A question caught me by surprise-1

“You mean he’s jealous of me?” I asked.

“I guess.”

“See, isn’t a little weird that he’d be jealous of me? I’m your brother
for Christ’s sake.” I said incredulously.

“I don’t know. All I know is that I love you and you love me. Isn’t
that the only thing that matters?” Jennifer asked anxiously.

She had a point. We were close. Why should I give a crap what anyone
else thinks? “I guess you’re right,” I said, suddenly eager to let the
subject drop.

“Of course I’m right. I’m always right,” Jennifer said, sounding
somewhat relieved.

“What about when you thought the Russians invaded Atlanta?” I teased.

” I didn’t know Georgia was a country at the time,” my sister muttered.

“Still, it didn’t strike you as a little odd? Did you think Red Dawn
was a documentary?”

” You’re never going to let that go, are you?” Jennifer asked crossly.

“I’ll only bring it up when the time is right,” I smirked. “Classes.
School functions. Parties, assuming we’re ever invited to one.

“Fuck you.”

“Love you too.”

It’s never fun waking up with morning wood. It’s a cruel and thoroughly
useless erection, and particularly insidious when you realize it’s nestled
firmly against your sister’s ass. To make matters worse, our nocturnal big
spoon/little spoon reversal also resulted in my right hand gently cupping
Jennifer’s right breast.