MICHELLE: It started as an argument about who has the better body.
SEBASTIAN: Why would you argue about that?
MICHELLE: I didn't. That was them. They were a little drunk. We were all drunk. We'd had enough of the family gathering and we were hiding and being bad. Except we didn't plan on being that bad.
SEBASTIAN: Indeed. Can I ask, who has the better body?
MICHELLE: Oh, probably my sister. She's stunning. But my brother is pretty hot too. It's close. Call it a tie.
SEBASTIAN: How old are your siblings?
MICHELLE: My sister is twenty-five, my brother is twenty-eight. I'm thirty.
SEBASTIAN: Very good. So they were arguing...
MICHELLE: They were joking around. We were all laughing. My brother took off his shirt, so then my sister did too. They started posing. I was out of the running, I was in a chair in the corner. My brother took off his jeans. So did my sister. More posing, more joking. A noticeable large bulge in my brother's underwear. More laughter. My brother dropped his boxers. Then it got quiet.
SEBASTIAN: What was everybody's reaction?
MICHELLE: I... was not registering what I was seeing. It happened so fast. My brother had a big smile. My sister... I want to talk about the look on her face. That's what I remember the most. That's what I couldn't take my eyes off of the whole time.
SEBASTIAN: Was she upset?
MICHELLE: No, not at all. Her expression... She sat down on the bed—we were in my old bedroom, upstairs in my parents' house—she sat down, reached out, and flicked his dick with her finger. He was rock hard, so, boing. She looked like a cat playing with a new toy. She swiped it a couple more times, boing, boing. Then she held it. A nice steady grip. And she just looked at it.
SEBASTIAN: Was this their first sexual encounter with each other?
MICHELLE: Yes. I asked her later. She said she hadn't even thought of it before. And I'm trying to understand what she was thinking at the time. Because she looked so deep in thought. Neither of them moved for the longest time, then she looked up at our brother, and just sort of... shrugged.
SEBASTIAN: Shrugged?
MICHELLE: I'm still trying to figure it out. Like she was saying, yes, we can do it, but it didn't matter? Like she didn't care that they were going to do something so...
SEBASTIAN: She was giving permission without fully engaging. She was leaving space for either of them to back out.
MICHELLE: Maybe. I was just expecting something more, you know? She was going to do something insane, why did she act like it was no big deal?
SEBASTIAN: She must have been comfortable with the situation. She must have been fully present in the moment. Were you comfortable?
MICHELLE: I was afraid to say anything. Afraid to move. Like I was watching two animals in the wild. I didn't know what would happen next.
SEBASTIAN: What did happen?
MICHELLE: They started fucking. Just like that. Like I wasn't even there.
SEBASTIAN: What did you do?
MICHELLE: I watched. I watched my sister. I had a clear view of her face. Her expression... it's so hard to describe.
SEBASTIAN: Let's explore that. First of all, why were you so focused on her face?
MICHELLE: I wanted to know what she was thinking.
SEBASTIAN: Did you ask her afterward?
MICHELLE: Not really. I asked her if she's done this before, and she said no, and I could tell she wanted me to drop the subject, so I did. And we haven't talked about it since.