"TK...that's...that would be wonderful. I mean...I wasn't even sure if you would listen to me, much less spend time with me. I'll take what I can get, and if you have anything you need to say to me, no matter how awful you think it is, I want you to say it."
Without thinking, I reached out and took her smaller hand in mine. It was sweaty and trembled a little, but she squeezed it and didn't let go.
I felt my resolve falter as I again thought about the way that hand had felt on my cheek, my c**k, and even my throat. My sincere and continuing desire for my sister was proving inconvenient for my stoic exterior.
I might have denied it, but I knew how this night would end. Or at least I thought I did.
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When we arrived home, Mom wasn't home yet. I hadn't expected her to be. I texted he
