His Sister

4.

It was weird knowing I got the two of them to react like that.

It was Sunday and I had to go in to work for my job at Acre's Mansion. I was a part-time elderly helper. All I did was give the medication to the old and sick, answer questions, and pick up the phone when it rang.

Right now, I'm watching Mrs. Lemoine knit her scarf together. She was quite old. Her hair was pure white and her wrinly dark skin contradicted her hazel eyes.

"Ashton, when are you going to tell your sister about Katie?" She asked me. s**t. I forgot about Katie.

"Mrs. Lemoine, I told you. Maddie doesn't need that in her life." I said.

"Ashton, you're 22 almost 23. It shouldn't be about what Maddie wants. Maddie does not have a hold over you. The fact that you let your little sister decide your choices for you is sad sonny boy."

"Thank you for your input Mrs. Lemoine."

"Ashton. I'm not shamin' you. You obviously had a rough time growing up."

I didn't let her get to me, in the way she wanted to. I just gave a polite smile and walked off.

Today had been long. Not only that but I completely forgot about Katie. My girlfriend since 9th grade. The girl I promised my life to.

What if she found out? Would she love me? Would she be happy. No, no, no. Of course not. Who in their right mind would be happy that their significant other is f*****g their sister.

Maybe this was my fault. But who wouldn't want to have Maddie's hot, small body riding them with no end. I definetly wouldn't want that to end.

Sooner or later, I might be catergorized as a pedo and might have to pay some damn fine. But who is to say anyone will find out? Who is to say my life will end with me in jail all because I had hit my sister?

I could say Maddie Made me? But I'm not that type of a jerk. I needed a release from this hell hole. Even if that meant f*****g my sister long and hard.