“Well, you’re Nancy.” Kiss. “You’re my sister.” Kiss. “You’re my lover. Kiss. “You’re the love of my life.” Kiss. “And you’re your brother’s dirty butt slut.” Kiss.
“Oooh…butt slut. I like that,” Nancy purred. “Actually, I like them all. I want to be everything you need… everything you want. I want to ruin you for other women.”
“Why do you think I’d ever want another woman?” I asked seriously. “I was ruined for other women the day I first saw you masturbating. Who could ever compare to you?”
“Awww, you’re so sweet,” Nancy cooed. “I am so in love with you.”
“Because I’m sweet?”
“Yeah. That, and other things. How you fuck me, for one. How you fuck my ass, for a new one. How you suck my pussy. How you cum inside me… everywhere. How you love me. How you let me love you.”
And so we went, professions of love on top of compliments on top of kisses, until we heard Jenny in her crib.
“Jim, could you get her again? I’m not sure how to handle your backdoor deposit.”
I laughed. “Yeah, of course. It’s the least I could do,” I said, patting her ass as I rolled off the bed.
Nancy and I were in a state of bliss, two siblings deeply in love, living our lives in a protected cocoon of mutual secrecy. Inside, we both longed for what we knew could never be: a world in which we could live our love openly, without fear or judgment.
We had always been close, but now Nancy and I were more intimate than I’d ever been with another person. More than a sister or even a lover, Nancy was my best friend, my closest confidant, and my partner. So it was in love that I shared with her the plan I’d been hatching.
“I want you to go back to cosmetology school,” I told her one night over dinner.
“Yeah, right. I wish!” Nancy said.
“I’m completely serious.”
“And I completely don’t have the money,” she said.
“Good thing I do, then.”
“You’re going to pay for my school?” she asked skeptically.
“I’m at least going to front you the money,” I said carefully, “until, at the very least, you’ve earned back double what it cost. Then you could start paying me back, after you have some cash of your own. How does that sound?”
“Unbelievable. I’m sorry, but do you know much we’re talking about, Jim?”
I gave her a range of figures I’d gathered from several cosmetology schools in the city.
“Jim, are you for real right now? Please don’t suggest it if you can’t do it.”
“I wouldn’t do that to you, Nancy. I can spare the money, with what I’m making this year. I’d like you to look into these schools, and see what you can work out with them. You can start this next semester, if you get right on it. So, what do you say?”
There were tears in the corners of Nancy’s eyes. I saw love, gratitude, and hope fill them. “I say I fucking love you so much! Thank you, thank you, thank you!” My sister wrapped her arms around me, kissing me over and over as I held her close.
“Wait!” she said, pulling back. “Jenny. Daycare. I can’t just leave every day for school.”
“If you can get what you’ve already done to count toward your license, how long would you need to actually study?”
“In Washington, I needed another 800 hours of training. I’m not sure what the requirements in Arizona are, though.”
“How’s that translate in months?”
“Maybe four or five, I guess.”
“We’ll make it work. I promise.”
“I cannot believe this. You are so good to me, Jim.”