En sunni viraithu irupathai paarthaale therivathu pola irunthathu, iruvarum ulle selum pozhthe naan aunty soothil sunniyai vaithu theithen. Ulle sendr...thum ennai sofavil amarthi vitu coffe poda sendraal, ena seiyalam endru yosithu konde irunthen. Coffee potu eduthu vanthu koduthaal, naan coffe vangi kudithen.En arugil char irunthathu angu amaraamal en arugil vanthu amarnthaal, iruvar thudaiyum urasum padi amarnthaal. Enaku nandraara therinthathu aunty kandipaaga ooka thayaraga thaan irukiraal. Now, youmight say that this is how it's supposed to be, and this narrator wouldagree with you, but the love that a brother has for his sister is verypowerful, especially in this case. Because Darrell and his sister livedon what might as well have been entirely different planets, his senseof her was exaggerated by lack of contact, and he tended to idealizeher as an innocent, beautiful, playful little girl. All of these thingswere true, of course, but his love spun imaginings were. "I didn't mean it," she complained. "Why do you think I wanted you to come back to bed?" To cuddle," he said."OK," she admitted. "But what's wrong with that? I like to cuddle with you." Cuddling leads to other things," he said."Why do you think women like to cuddle so much?" she asked, her face pressed to his chest.His hands slid down her back to firm, round globes, and he squeezed them."That's all the cuddling you get," he said into her hair."Not fair!" she moaned into his chest."For now," he. Don’t be angry?”“Angry, I’m angry, alright, at me. I’m like a fifteen-year-old.”Taking him by the arm, Iris led him to her apartment, all the while trying to make him relax, to give himself over to the sensations. Cliff stumbled as his head spun, leaning into Iris for support. Pushing back from her, he steadied himself, tried to think, but his mind refused clear. A thick fog encased his brain — notions of love and sex clouded Cliff’s emotions and understanding. Cliff’s only thought of Iris, how.