Detour #2
The week passed with frustrating slowness for both Tim and his sister Anna. After their detour on the previous Sunday evening as Tim drove Anna back to her student nurses’ residence, after Tim’s touches that brought Anna to the most shattering orgasm that she’d ever had, neither could wait for the following weekend when their parents had announced that they’d be away at friends’ cabin. Anna cracked with the wait before her brother did, phoning on Wednesday evening. “How about a short, you know, drive, Tim? Maybe up to the park,” alluding to their regular Sunday evening parking spot. “I know, sis, I know. I want it as badly as you do but I have to study for a quiz tomorrow. And I want to wait, believe it or not. I want it to be …