Tavis began lifting his hips and jagged sounds rasped from his lips. He opened his eyes and looked at me at the same moment I knew his pleasure had reached its peak. Stroking furiously, he cried out as thick white cream spit from the opening in his penis. He slowed his hand and relaxed into the wall with a deep breath.

“Does that happen every time?”

“When I was really young, I felt a rush, but nothing came out. But now, yes, I come every time.”

I was amazed. I leaned forward on my knees and touched the fluid on his belly. It was thick and clung to my finger, which I raised to smell, but stopped short of putting to my tongue.

Tavis’s penis was already shrinking, and his breathing was returning to normal. The insistent ache between my legs refused to subside.

That night, as I touched myself, I thought of Tavis coming for me.

I knew that his lengthened penis was made to push into a woman’s body. As I plunged my fingers into my opening, I imagined that they were the strong flesh between his legs.

Over Christmas holiday, Tavis and I went home to be with our parents.

The life had returned to our house. Mother squealed in delight when Father would tickle her and chase her through the kitchen. There was no one to tell Tavis and me that we couldn’t squeeze together in our favorite overstuffed chair.

And there was no one sleeping in the hall between us; the devil-dog had been given away.

Each night, when the house became dark and quiet, Tavis crept down the long hall to my room. He lifted the heavy quilts and slid his body next to mine. I curled my back into his chest, and we slept as we had when we were children.

During the third night, I felt him grow hard and insistent against my backside. I pressed my bottom into his firmness and heard his sharp breath. His arm that had lain easily over my waist held me tight as he rubbed over the swell of my behind. His breathing became like it had been when I had watched him touch himself…like my breath did when I touched myself.

I could feel my heart beating between my legs and a fullness low in my belly. Tavis clutched my hip as he jerked, and his wetness soaked into my nightgown.

He pulled my soiled clothes over my head and wiped himself and me. I rolled onto my back and looked through the darkness.

“Tavi, I need something.”

He took my hand and guided it between my legs, pressing it against me with his own. “Show me,” he said.