>>A reimagining of Sleeping Sis by Frank McCoy
>>This is largely derivative of his original work.
The first time I came inside my sister was honestly just a big mistake.
I mean, I guess that sounds horrible on a few levels. I suppose it is. But look, in my defense, I was only thirteen, I only barely knew what sex was, and it was all a series of accidents and coincidences.
We lived in the midwest at the time. As I said, I was thirteen, my sister was almost exactly a year younger than me. Our birthdays are on opposite ends of October, and the first time things happened it was in January.
If you aren’t following along, let me spell it out for you- it gets fucking cold in January, which is nine months before… alright, fine, you get it.
Sarah slipped into my bed one night when the wind was howling outside. We would (that is to say my father would) find out the next day that a piece of the roof had actually been blown off, and that it was creating a draft in her room. All Sarah knew was that it was really cold, and she’d been banned from sneaking into our parents’ bed a few months earlier.
She had a habit of doing that. Especially during storms. But Mom had put her foot down and insisted that at twelve years old, Sarah needed to stop bothering them at night.
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