Ellie was in love. She was head over heels, completely and hopelessly in love with her brother, and he loved her back. Could there be a more blissful feeling than that? She was doubtful. Suddenly, everything was clear to her. Months of conflicts and guilt and self-loathing evaporated into thin air as though they were never present. She was happy and carefree and out of conflict, intoxicated by her love for Oliver. She was hooked for life, and she had no plans of ever going through withdrawal.
They were a match made in heaven, she felt. She had had an amazing time with him last night and been having the best talks she'd had in years. And the s*x? "Is out of this world!" she cried out in her head. Oliver put to shame every guy Ellie had ever f****d. Even when he was pummeling her p***y like
