Sexploration
As brother and sister go, Carol and I weren't very close for most of our young lives. She didn't want to have much to do with her younger brother, nor I with her. We didn't have any major squabbles; we merely ignored one another and led our separate lives while growing up in the same house. It was during my freshman year in high school, shortly after I turned 15, that the events that I'm about to describe took place. Carol, being a year and several months older, was a junior. Carol...