Keep Me Warm

It's cold out, zero degrees fahrenheit, unusually cold for February, and the old furnace finally gave out last night before bed. My brother, Robby, called the repairman but he can't come until morning. The wind is blowing hard, smashing the branch of the tree against my window, the sound and the cold is making it impossible to sleep. I was tossing and turning trying to get warm, this is the coldest I've ever been my entire life! I wish I was in bed with my brother. I'm not supposed to sleep in bed with my brother, my parents tell me I'm too old, but this has got to be an exception to the rule. I saw his penis oncea while ago, it was pretty big back then, I wonder if it's even bigger now that he's all grown up? I touch my foot next to his, to see if he's still annoyed with me. He doesn't move his feet away from mine, even though I know full well that my feet are as cold as ice blocks. Why is it that feet get so cold? Hands too? Is it because they're all the way down there, a long way away from the heart? Does my brother's penis get cold? It does hang away from his body, it only makes sense, to me, that a penis would get cold. I had better ask, and I can offer, like a generous girl, to hold it in my hand to keep it warm. Watch the story unfold..