Chapter 2

The years passed and very little changed in our arrangements. We still slept in the same bed after mom and dad went to sleep. We still washed each other’s backs, only we had graduated to taking showers instead of a tub bath. And we shared nearly every waking thought. The one thing really different was we had somehow developed a non-verbal way of communicating many common messages. We were not using any sort of “supernatural power”; we just learned to read each other’s expressions and body language.

One Friday night when we were sixteen, something happened that surely served to change the course of our lives. I was in bed sleeping, yet subconsciously waiting for Jasmine to crawl into bed with me as usual. But this time, she pounced on the bed and shook me awake. My eyes opened in a flash to see my sister’s eyes opened wide, piercing into mine with an unusually heightened sense of urgency.

Without a sound, she was urging me, “James! Get up and come with me! But be quiet!”

My reply expression asked, “What’s wrong?”

Jasmine just tugged on my t-shirt to hurry me out of bed, her face holding the same urgent message.

I got up, and she took my hand to lead me to the source of her alarm. Exiting my room, I was surprised when she led me to the left, away from her room. Silent as a cat walking on cotton balls, Jazzy led us toward our parent’s room. A few feet from the door, she got down on hands and knees and slowly sneaked to the open door. I did the same without the need for instruction. Sitting at the threshold of their room, she peered in and pulled me next to her so I could see what she saw. Jasmine focused her gaze on me to gauge my reaction.

Mom was going down on Dad like a seasoned porn star. The idea seemed initially gross but then became really funny. I looked over at Jazzy, and she had her hand over her mouth to stifle a giggle. I shook my head quickly to say, “Don’t you dare laugh,” before turning to go back to my room. Jasmine was right on my heels, and we barely got my door closed before erupting in muffled laughter.

At least ten minutes passed before we were able to compose ourselves, and I was ready to go back for a second peek. Jazzy read my thoughts and was right behind me as I sneaked back to our parents’ room. Reaching the door, I fully expected to see more of the same as before. However, I was anew with surprise.

Now, it was Dad who was kissing Mom right between her legs, and her enjoyment was obvious. Jasmine’s jaw dropped open, and we looked at each other briefly before turning our gazes back to the adult show in front of us. Mere seconds passed, and Mom whispered to him, “Ok, now.” He stopped kissing her “she-she,” as we had been taught to call it, and climbed over the top of her. Our collective gasp was nearly audible as we watched his penis disappear inside the very place he was just kissing.