Genevieve by Eric Jerome Dickey

Author:Eric Jerome Dickey [Dickey, Eric Jerome]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Psychological Fiction, Married people, Contemporary, General, Romance, Triangles (Interpersonal Relations), Adultery, Sisters, Fiction, Domestic Fiction
ISBN: 9780451218490
Google: cCSHZf3hFFEC
Amazon: 0451218493
Publisher: Penguin
Published: 2006-04-01T19:47:27+00:00

I close my eyes, wish this away.

When I open my eyes, her gray eyes are still on me.

Her glance meets my eyes and she rides her own expression.

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Her face is unreadable, opaque.

She asks, “You and Sister still kiss?”

“Yes. Why?”

“Then there is hope.”

“Based on what?”

“The first thing to go is the kissing. You kiss less and less. Even when you have sex the kissing becomes less and less. Soon it’s just sex. You might suck a dick, he might eat you out, but there is no kissing. Even the sucking and eating becomes less. But the kissing is usually the first to go. Less and less until it’s gone. Sex with no kissing. You become each other’s whore.”

“I love kissing.”

She smiles. “The way you move your tongue, you love more than that.”

What is this tingling, this fire I feel when I look at her? It’s in my loins, but not only in my loins. It radiates, consumes me. A soft moan rises inside me. I clench my teeth and swallow my own madness. The fire stays. Spreads. Grows until it numbs me and awakens me all at once.

The power of a glance.

We stare.

Sinful thoughts rise like the sun on a Sunday morning.

I imagine her in ways that make my heart race, that embarrass me to no end.

She says, “You’re afraid.”

I don’t answer, just stare as if I’m watching a provocative display at the Erotic Museum in Hollywood. She looks away first, takes small steps, moves in the opposite direction, her back to me. I remember to breathe. Making myself look away was a battle in itself.

My insides fall apart, tell me that I’m back to speeding on that oil-slick road, hydroplaning toward a brick wall. My stare is intense enough for her to cry foul, to tell my wife she is offended.

My fear rises.

Gen evieve

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