I wasn’t fired. I sure as hell screwed up and the likelihood of promotion was flushed deep down one of those old really loud two-gallon toilets. Goi...g back to face the team at work was not going to be easy.“You want another?”I guess I was sipping more aggressively than I thought. “Please.”Joey poured again. A couple of cubes of ice. The Braves pre-game was on and they were waxing about a minor league pitcher who was all that, or might be all that. No one knew, but the panel of experts was. ‘You’re about to say you can’t see me anymore, for some stupid reason.’ I covered my face with my hands. ‘Actually, the problem is that I can tell you no such thing. If you walked out that door, and didn’t come back, I….’ I took a deep breath. ‘This whole day, I’ve thought of nothing but you. Your skin. That hair. Your eyes. Your laugh. It…’ I rubbed my arms. ‘I can’t deal with this, Nat, but….’I turned my back in her, unable to look at her anymore. ‘You can’t deal without me, either,’ she. It's not like I was physically cheating on you. Plus, it's not like you're my husband or even my boyfriend. You're my younger brother, and you'll always be the center of my life.” Wait, what? This is her brother? Wow, what did I stumble into? Brother/sister lovers, like I've read in stories? She pulled him closer; she was sitting and he was still standing, so his waist was near her head. “It's OK, let me make it up to you little brother.” And with that, she undid his pants and lowered them to. She was like a filing cabinet designed for pricks or a switchboard into which cocks could be plugged in whatever connection was required. Jonathon had fallen into the habit of fucking Brenda first thing every morning, and it was with that prospect ahead of him that he refrained from fucking Caroline most mornings, lugging his loaded prick, like a business-man's umbrella, to the office. This morning had been an exception.It had started out as usual.Waking up before Caroline, Jonathon had padded.