My parents…they died in a car crash and they took us in.” Buck looked almost embarrassed at his history.I admit it. I was instantly choked up, an... then I said, “Oh, Buck. I’m so sorry. I had no idea. That must have been a tough thing to happen and to live through.”“Uncle Ted and Aunt Maggie are really the only parents we know. They are good people…they took us in and treated us as if we were their own. They couldn’t have their own kids, and Aunt Maggie said it was the way the Lord made. It took several minutes to figure out, my hands shaking with the chill and from the transformation and associated drugs, but soon enough I was dressed. A mirror was hiding behind the pod and I dragged it near some of the candles to get a look at myself.The main body of the dress was white and it fell to the floor. Around it was a green jacket, or something, that hugged the garment tight to my figure. It laced up the front but barely rose up half of my chest which highlighted my cleavage. I had. Making my way to the bedroom and shutting the door, I flung myself on the bed. I replayed what just happened and that sick feeling returned. I can’t be jealous, I thought. He’s my brother. He doesn’t want me anyway… The more I thought about it, I realized, the hornier I became. I was confused as ever. Its not like we’re blood, I thought. I wonder what would happen if I try to seduce him… I sat up, stripped out of my shirt, and laid back down. I only had on my panties. Sliding one hand along my. What would a man think to date an artist like you? You’re always out either promoting, working a second job or at a studio painting. When do you have time? That’s what I think about with Gabe, how does he have time?’ ‘Sam, you’re thinking way too much about it. First of all, I would never date me. Second of all, I’d tell all the men around to never date me. I’m shit with relationships, but that’s because I’m me. Only me. Gabe does not even sound one bit close to anything like me. Don’t you.