It lay at the centre of my desk and was the size of a shoebox. The address was handwritten. I knew the familiar curls, the generous lettering. Maybe I...shouldn't open it, I thought, while my fingers were already opening it.The box was crammed with balled-up white tissues. On top lay the yellow piece of paper I had left on her chest while she was sleeping. It had obviously been crumpled before being smoothed out again; the ink of the writing seemed blotted by moisture. A few words had been added. I don’t know if it was because of the heat I was radiating or it was her, but the temperature in the sleeping bag rose another 20 degrees. I rubbed my sister’s sex lightly which caused her hips to shiver. When she reacted to my touch like that I was lost, I was going to fuck her even as she slept. I carefully moved my hand to her stomach, over the band of her pants then eased my fingers under the elastic. I pushed my hand into her panties then down and through her soft pubic hair until I. When Brad put the book on the coffee table, it was time for lunch. We fixed chili dogs and while we ate we discussed our families going all the way back to our Great-greats. Besides her twin brother his mother had five sisters. His father had three brothers. His grandparents had come from big families and he had more relatives than he could keep up with. My parents each had an older sister. And I told him about my various relatives of whom there were plenty, too.We had been sitting at the. Once he settled into his seat Felix cracked open his can and said"Cheers!" to Jackson. He opened his can as well as replied, "No doubt!"After clinking their cans together both men took a deep swing andstretched out to watch the game. Felix carefully slid his smartphone outof his right pocket and pressed an icon to open an app which allowed himto monitor his androids and issue commands. A progress bar showed thatJackson's system was already 5% converted. Felix was satisfied with theprogress; the.