My Stepsister

Last July, I visited my stepsister, Julia, in Seattle. She had moved there recently following a difficult divorce. Julia is two years older than me, and I hadn't seen her in over a year. We spent the first three days together constantly in each other's company. We shared so many stories and got in touch with one another more deeply than I had ever experience with anyone. As my stay came near its end, I became saddened at the thought of leaving her. She said she felt the same way, and suggested that our last night together should be very special. I'm shocked to confess how very special it was. We made love to each other.

— Rex, 42