Brother and Sister
The years passed. Another winter was slowly turning to spring as the sun shone warmly through Abbey’s bedroom window and gently roused her from her sleep. She spat out her Hair, which always ended up in her mouth at night; she felt a bit childish to be sucking her own Hair, but as long as no one else knew, then who cared? She sleepily let her right hand move slowly between her legs and let out a little sigh as she felt a tingle and a comfortable familiar moistness on her fingers. Suddenly the bedroom door burst open, and a loud voice filled the room.
“Wake up, Fish! Mom says get up right now! Your friend will be here soon.”
A pillow just missed Tom as he slammed the door shut.
“Get out of my room, you, you, perv! Mom says a girl should have some privacy, so that mean
