Is samay merey dono hath uski choochi aur gand masalney mein vyast they aur honth uskey hontho ko choos rahe the. Mainey usko palang par lita diya aur...main uskey upaer chadh gaya aur uski kamar ke nichey hath leja kar sar ko uper uthaya aur uskey honth choosney laga.Main itna josh mein tha ki kayi bar usney kaha ki jara ahistey chooso mera dum ghuta hain. Kai bar to ek dusrey ke honth choostey-2 hamare dono ke moonh sey goooo……n. ……… goo ki awaj nikal jati. Ab mainey pichey sey uski bra ka hook. Then it hit me. Oh my God, I’m a fucking IDIOT! My little 13 year old sister, since the day she got into middle school, has been trying to get with me?! No. It cant be. Wait, it all makes sense. All those times she’s talked about wanting a guy like me. No. I could never do that. She’s my little sister and its wrong. I know it is. I went to the bathroom and splashed my face with cold water to try and calm myself down. I really couldn’t believe it. My sis wants to be with me? I mean, she was. "Boadie, just listen, I know it sounds all weird, but I am remembering all this stuff like I know it, like I'm not just a stupid beer-drinking idiot. I hear that thing from that other story too...it was junior high too, I know."Brent waved his hands about, speaking excitedly about the stories and the memories. Boadie's confusion increased with each animated phrase."Damn, that was it. I can hear it, it's a 'pocketa-pocketa-pocketa' sound like in that Walter Mitty story. Every time he knew. There were two pool tables there, and playing on the other one were two young women. One was a cute, slim blond, and the other a more curvaceous, golden skinned, black haired girl, a real beauty, who gave me a lovely little smile both with her mouth and her flashing brown eyes. I slammed in the black ball just after the beauty had defeated the blond. ‘I’ll take you on in a winner’s game,’ I suggested. ‘Ok, and the loser can buy the winner a drink,’ she replied, in what I assumed was a North.