DECEMBER 16

I woke and luxuriated in the warmth of my sister's skin against mine. I was spooning her from behind. My arm was around her waist, and hers was on top of mine, possessively holding it in place. Her hair had a faint strawberry smell, which I inhaled deeply.

My fingers lightly traced circles on her mound, an inch from her clit.

Daria's eyes fluttered open and she sighed. Her body turned to face me. "Good morning," she whispered and we kissed. She rubbed her pussy on my right thigh.

"I have to get up. I have a meeting with Warner at nine o'clock," I regretfully informed her.

"Noooo,"...