A sister snuggles up in her brother 8217 s bed one night and wakes up to the strangest sensations
I lay in my bed, shivering slightly in the cold late autumn night. It had been a very warm day, but tonight was unseasonably cold. Probably only about 39 degrees outside, and not too much warmer inside. In theory I could turn the heat up, but my mom and twelve-year-old brother, Brady, were out of town with one of Brady’s swim meets, and the thermostat had a security code on it and I couldn’t turn it up, despite the cold. I was fifteen, I thought. I shouldn’t be having to...