Taking advantage
“I still desire you,” Ginger sang along to the song. Something in the way my sister was looking me in the eye and then staring at my crotch as she sang troubled me. “What does that mean?” “Come on. Don’t pretend you deny feeling the same way about me. Ever since that night of your senior prom, when I had to put you to bed and we ended up rassling until you blew a load all over my tits, haven’t you wanted to redo it, but sober? Or sort of sober anyhow.” Ginger rose up across the table, looking...