A briefer pause. “Yeah. This isn’t just imagination. What we just saw has cleared up something for me. If I don’t find ‘the guy’ pretty soon that’s exactly how I want my first try at making babies to happen. Just exactly like that, with you bro, with little old you,” she said with a twinkle in her eyes and a smile from ear to ear.
I had to gulp a time or two before I could continue.
“Any time you say sis. I promise. Any time.”
“Cool. Now all we have to do is pick a time.”
“We do?,” I asked brilliantly.
“Yes we do. A girl’s biological clock only runs for so long after all. Let me think.”
After just a moment she continued. “I’ve got it. We get our degrees and start the business in three years. We’ll be 21. That’s about when mom and dad started having a family so there it is. You just promised you would. What do you say to the evening of our 21st birthday as the time for that promise to come due?”
Oh my, my very own sister, she was dead serious. But as the reality sunk in it just didn’t matter anymore that she was my sister. For some reason this was just something we had to do. I stuck out my right hand.
“Let’s shake on it then and call it a done deal.”
Her hand came up and shook mine firmly with no hesitation at all.
“Well I’m so glad that’s settled then. Now let’s go get breakfast on”, she said and headed for the kitchen. A very practical, well focused gal my sis.
She just bounced off to the kitchen, braids swinging and her big broad backside too. I’d never really noticed the seductive way it swayed counterpoint to those long fat braids. Timeless, classic, young farm girl, that’s my sis.
That lovely backside suddenly made it more difficult to walk upright again. Oh well, small price to pay for what it promised in the future. Besides I was really enjoying following her back to the house.
We took off for college the next day. College was good for both of us. Home sickness and separation weren’t a problem at all. Texting kept us in touch with one another and the folks back home. One or the other or sometimes both of us got back to visit mom and dad every other month or so for a weekend or most of the school holidays.
It was at our next birthday the tradition started. After we blew out the candles together for our wish, as we had since we were children, we stood and shook hands. We knew what our wish was!
When we shook hands on our twentieth birthday sis gave me not only a firm handshake but the most loving grin I had ever seen. As far as she was concerned we were still on for it next year. So was I for that matter but it was sure good to know what her feelings were.
Finally! Our twenty first birthday arrived.
Sis had fully grown into stout, healthy womanhood and I’d put on a fair amount more muscle myself. We’d graduated, had our degrees and were raring to go. Everything we’d planned was to start with our long awaited visit to the corral.
As we gathered eggs that morning I just couldn’t stop ogling sis’s broad backside when she bent to get to the eggs in the lowest nests. I’d never seen it outside blue jeans but my imagination was going crazy.