"Are you sure?" I asked my sister.
"I'm sure, you're my brother."
"What's that got to do with it?"
"Everything, again you're my brother."
"What if I told you I've thought about this for years."
"Years?"
"Yea, years. I think you're really hot."
"But again, you are my brother."
"So you're saying because I am your brother, there's not a chance in hell that this could happen?"
"I don't think so," my sister told me. "I've never thought of you that way."
"Never?" I asked her.
"Well maybe never is too strong of a word."
"Ahhhh," I thought to myself, maybe there is a chance this could happen.
We had been sitting around all day by her pool drinking. I think I was on my forth or fifth rum and coke. My sister Kay was on her third. I'd been mixing them pretty strong. We both had been sitt
