1971 was two years before Roe v. Wade. In America, even in California, abortion was often a back-alley coat-hanger business and birth control was routinely denied those doctors didn't think deserved it. The actual lives they'd had the first go-around had been rocky but Rot could easily imagine things being much worse. Being a geek might not be perfect but it beat getting **** and murdered in jail, for one thing.
Still, he wasn't going to send his sister away. Instead, he intended to be careful. Very careful.
He pulled her closer. "Just relax, Lauren. Let me take care of you."
She stiffened momentarily, then relaxed as he caressed her ass. "That feels nice."
"I know it didn't seem like it, but we're in this together, babe. We can survive it together or we can crash and burn. I think I'd rather work together and survive."
"Fancy talk for a dude who wants to get into his sister's pants."
"Strangely, I'm not feeling any pants." He brushed his fingers against her pussy lips. "Just one hot woman."
"You know this is sick, right?"
"What is sick is screwing up our lives. Me so afraid of rejection that I don't even talk to women. You so afraid of being left behind that you'll screw any guy who pretends to be nice to you, chase after **** to try to make yourself happy, and ultimately kill yourself because those strategies fail you."
"What the hell are you talking about?"
Yeah, he had gone a little overboard. Guys weren't supposed to be able to forecast the future. "I'm looking at where we're going, Lauren. And I don't like it."
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