I heard the front door open and a moment later someone coming up the stairs. I looked at the clock on my nightstand. It was only a little past ten, so I wondered why my sister Michelle was home so early.
A moment late there was a knock at my door. "Yeah," I answered.
The door opened and Michelle stood there. I smiled.
"Hey."
"Hey," she replied. I thought she looked a little nervous.
"Good date?"
She shrugged and walked over and sat and the end of the bed.
"You're home kinda early. Mom's not even home yet."
"John, lemme ask you something."
"What?"
She hesitated. "Uh, have you ever, uh..."
I smiled. This wasn't like Melissa; when she had something to say, she said it.
"What?"
"Have you ever, uh, fingered a girl?"
I laughed. "What?"
"No, I'm serious. Have you?"
I was 22 years old and I'd had my share of girlfriends.
"Uh, yeah."
Melissa and I would joke about sex stuff, but this was the first time we'd really talked about it.
She looked down at her hands and then back at me. "I mean, not like there, I mean, like the butt?"
Her faced turned red and I could feel my mine do the same. "Why?"
She got up and started walking around the room.
"Tonight, me and Rick were fooling around a little, the stuff we usually do. He was, uh, playing with me, and I shifted and his finger kind of went in my butt."
She looked at me; I didn't know what to say.
"I kinda freaked out a little. Rick did too, he said it was an accident, that he didn't mean to do it. But it kinda ruined the night and he drove me home."
I though for a moment and then shrugged. "What's the big deal, he said it was an accident."
Melissa came and sat on the bed again.
"But that's the thing, I...I liked it. It was a surprise at first, but I liked it."
I frowned. "Still not seein' the big deal here."
"Isn't it gross? I mean, you shouldn't be putting stuff in there, right?"
I shrugged.
"So, have you done that to a girl?"
I nodded.
"You have? Who?"
"Just a girl I dated a year or so ago. She liked when I did that. She said she got off better that way."
"Really?"
"Yeah." I smiled thinking about Colleen. Man, she was a wild one. "Yeah, she was-" Suddenly I remember who I was talking to. "She was interesting."
"So, it's not that weird? I'm not a freak?"
I smiled. "Of course not. Butt stuff is pretty common. Don't you ever watch porn?"
Melissa made a face. "No."
"Well, maybe you should. Alright, I got an early class tomorrow and a paper due, so..."
Melissa get the hint and got up.
"Thanks, John."
As she walked to the door I couldn't help but look at the butt in question. She was wearing a somewhat tight pair of jeans, and although it was on the small side, it was nice. I averted my gaze just in time as he turned and smiled before closing the door behind her. I shook my head as I dug back into my book. Surprisingly, thinking about my sister doing sexual things didn't gross me out. In fact, it actually seemed to turn me on a little. I shook it off and continued reading.
The next night was Friday and I came home late after hanging out with some friends at a bar. Not to make too much noise, I went around the back of house. I was just about to put my key in the lock, when I looked inside and stopped dead.
In the living room, my sister -- I could just see her the back of her head on the couch -- was watching a porn video. It was actually my porn video. How had she found that, I wondered.
I didn't know what to do. I stood there for a minute but then shook my head. After the conversation we'd had the day before, this shouldn't be a big deal.
I made more noise than I needed to, and by the time I got inside, Melissa had turned off the movie. She seemed flushed and her clothes were disheveled.
"Uh, hey, John," she said smoothing her skirt.
"Hey," I sat down next to her. "Anything good on?"
She shrugged. Some kind of nature show about insects was on.
"I didn't know you were into bugs," I said.
"Uh, yeah."
I smiled, but didn't want to keep her on the hook too long.
"Listen, I saw what you were watching."
For a second she looked like she was going to deny it, but then she flushed.
"It's cool, don't worry about it," I said. "But please don't go though my room. You coulda asked. I haven't watched that one in a while."
Melissa was embarrassed and didn't say anything.
"Do you remember it?"
"What?"