She noticed me staring, and smiled. Sex “It’s one that Brad told me about,” Anne replied, and my head snapped up to watch her as she continued. They were perfect little red buds, built to please men. And again, and again, until morning. “I’m going to a Christian camp,” Anne announced at breakfast one day, about two weeks later. If I was really the good guy I was tying to be, my initial thought would have been worrying how she was going to survive without access to her addiction, but honestly, my first worry was how I was going to survive without sex for a week. Maybe part of her “training” had been researching it online, maybe she was just naturally skilled at it (as she was so many things in life), maybe it was the brother-sister thing, but even though it was her first time, it was absolutely perfect. “I thought…I thought you were enjoying this.”
“Yes,” I said, and immediately regretted it when her eyes rolled back again, “but why? One time she followed me into the bathroom at church—no one suspected a thing when we returned with slightly ruffled clothing and hair.
