I am in bed with my brother Dwight and my father. Dwight lays with his arm across my breasts. It is sensual, pleasant, and relaxed. Then he says, "No, I will want more. This is incest." He rolls over on his stomach and lies rigid, not touching me. My father, on the other side of Dwight, raises up and yawns. He says he's going to go have lunch now. My mother is in another room. She comes in frowning.