The hotel restaurant turns out to have really good capellini pomodoro, and even though you're both underage, the Transformation Hotel doesn't check IDs. The waiter smiles and winks at you as he pours the wine, and you wonder: does he know my "girlfriend" is my sister? Does anyone but me remember our old life? Or is he just wishing me well for getting lucky tonight?
You look at your sister through the candlelight and feel such love. At this time yesterday, you had no sister, and would never have dreamed of incest. Now, she's so beautiful, and she's your baby sister. And you refuse to share her with anyone.
The memories of your life come one by one. Her name is Becky Lynn. She was born when you were three years old. You never remember any time she wasn't there. But you do remember that day when you taught each other how to kiss. You remember giving her your virginity when you were fourteen. You remember the feel of her soft tan skin and flowing brown hair under her fingers. You remember the thrill of the risk.
As far as you're concerned, she's your wife.
But why can't she remember ever being anything other than your sister, as you can?
You set your fork down to think about that, and she reaches both her hands across the table to cup your hand in hers. "Something's troubling you, big brother," she says.
You shake your head. "It's probably just me. Don't let it trouble you." You reach your free hand over to stroke her cheek. "You know how much I hate it when you frown."
Becky Lynn takes a big drink off her wine, then holds it in her mouth. Her pretty fifteen-year-old mouth, that looks so much like yours. Then she leans across the table and kisses you. When your lips part, she pushes the wine into your mouth. You're surprised, and almost choke, but it's the most erotic thing your sexy sister has ever done for you.
"Please, lover," she says. "Don't worry that neither of us has transformed yet. We have all our vacation to do that."
You smile and nod. She really doesn't remember ever not being your sister. Maybe soon you'll forget, too.
"Listen," she says. "I've been thinking about this for a while, and I think vacation is the best time to say it. Promise not to act shocked?"
"Sure." You doubt Becky Lynn could ever say anything to shock you.
"I want to have a baby."
Okay, maybe she can.
She giggles. "Your face!" she says. "I wish I had a camera. I'd put it up on Facebook. That was just too priceless."
You wipe imaginary pasta sauce off your face to cover your embarrassment. "You've been on the pill for two years to avoid getting pregnant. Why would you want to change your mind now?"
"I've weighed it all," she says. "This isn't a rushed decision. I'm fertile, and my body is at the peak of its health, and we're as capable of loving a child as we'll ever be. I want a child to raise as my own, and most important, I love you, so I want it to be your child. Please say yes, Big Brother. Please."
"I'm not sure," you say. "We've worked to keep our affair a secret from Mom and Dad. Don't you think a baby will change that?"
"We're at the Transformation Hotel," she says. "We can transform our brains into people who know how to explain it to Mom and Dad. Or if not, we can transform ourselves into adults and, instead of going back to them at the end of vacation, we can go to our own home."
"You've really thought about this."
"I have."
"But I don't want to turn us into adults. I love being young, and I love you being even younger. I love your body, and I love your attitude, and I just love you, and I don't want that to change by turning us into adults. We'll figure something else out."
Becky Lynn smiles so big that she outshines the candles. "Does that mean you're saying yes?"