I just had to get this submitted. We are over 18 in this story. My brother and I are a year apart. We grew up together in a typical household. Maybe what was not so typical was that my Dad was a diplomat, so we traveled a lot and lived in foreign cities.
His Sister likes to talk dirty to him and her brother likes to watch her undress. After terrible illnesses my parents died within a year of one another. Both had lung cancer from chain smoking for 50 years, consequently, neither my sister nor I smoked.
This story was requested by a reader. I thoroughly enjoyed writing it, and I thank him for allowing me to post it here on the site. I will leave it up to him whether to "come out" in the comments section, below. In any event, writing it for him was a great deal of fun.