A series of co-incidences Part 3
Swinging my feet over the edge of the bed I sit watching my sister Jenny. She is at the writing desk with my laptop in front of her. With her wavy blond hair framing her face, the trace of a smile on her lips she looks perfect. To me she looks even younger than her 20 years. The T-shirt she has stolen from my sparse supply of clean clothes hides her petite body from my view. I look around our motel room, our clothes are lying here and there, where we have stepped out of them. Events of the past 24 hours flood back into my mind. My drop-dead gorgeous sister and I have made love twice. Far from having regrets she has decided that we should spend the next two weeks posing as newly …