Robert heaved and swung his legs off the bed. He had adored both Carmen and Orva improperly, and it had made him extremely upset when he understood he would never have both of them how he would have preferred them. He imagined his mom's astonishing bosoms washing side-to-side under her free shirt, and remembered the exotic handwashing, then envisioned her laying on her bed and sliding inside her body.

The memory of Carmen's legs locked around his, pulling him between her thighs, and the manner in which she investigated his eyes as her lips associated with his, made him shudder. His sister's enthusiastic kisses were an unimaginable power that would...