Semua Bab A Love That Shouldn't Be: Bab 1221 - Bab 1230

The next morning, Ethan walked into my bedroom and said, "Get dressed."I wrapped my robe tighter around me. "Why?""We have to go. Just get dressed. You'll find out.""Like I should trust you?" I said."You know I wouldn't hurt you. I wouldn't do anything to you that you didn't like," he said, and I knew that to be true. There was nothing he was doing that I didn't like. It was just a matter of admitting that to myself.I knew there was no arguing with him. "Get out of here so I can dress."We drove across town and pulled up in front of a tattoo shop."Forget it. I'm not getting a tattoo. No fucking way," I declared adamantly, firmly planted in the seat, my resistance evident.Ethan turned to me, a determined glint in his eyes. "Get out. You're not getting a tattoo."I watched him stride toward the shop. Part of me was relieved, secretly grateful to escape the pain and permanence of body art. Yet, against my better judgment, I found myself following him inside. We weaved through the

My poster-covered bedroom door opens and Sadie smiles at me. She's holding a plate of baked chicken and roasted vegetables. She's wearing blue sweatpants and a thin white tank top. She's always dressed comfortably around the house. Her nipples slightly poke through the fabric. My sister crouches and picks up a glass of water on the floor by her feet. She needed a free hand to open the door. I assume."How's your blood pressure?" Sadie asks handing me the plate and setting the glass on my nightstand"It's good," I answer and dig into my meal.Sadie tried to get me to use hospital trays to eat in bed but I wasn't having it. I'm getting better every day and holding a plate up used to be exhausting. My normal appetite and sexual appetite are way lower than usual. I used to jerk off at least once a day and eat enough for two people. Now I am lucky to get hard once a week; if that. I pick at meals for a couple of hours until the plate is empty. I could eat less but I don't want a meal to be

All this time alone has made the feelings for my sister fully settle in. It's getting hard to function at home because Sadie is around. I know this is beyond sexual because I don't get excited often. These feelings are real. This might be the purest crush I've ever had. It's not increasing because she caters to my every whim. I just haven't spent consistent time with her as a full adult. I've been around and had my fun with women. I know what I like and I know what I don't like. I know how relationships work. This is beyond a silly childhood crush. I'm a grown tax-paying man that has feelings for his big sister.FRANK: hey u up?SADIE: yeah why would I be asleep at 2 in the damn morning?FRANK: only losers sleep at this timeSADIE: lolFRANK: can u bring me a glass of water?SADIE: kkBeams of light shine through the edges of my door. Sadie's room is across from mine so the light from hers shines through. It was comforting to me when mom got really bad. When I saw the lights at night

Sadie gives me a weak but appreciative smile. I know she's excited about the opportunity but she tends to doubt herself. Frank has the most work ethic but Sadie is by far my brightest child. She's always gotten all honors in advanced classes. I think work ethic is far more valuable than grades but Sadie will make it. I had terrible grades growing up but I made something of myself anyway. She's tight with Frank so I'm hoping some of that drive rubs off on her. None of my kids are lazy and that's the important thing.Before I can get to the top of the stairs I feel a tap on my shoulder. I turn around and see flour-covered Florence standing a couple of stairs beneath me. Her lips form into a small frown and her eyes are filled with worry. She waits until we're alone to talk about something serious."Mom called today," my daughter says quietly and leans closer. "She sounds better I guess.""What'd she say?" I inquire."It was long-winded and rambly but it didn't sound so unusual. She aske

"We'll talk about your future later, good night."I give Florence one more big hug and we kiss each other on the cheek. Before I even make it up the stairs I feel my phone vibrate. She must have already sent the link. She is really excited about me seeing these. I get in my room, brush my teeth, and climb into bed. Just like clockwork, I hear Frank's car door slam out front. My son is tall and muscular and more than capable of defending himself. The father in me still sighs in relief when I hear him get home safely. I still haven't looked at the pictures and I don't think I'm going to. My phone is plugged in on the nightstand next to my side of the bed. I still only sleep on the left side when Lilly isn't here.I keep trying to sleep but my mind is too active. I'm fending off incestuous thoughts of my daughter. I slipped up and slept with my sister but we were young and dumb. This is the daughter I raised and took care of. Florence puts all her trust and faith into me and I cannot thr