"What do you think?" Maryanne asked as we drove to work the next morning.
"About what?" I joked and then ducked as the back of her hand smacked my arm. "I think it's kind of weird, Sis." I answered honestly. "What do you think?"
"I've actually fantasized about it," my sister said cautiously, waiting for me to respond. "You've seen me with the dildos, Ronnie. Sometimes I imagine they're your c***s; yours and Mark's.
"Really?" I asked, continually shocked by her s****l revelations. "I'll do anything you want, Sis."
"I know you will, Geek," she smiled. "But I don't want you to do anything that would weird you out. "
"Too late," I countered, enjoying the banter with my sister as I considered my options.
"Will we ever get to f**k like we used to," I asked the question that had been linger
