I hefted my trusty camera from its place amongst the junk on my dresser and powered it on while slipping into my shoes. An unusual message filled the ...isplay.Would you like to change your life?The message was impossible. There wasn’t anything on my camera able to generate a message like this. No apps, no internet…no way. But more than the impossibility of it, the question itself stuck out to me.Wouldn’t anyone, if they were in my shoes?Still, I selected “no.” Whatever strange force—and yes, I. That was then, and this was now. Ethan, Ethan—what a man, and what a world he was in. Beverly could hear his sexy voice just about howling, fogging up the windows. Man, he even tasted like heaven and she wondered then how good he’d feel inside of her. The very thought made her want to slide out of everything she had on. He was thinking the same thing. His hand slid up her skirt, feasting on the feel of her silk hip panties, relishing in the moisture her body emitted, knowing for damn sure what. ‘You might want to wear this,’ I said, taking my t shirt off and handing her it when her breasts were visible out of the water. My shirt was white and soaked, so it did very little to protect her dignity, but neither of us were particularly bothered about that. As I got out of the water, I turned to look at my little sister – the sister who, in just a few days, I’d gone from hating with a passion to desperately wanting to fuck. My wet t shirt clung to her body, outlining her breasts and making. “It’s just… it’s just weird, you know? We’re supposed to be partners and it feels like you’re becoming more emotionless every day. So maybe I try to talk about more emotional stuff, and you just clam up, more and more. And how can we trust each other with our lives if we can’t trust each other with our feelings? Fuck, Chase… you don’t… god dammit…” She wiped the tears from her eyes. “I know it’s silly, and you’re gonna call it hysterics from our situation or something, but I swear, you don’t.