Coda Josh Grant

George and I went running. He was wearing a pair of footy shorts. "How am I supposed to concentrate with you wearing them?" He did a twirl, well, a spin, smiling. “Do you like them?” Sexy, thick, hairy thighs, a round arse and the nicest bulge, it didn't hurt that the shorts were a little small on him. “Did you have them painted on?” He looked down at his bulge because that's where I was looking. We both looked up, he smiled. “Makes it look more than a handful, don’t you think?” He grabbed it in his hand and squeezed. "When are you going to let me play with that?" He laughed and started running. "You can, if you can catch me." George told me that Sophie was happy that I knew and even happier because I didn't judge them. She said it was a relief and while she didn't kid herself that everyone would react like I did, she was pleased that their first reaction was positive. We ran down to the Yarra and then all the way along to Punt Road bridge....

Nick took himself home, he had some date with a dady he’d made somewhere along the way. George called and said he was coming over. He arrived with Sophie. We smoked the rest of the meth he gave me. We lay on the floor and listened to music, in a kind of three pointed star pattern, joined at our head. Sophie kissed her brother, he returned the kiss, passionately. She looked at him like a lover. He looked back at her like a lover, I didn't know if it was intentional, or not. Gorge stood up and smoked a joint, passing it to me and to Sophie. She admired the curve of her brother's pants for the longest time, I could see clear as day. This was the first time I’d ever seen it close up. Sophie saw me watching her, gazing at her brother. “George's got really soft lips,” she slurred. She got up and left the room. "Is it because you are fucked up?" I asked. He shrugged. "It helps, but it’s not necessary." "But that's kind of... unnatural...