeks.”“Well, I’m not going to ask how you celebrated. Just make sure you’re careful.” I shook my head. There was no fooling my mother…dad either. I picked up the phone to dial the Gleason’s number. Mrs. Gleason answered and I spent fifteen minutes listening to her tell me how thrilled she was for both of us. I knew then that I’d sit through at least thirty.