And there it was: the very beginning of her scar, a ridge perhaps three eights of an inch wide, beginning just below her collar bone. But this was terra incognita; I had never mixed the two. xxx18 I nuzzled her mound as she shook again, and my tongue replaced my finger, my lips as my exploratory tool. And I’ve known my sister all my life. We sat like that for a few long minutes, my cheek on her hair, her face buried against my neck, her eyes tearing and wetting my neck. I think she saw that in me that evening even before I knew it was there. I could feel my heart thumping inside my chest, or was it my sister’s heart thumping against me as she parted her lips to allow my entry,




















