ConfessionsChapter 2 Kissing Kin
I guess I probably thought too much and too often about what I had done with my sister. I was truly distraught and sorry and consumed by guilt. She was only fourteen years old, still a child. How could I have done such a thing... or allowed her to do what she did? Despite, or maybe because of my thoughts I found that my dreams were of Irene. Not good dreams. She was my little sister and she always wanted to see and hold my penis. In my dreams, that is. And I'd wake up just as the little...