God what is wrong with me? Between the sleeping together and everything else, I think my brain was becoming sex obsessed and the only target, apparently, was my own sibling.
I forced myself to stop fantasizing and laid down on my towel to sun. Marissa lay down next to me. Her brown hair flitted lightly in the wind.
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