Chapter 2
“That’s not s*x, Carla,” I say as she walks to the bathroom to wash up. “That’s masturbation.”
She looks over her shoulder at me and Enzo, my older brother, and shrugs. “It’s often more efficient.”
“But it’s usually more fun with someone else, isn’t it?”
She grins wickedly, slowly trailing her fingers down her body, before she crosses the threshold and closes the bathroom door.
“She’s a master at making herself come,” says Enzo.
Enzo and I are sons of two brothers our mother was married to. And if our suspicions are right, Angelo, our younger brother, might have a different father as well. But that is another story altogether and not mine to tell but my mother’s.
“Sì, she is, but I can get her there quicker and better.” And that brings me great satisfaction to know and, at
