I gave three months’ notice on my apartment and moved into Jenna’s house. Our house, now.
My sister and I are looking forward to being together for at least a year or two. Or longer. Who knows? We are happy together and cherish each other just as regular lovers do. Too much probably, I suppose. I fear the day when one of us wants to leave to get married. With luck, that won’t happen soon and we’ll remain together. And, what if I got Jenna with child? She hadn’t been able to get pregnant with her husband but who’s to say she couldn’t become a mom with me?
Our little house is fine for now, thank you, but we might just need more space, some fine day.