We were already close, and Dad looked up at us as we burst into the living room. He grinned and shook his head. I caught my sister from behind and started tickling her ribs, and she twisted in my grasp. We wound up falling onto the couch next to my father. My breath escaped in a big whoosh when Annette landed on top of my lap and her back pressed into my chest and stomach.
"Daddy!" she gasped, in a playful, girly voice. "Brian's picking on me, make him stop!"
"Hey, she stole both my Superman shirts!" I protested lamely, as soon as I recovered my breath.
"Really, Brian?" Dad chuckled with a raised eyebrow.
I realized how juvenile I had sounded. We all knew what a fan my sister was of Superman; it wasn't like I should be surprised she had stolen both shirts. My fingertips continued to wo
