I was going to ask you if you needed another drink." The waitress could see me sprawled out with my pants down to my knees, my panties down and my ga...ter belt and stockings clearly visible. Oh, and my cock was still at attention. Meanwhile, Meghan's dress was pulled up above her waist, her panties were pulled down."Oh Meghan. It's you! But where's Donna?" asked the waitress."Oh, hi Susie. She had to go to the ladies room," she replied."Looks like you found something to keep you occupied. Opened her mouth to say something. I interrupted by ok no problem if you don’t trust your brother, and don’t love him. I started getting up by dislodging her.She made a face and urged me not get angry, don’t leave my bhayya, I am here to do anything to please my loving bro. You being elder to me you have to decide what is right or wrong. I trust you, you are the one whom I love by depth of my heart.These words put me in dilemma, when she thinks me as only dearest brother and nothing else.. . Bobby’s hand. I don’t know why I knew it was Bobby’s hand, but I just felt it.I went to his room, where he had elected to sleep on a mattress on the floor. He said it reminded him of his cell back at St. [redacted].He was asleep. I felt his hand move up my side. It was crazy.“Bobby!” I said, loudly.The hand vanished as he lifted his head.“Huh?” he asked, obviously groggy. “What’s wrong?”“I think you were dreaming,” I said.“What?” He sat up. It was warm and he hadn’t been covered by the sheet.. .. I'm so torn. I don't know, yet."I squeezed her hand back. "I understand." Good luck, Holy Saint!" a boy shouted.The cry began to spread. I glanced around, my shoulders hunching. I hated the worship people gave me. None of them knew the truth about me or why I killed my parents. They all thought I was this semi-divine being, a righteous angel that had gladly destroyed the Tyrants.My hand was dirty, stained with my family's blood. The look of disbelief on Father's face was seared into my mind..