Sister Love is O.K.
A sister and brother love story rekindled after 20 years and wife gets involved.
When I was in eighth grade, I was taller than most, about 6 foot or so, and sported some hair on my chest and was already shaving my face. My sister, who was a junior in high school at the time, would always tease me by calling me a young Tom Selleck. Anyway, we lived on the water, and the weather was great nine months out of the year, so she would usually sun every day in the back yard. I would enjoy peeking out of the w...