He reached between his legs and idly caressed the rapidly-swelling member. That night, and every night since Lucas had been unable to escape the image of his sister lying bare-breasted on a king bed as she was being forced to perform all sorts of s****l acts on a faceless male. It led to some fierce m**********g sessions as a result, accompanied by no small amount of guilt and shame.
He texted, "And if I was?"
"Were you?"
Trepidatious, he took a moment to ponder a reply. "I feel like it's a trick question."
"It's not. I ain't gonna judge."
"Suppose I was. Would you hate me?"
"I could never hate you, bro."
He bit on his lip as he considered an answer. Finally, he texted, "Then..."
There was a minute-long pause before she replied, "Is it weird that I'm not weirded out by it?"
"Proba
