I don’t know what it is about that specific silence, but it never leaves any uncertainty. Maybe it’s a subtle tone in her voice when she does speak. Maybe she chooses her words more carefully to let me in on her thinking. Maybe I’m just picking up on pheromones. Whatever it is, my sister always gets real quiet whenever she’s horny.
We both laid on our backs on her bed in single-person dorm room. I was visiting last weekend when a large snow storm hit, trapping me in town longer than I had planned. She lived in a long un-updated building. Almost every wall and every floor in the building was cold cement or, even colder, tile. Warmth wasn’t present anywhere, other than overbearing heat right next to the ancient radiators in each room. The building was so drafty that any heat didn’t extend more about 6 inches from a radiator. Rather, it almost immediately got sucked out any nearby window.
We shared a bed “almost exclusively” due to the cold. She didn’t have any heavy blankets other than her comforter and there’s no way I would have actually been able to sleep on the floor, even with the large area rug that would keep me off the tile. I say “almost exclusively” because nothing between us was ever quite innocent.