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After dinner, | knew going to bed early was a bad idea. Betsy wasn't coming. Despite three days of disturbed
sleep, | could tell | was in for another evening of staring at the ceiling. So, after my evening shower, | went back
down to the living room and turned on the NBA Finals. | had to hope this series went seven, or else | was going to
be in real trouble in a few days.
| got on the couch, wearing my pj bottoms and an old t-shirt. For sreason | can't explain, | grabbed the
fleece blanket from behind the couch and put it on my lap. It's not like | was cold.
| was starting to get into the gwhen | saw Betsy bound down the stairs. She was in another heavy outfit --
this ta big, brown fluffy sweater and sweatpants. She glanced my way and | got myself ready, knowing that
things were about to get super awkward.
Instead, my sister hurried over to the couch and slipped in next to me. "You're all set up for me," she said, a
tinge of awe in her voice. She pulled the blanket over herself and wrapped her arms around my shoulders.
Our mom cout of the kitchen holding a stack of small, round cookies. She saw us sitting on the couch and
stopped. "How cute," she said, "Sibling snuggle time."
"Brandon is so warm, Mom," Betsy said.
"Is he now?" Mom asked. She gavea little knowing smile.
"It really is the best," Betsy said.
| stared at the game, pretending like the two of them weren't talking about me. Something about all of this made
"Well don't stay up too late, OK?" Mom said, walking up the stairs to her bedroom.
"We're both adults, Mom," Betsy said, "I think we can figure it out."
Mom shook her head at both of us, but she kept going. Once she was out of earshot, Betsy pokedin the ribs.
"See, | told you she doesn't care," Betsy said.
"Seeing us on the couch in front of the TV and finding us in bed at 2am are two very different things, Bets."
Betsy made a little moue, but she didn't have an answer for that. Instead, she stared at the TV in silence.
However she felt about the night before, she didn't show it. She stayed hooked on to me. Her level of comfort
with the whole thing madestrangely uncomfortable.
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"They're called away jerseys," | said.
"Whatever," Betsy said. She rested her head against my chest. Her brown hair was back in its usual braid.
| tried to leave things as they were. Clearly my sister was fine with everything, but | found | couldn't be. Finally, |
gave up and said it.
"Betsy, about last night. I'm sorry."
"About what?" Betsy asked, turning to look at me. Her cute face was crinkled with concern, only making her look
more adorable.
"The, um, the kiss," | said, "It was a mistake. It shouldn't have happened. I'm really sorry. All the twe've been
spending together lately, I'm enjoying it. If | did something to mess that up, | don't think I could forgive myself."
"Personally, | liked it," Betsy said.
"You liked it," I said, "The kiss."
"Yes," Betsy said, brightly. "Didn't you?"
| paused. Well, | knew what | was supposed to say. That she was my sister and so it was icky and gross. Except
that would be a colossal lie.
"It was nice," | said, underselling it by a mile. But | couldn't cout with the complete truth: that a quick peck
with my sister had been the best kiss I'd ever had in my life. The fact that it was honest didn't make it any easier
to admit. In fact, it was quite the opposite.
"You want to do it again?" Betsy asked.
She turned her head up to me. Put her hand on my cheek and leaned in. Betsy didn't wait forto answer, she
just pressed her lips to mine.
Betsy didn't givea little peck on the lips. It wasn't a quick touch. She straight up kissed me, hard. | felt her
teeth press through our lips. She teased her tongue against my mouth.
Instinctually, | opened so she could slip her tongue inside. The room filled with wet, smacking sounds. Little
mmms and aahhs. Betsy kept her hand on my face, lovingly caressing my cheek while we made out. | squeezed
her close against me, like trying to pull her body into my own.
"So warm," Betsy said, as we kissed on the couch. Not like siblings at all. Like lovers. "But then, you makego
away and you keep the warmth with you."
"We can snuggle in bed," | said, "For a little bit."
"And kiss smore?" Betsy asked.
"Yes," | said.
| turned off the TV and we both hurried back to my bedroom. | climbed under the covers and Betsy followed me.
As soon as we laid down, her lips reached for mine like she'd been holding her breath the whole time. Betsy
grabbed my shirt and pulled it over my head. Again, | usually slept that way. I'd always been topless when my
sister was withbefore. But something about her strippingseemed so sexual in the moment.
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"This is so wrong," | said, unable to stop myself.
Betsy drew back, a look of confusion etched on her adorable face. "Why?"
"We're siblings," | said, as if | was making sshocking pronouncement. "We're not supposed to do this stuff."
"Oh," Betsy said. She paused to think about it for a moment. "I guess, for me, it's not like that. So, it doesn't
bother me."
Now | was the one looking befuddled back at my sister.
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"You're warm now?" | asked, after a few minutes of sliding our lips and tongues together.
"Definitely," Betsy said, "This is all | want. I'm tired of being cold all the time."
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