My Day with Sister

Right after mom spent the night with me, teaching me the ways of passion between lovers, my sister began hanging around me, and I could not fathom why. Usually, Laura only got along with our younger sister Heather and ignored me. That was understandable; she was thirteen and still seemed a little girl, and I was already showing the build and interests of an adult, even though I was only fifteen.

“Erik,” she asked, “Do you thing I’m pretty?” She was sitting on my desk chair while I, lying on my bed, tried to read my book.
For the umteenth time I replied, “Yes, Laura, you are pretty.”
“I mean,” she emphasized, “really pretty.”
“Yes, sis, you are really pretty.”
“Big-girl pretty?”
“Come on, Laura, you aren’t a big girl yet. How could you be big-girl pretty? You are pretty for how old you are. Now let it be!”
There was a lapse, a silence of several minutes. Then my sister said in a small voice, “I saw you and mommy.”
“What?” I replied. I looked at her, hoping that Laura did not mean what she had said. How could she have seen us? Was not my door closed?
“I saw you and mommy together the night she stayed in your room. I had to get up, and I saw you together, naked, lying on your bed.”
I cursed under my breath and attempted to maintain my outward calm. I answered as calmly as I could, “Mom was just tucking me in the way she always does, the way she does you and Heather.”
Laura smiled and shook her head no. “I saw mommy kissing your willy, and then she played with it until is squirted. Then she had you kiss between her legs. Later she made you lie on top of her.”
“Maybe you were dreaming,” I suggested. She had seen it all.
“No, Erik, I was standing in the hall the entire time, and I left only after you and mommy fell asleep.”
“So what?” I said exasperated. I decided to give up the pretense.

Laura gave me a big smile. “Could we play that game too?