A call interrupts the siblings.

“March up those stairs and go take care of it right now! I don’t want you thinking I was trying to be a tease!”

“I don’t think that. I think we got caught up in a very hot moment, and I think that you orgasming on your own terms was a really big deal, so I couldn’t be happier. Honestly.”

“Don’t talk about me orgasming you creep!” Now that she was on top of him, she could flutter her legs childishly again. The classic Jessie maneuver.

“I’ve never experienced something as sexy as you in all my life, Jessie Marshall!” He exclaimed and squeezed her butt.

“...Leon?”

“Sorry, was I being too-“

“No, no. Though it is really dang embarrassing to hear you talk about me that way... but no, I just wanted to say thank you,” she said, and kissed his cheek tenderly.

“I shouldn’t be allowed to have any of this. I’m just shitty leftovers, and yet you make me feel like royalty.”

That was the second time she’d talked down about herself in that exact way.

“Stop!” He shouted angrily. Jessie jumped out of surprise. “Stop saying that you’re spoiled and that you’re ugly and leftovers and... just stop Jessie.” He wanted to be strong for her, but he was so damn upset about how hurt she was.

The look on her face was soft, but he could see a pain that wasn’t going to be washed away by some magical camera.

“I was raped. Repeatedly. All those wonderful things we did? None of it was my first time. All my firsts have been taken away. You don’t understand how badly I would have loved this to be my first orgasm. But they’ve been forced out of me again and again.” Still no tears. Just like when she talked about it before. It hurt worse to know that she couldn’t cry for herself more than it would’ve hurt to see her cry.

“I love what we did Leon. Truly. But I have this awful taint that cheapens everything.”

He didn’t know what to say. It was true that he felt robbed of experiencing things for the first time with her. It wasn’t her fault of course, but he did feel that way. But there was something...

“No. That’s not true. We’re not letting that be true,” he said.

She smiled sadly, and replied, “We don’t have a choice. It already happened.”

“We do have a choice. You have a choice. Did you like what we did? Were you scared, or hurting?”

“Not... once we got into it. It was just exhilarating and naughty and, well, fun.”

“Then here’s what I say. Whoever this fucker is, and all the things he took from you? He didn’t cheapen us today. We cheapened him.” Jessie listened to him but she wasn’t sure what he was getting at.

“Because they were hollow bullshit things he had to force out of you,” he stopped to correct himself, “I don’t mean your pain is hollow. Of course I don’t mean that. He’s the hollow one. He could never hope to receive even a fraction of the emotion we shared on this hammock. He’s tiny, insignificant, compared to us. Jessie, we’re untouchable. We’re giants.”

“I...”

“He stole things from your body, and I can’t even imagine the pain of what you’ve been through. But even so, we’re not letting that be true. He didn’t get a single one of your firsts. Not the real ones, the ones you wanted. I’m claiming your first orgasm as ours, and he can’t do shit about it.”

Jessie buried her face in his shoulder and sighed deeply.

It dawned on him that his big speech might have sounded incredibly belittling to her. Like he was trivializing what happened.

“Did you really have to make such a big speech about my first orgasm?” She groaned. “You’re such a pervert.”

Her first orgasm, he thought with satisfaction. They’d taken it back, after all.

“I’ve always been a pervert, but you bring out the best of it.”

“Woohoo. I bring out the pervert in you! Let me get out the party hats!” Then she peeked up at him and grinned. “Speaking of... your hands are still on my ass, Mr. Photographer. Hoping for round two?”

“Counting on it, I think,” he said, and patted her ass.

“My precious good boy is turning so bad,” she said in mock disappointment.

“If you knew all the things I wanted to do to you...”

She kissed him, and whispered, “I‘m starting to think you just might get to... someday.” A seductive wink trailed after her last word.

Then his phone rang.

It startled both of them, and he pulled it out of his pocket like it was a snake trying to bite them. He looked at the name on the screen.

“It’s Mom,” he said. Jessie had a complicated look on her face when he answered the call.

“Hey. No, I’m fine. I was just napping until this storm blew over. Yeah, the power is still on. Mhm. Oh, you’re almost home?” Jessie scurried off the hammock, nearly dumping him off of it in the process.

“I’ll unlock the door for you, don’t want you stuck standing in this rain. Uh-huh, no problem. Okay, see you in a sec. Bye.” He hung up and got off the hammock. Terrible timing.

“I’m going to my room. I don’t really want to... well, you know how it is,” she said awkwardly. I wish I knew why.

“Sure. Hey, before you disappear... you’re really okay with everything that went down? It felt like we were in a whole other world so I wouldn’t blame you if-“

Her kiss was quick but urgent. “You couldn’t take this away from me if you tried. If you have some free time before 10 tonight,” she brought his hand back to her ass one last time. The warmth of her made him ache, “then come hang out with me. I owe you some more pictures.”

Pictures... Cammy! He’d left Cammy upstairs for hours.

“I’m gonna try to change really fast. I look like a disheveled homeless man. I’ll text you later.”

“You better,” she said, and then her and her pert butt fled inside to avoid their mom.