With a wonderfully understanding and Loving expression, she smiled and then reached up with one arm to wrap it around my shoulder and give me a quick hug.

“Don't worry," she said quietly into my ear. "You'll get yours someday, little brother. Everything works out alright in the end."

It sounds trite and impossible, but I believed her. I always believed her. She was only a year older than me, but for most of our lives she felt more like a second mother. Most kids go through either a jealous or aggressive phase towards their younger siblings, often both.

Danielle was never anything but a wonderful big sister. We had a relationship built on sibling trust, and I easily fell into our old family patterns.

Despite the close proximity of a barely-clothed female, I felt my arousal dimming as she hugged me comfortably. My erection softened and

I wrapped her up in my arms.

“Thanks, Dani.”

“Mmm..." she just hummed, enjoying the loving feeling as she snuggled tighter into me.

“You haven't hugged me in MONTHS. I forgot how nice this feels."

The ‘months’ comment percolated in my brain. I stepped back and held her at arms Length. "Oh, hey! That's right, it's a Thursday! What are you guys doing here?" Danielle and Cherys were freshman at the in-state

University that was a good hour-and-a-half drive away.

She shrugged. "It's a mid-term break. Yeah, I know, it's a random coupla days in the fall. The school has a strange schedule. But we were a little homesick and mom promised to make Lasagna. So we came back for the long weekend and don't have class again ‘til Tuesday!"

Danielle gripped my forearms and sharpened her gaze on me.

“Now you have to help me tonight. Mom's been dropping hints that she's going to resurrect the whole poor-me-I'1l1-never-have-grandchildren conversation."

I smirked. It was an annoying, if understandable fear of our mother's.

She'd harped on it so much while we were growing up that Danielle was afraid to come out for a long time. I was the first person she'd told when she started dating Cherys, and I'm very proud of the trust she put in me. And now with Danielle out of the closet and me vocally waffling on whether or not I ever wanted to have kids, our mother was constantly badgering us about grandchildren. She accepted Danielle's lesbianism easily, but she wouldn't accept a Lack of grandkids.

“Done,” I answered confidently, happy to support my sister.

“But then you've got to remind Cherys that if she ever tires of you and needs a good, strong man-"

“Hey!" she interrupted.

I laughed.

“Just... try to keep it down tonight. Some people here might actually be trying to sleep."

Danielle laughed and agreed. But then sometime close to midnight, she and Cherys failed miserably at keeping quiet.

After ten minutes of listening to their moans, I realized I'd never get any sleep as Long as my cock kept twitching. So grabbing a tissue, I closed my eyes and listened to the ecstatic sounds floating through the wall. My mind was filled with visions of Cherys in all her nude splendid glory, contorted into erotic positions that would make a Greek sculptor blush in embarrassment. Once I'd gotten my rocks off, slumber came with relative ease.

Game Night. There's nothing else quite like it: the brisk air, crackling with energy; the hum of a thousand local fans rattling the bleachers; the Friday night lights illuminating our stage. And the pinnacle of all game nights is Rivalry Night. We were on our home field, with our cross-town rivals ready to bash our teeth in. Whatever

‘it' is, I could feel ‘it’ in the air.