The scotch filled her with a warm glow. After an hour she forgot about Maggie and her thwarted sex life. Then suddenly she became aware of Bob's leg pressing her thigh and the warm glow spread to her cunt.

It seemed like a harmless gesture. Bob had never made a pass at her. How could he? He was her brother. And yet, why not? Who could say how many siblings engaged in incest.

"Mom's made you uptight," Bob said now. "You're a very good-looking woman, Sis. You really ought to get out more."

"I'm going to take your advice," she said. "I'm going to look for a place of my own. I'll look next week."

He stroked her hair and sipped his drink. "That's the girl. Maggie's a tough lady, but you can handle her if you try."

"Can I be perfectly honest with you?" she said.

Bob cocked an eyebrow. "How can you even ask?"

"Chuck bores me to tears sometimes."

Bob reached for his drink. "Does he want to marry you?"

"Yes. He asks me all the time."

"I think you need a whole new start with a new man. Get rid of Chuck and find yourself a guy you can really dig."

She shrugged. "I don't know how to do that. Mother keeps me so intimidated."

Bob took her hand. "Listen, Sis, you're a big girl. It's now or never."

He continued holding her hand. She felt warm all over. Sexually warm. "Oh, Bob, I feel better just talking to you."

"More scotch?"

"Sure, why not?"

He released her hand and they continued chatting. "Sometimes I get bored with Judy," he said.

For some reason that statement excited Pam. "You don't have to answer this if you don't want to," she said, "but do you ever… you know… oh, don't mind me."

"You mean do I ever cheat on Judy?"

She reddened and nodded. "I know it's none of my business."

He draped his arm around her shoulder and sipped his drink. "You're my sister. I'm glad I can talk to you about these things. Sure, I see other woman occasionally. A guy's got to have some diversion. I guess it's hard for you to understand because women are different, but guys need variety."