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The more that Jess kisses me, the more I don't want to stop it. I need to be the voice of reason here, to be the one that doesn't make us have a relationship like this a regular thing.
I abruptly stand up, and my sister groans in disappointment. "I don't think this is a good idea, Jess. We've already done that more than we should. I know that our relationship as siblings has changed, but we do need rules." She looks at me with annoyance.
She doesn't want to follow any rules. She wants to partake in sex with me any time she wants. I can take some solace in the fact that I'm not the only one dealing with any of this.
There are other siblings out there who have figured out the hard way that Arn Zael isn't a good choice due to the real-world effects. "C'mon, Scott... We're alone in this big house, and no one will know what we are doing. You can do whatever you want to me..." I have to focus my mind and will after those tempting words. "So there is no need for any rules..." She slowly stands up and approaches me. I feel her hand touch my face and run down the side of my neck.
I enjoy the sensation, and my will is starting to crack. I iron myself and step back again. Now Jess looks angry. "We aren't going to be doing it whenever it's convenient, Jess. There should be a boundary that limits how much we try this... I suggest we only do it twice a week at the most." I step away as she tries to smack my shoulder in protest. "I'm sorry, but you and I have to have this. We've already done it that much this week, so wait until next week, and then we'll see if you still want to." She looks at me with hurt in her eyes.
I don't know why she'd be hurt. Maybe it's because she feels I'm not attracted to her? I'm just trying to be a responsible adult. If every adult did it whenever they felt like it, nobody would get anything done.
She backs away and flops onto the couch, and I can't help feeling a little bad. "I didn't know you weren't attracted to me... I'm sorry, Scott..." Her voice begins to crack, and my assumptions were right. I sit next to her, and I wrap my arm around her shoulder. I don't know how to feel about Jess. I do not understand why she doesn't have any problems with it.
I love my sister. I love her as my sister. It's confusing mixing the love you feel for a family member and the love you feel for a member of the opposite sex.
That's a dangerous road to travel down, and it usually leads to disaster. "I'm not saying I'm not attracted to you, Jess... It's a weird mix of feelings... Something society condemns, and parents dread is imprinted in our heads... Are you not bothered at the prospect of being incestuous?" I want to know how she really feels.
Having insight into what she's feeling can help navigate this thing we find ourselves in.
She doesn't respond immediately, but after a second, she looks at me. "I do have strange feelings about this... They're just as confusing to me... I guess I just love the way you make me feel emotionally and physically. It doesn't matter..." I don't know how to respond to that.
This is a situation a father never prepares a son for. I glide through my memories, trying to find an answer I saw in the briefest moment in my past. The only thing I find is how wrong it is and what problems it'll lead to. Talk about disappointing.
I hug Jess with one arm a little tighter and rub her shoulder up and down. "We are being responsible and mature adults by discussing this. What we are doing at this moment is wise. We can't solve issues if we don't communicate. So don't be sad this happened, be proud that we are capable of acting this way." She can't help the smile from crawling its way onto her face.
My words are true. Most people who get pregnant have a falling out, and huge problems arise. I know we are handling it better than most people our age would. Add the incest, and you have two sages here.