I stopped at that thought. My brother was making love to me, using his body to show me how much he missed me, how much he truly loved me. That thought brought tears to my eyes, and I pulled him down into my embrace, nuzzling my head into his neck as he continued to love me. Earlier, I had not wanted him to touch me; now, as I felt my body racing towards its climax, I found myself hoping that it would last forever. This was even better than the dream I had my last day in New York.

I gasped and my hips twitched as Mark sped up slightly,...