”“How? I’m not asking you to commit to ANYTHING other than going to bed together and hopefully making each other feel really good in the process...”“Because, in the end, it means I have to decide, pretty much immediately, between you and Tasha.”“How so? One more time, I AM NOT ASKING YOU FOR A COMMITMENT OF ANY KIND!”“Even if I accept that as true,” I replied gently, “I made promises to Tasha which I would either have to break or keep. And keeping one of them is a subtle trap.”“How so?”“It’s. ‘It would mean a lot to me’ I said, and shockingly I meant it.She stared at me doubtfully ‘are you just saying that?’‘As long as you don’t expect me to change’ I said shaking my headMy answer threw her off ‘what do you mean, i don’t want you to change, your perfect.’There she went with the perfect thing. Honestly how could this girl see me as perfect? She knows everything I’ve done. Every sin I’ve committed. Was in the middle of helping me commit one and I was still perfect in her eyes. I. " I could hear him blushing. I swear. Siobhan told him who to pick up and where to go for the boxes. It was all very businesslike, except for the smile twitching at Siobhan's face. I held hold firmly to my interior yente. Either Siobhan and Gerald did, or they did not. I would do nothing more than put them in the same room occasionally.Or Ballroom. Siobhan would be wearing a tux to the wedding, but we could get her a formal for the dance. Like Sean, she had a pale complexion with hints of red.. That night I couldn't sleep. I tried wanking, but it didn't compare to the feel of my sister's touch. I had to feel her skin touch me. I needed to see her again.So here I was, standing in front of her door with an erection. I dropped my boxers right there and opened the door. It was dark, but I could see the outline of my sister sleeping. I approached quietly, not wanting to wake her. I was not in control of myself; I had somehow become addicted to her sexual touch. I gently got onto the bed.