Tom was speechless. His hands were on the comforter, and his eyes on the floor. He didn't dare to look at me in the eyes."Is she your girlfriend?" I a...ked."Kind of... Yeah..." And had you fucked her before?" Lexi, c'mon!" He complained."It's OK, Tom. I'm your sister. We're friends. You can tell these things to me. I'm just curious. Have you had sex with her before?" Yeah... Once," Tom confessed."And had you been with someone before?" No, Samantha has been the first one," Tom said timidly."Jeez,. I don’t really care if it’s true since most of the alternatives are just as satisfactory, but I like that he said it anyway. Then it’s mouths and teeth and hands again for a while. ‘Feel what you do to me.’ I do. I’m impressed with both of us. Minutes, hours, years later, he sits back on his heels and I try to make some sense of my hair. ‘I’m not supposed to trust you,’ I say. ‘That’s OK.’ He leans forward, takes my head in his hands, and brings his mouth down on mine, hard. My legs are wrapped. It was Derricks birthday and I had special games in store for us. He showed up at my house at noon, hard and ready for fun, wearing only a thin pair of white running shorts. Sweat ran down his smooth chest, over his flat belly and onto the waist band of his shorts. I licked my lips in appreciation. Have you been working out? I asked, running my palm over the tight skin below his belly button. He looked me up and down, swallowing hard. I was wearing a short, loose black button up dress and black. Then I heard him hold his breath, and finally he let out a loud gasp. Ifelt a drop hit my toe. He stayed still for a few moments. Then he said,"Don't you dare open your eyes until I tell you to," and stopped touchingme. He left the room. I stayed still, with my eyes closed. He came backthree minutes later. He had changed his underwear and pants."Open your eyes," he commanded. Then he grabbed my heart-shaped pendant andpulled on it, forcing me to sit up. "Look what you made me do!" he saidwith a.