The next morning, my sister showed up in my bed.

She and Katie giggled as they climbed on top of the bedcover to wake the three of us up. They woke the girls up with kisses and then climbed on top of me, trapping me beneath the blanket with their bodies.

I told them they were lard-asses and needed to get off. They retaliated by peppering my face and neck with kisses. I had freed my arms before they piled on - but I was still feeling a little claustrophobic - completely unable to escape from under their combined weight.

My older sister's hands cupped my face, and she gave...