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Isn't it funny how you think you know someone you've lived with under the same

roof for 15 years of your life, only to find out you don't know them at all?

Jason, my older stepbrother, was as innocent and virginal as they came.

Or so I thought.

From the outside looking in, he was the perfect son.

Got good grades, honored his curfew, even volunteered to do my laundry.

But the perfect exterior masked a far deeper secret.

A secret that I accidentally stumbled across the summer after my freshman year

of college.

It was a shock to my system.

The idea that my brother might be getting off the idea of me.

It was strange and wrong in every sense of the word. But what bothered me most

was that I liked the idea that he was thinking of me.

I thought back to all the years he had done my laundry, all the times he had

acted so innocently about helping me out, just so he could satisfy his own

twisted fantasies.

Fantasies that suddenly became mine.

But every attempt I made to get him to act on those fantasies, he rejected me

every turn.

What you reading?

A book.

But no matter how convincing of a poker face he had, it was clear that he wanted

me.

And I wanted him.

And I didn't care whether it was wrong or not.

I had to do something about it.

What the hell are you doing in here?

Looking for my underwear, which seems to keep disappearing into your room. What

are you talking about?

Why are these in here, Jason?

I have no idea.

Maybe when I did the laundry.

Static electricity.

These are still dirty.

How many times have you come thinking about me while smelling a pair of my

underwear? What are you talking about?

Tell me.

It gets me off.

You realize what you're saying right now?

You're my sister.

I do not think about you while getting off.

Yes, you do.

Then tell me.

Ashley.

I saw you the other day.

Don't be embarrassed, but I saw what you did with my underwear.

And at first it totally freaked me out.

But I think I kind of liked it.

I went back to my room and masturbated thinking about it, and I know it's

totally wrong and completely fucked up, but I can't help the way I feel, and you

obviously can't either.

You are so fucking with me right now. This is not funny.

What are you doing?

Does it look like I'm fucking with you?

If mom and dad ever found out about this...

Then they'll never find out.

This is fucking crazy.

I won't tell mom and dad if you don't. Fuck no, we better not find out about

this.

I guess it finally paid off.

You little fucking dicks.

Oh, boy.

Oh,

my God. Oh, my God.

That was fucking good.

That

was so

fucking good. That was so fucking good.

That was so good.

I just want to be able to stay right here.

Yeah.

I'm going to need a month again.

I know.

Thank you.

Oh my

God. Oh

my God.

Yes, yes, you can sing.

Oh, boy.

Oh, my God.

Oh my god, it's not so good.

Sometimes we hold tightly to a secret because we fear it's truth.

But sometimes, that truth can open you up to a world of sexual possibility, no

matter how wrong it might be.