I was just his sister.And I was meant to be helping him. God, what a stupid slut I was being.Slut? I didn’t mean slut, did I?Before I could ponder m...y word choice any more, my brother shifted, and I noticed the bulge in his pants.“Never mind that,” I said quickly. “I thought since we had the house to ourselves tonight, we could try again?”“Oh, I dunno...” he said reluctantly. “I’m pretty tired.”“Please?” I asked, putting on my best puppy-dog face. “I really want to help you out, bro ... come on,. ”“Me?” I rolled my eyes back in total shock.She smiled at me and continued, “She works with me at the dance academy. After the incident I had with you I was very depressed. It didn’t escape Bina’s notice and she asked me what was wrong. I could not have told her that I had fucked my own son and I was struggling to come to term with that.”“So, what did you tell her?”“I simply told her the truth that I was very unhappy with my married and sex life.” She replied with a sly smile on her face. “My. The appetizers were a sliced baguette topped with various cheeses and pâtés. They were delicious. She figured he must have had them catered, so she asked him about the cheeses and pâtés. He explained them in detail, and said he had more in the refrigerator if she had a particular favorite. She declined and complimented his choices. Her heat level went up a notch.He took it slow. More of their seemingly unending ability to talk as old friends would. Then he stood, offering his hand to escort her. . I don't know. I haven't checked my email." I said. It was true. I didn't know anybody outside of work, and sent few emails. I received even fewer.Linda looked around "Where's your computer?" In the bedroom" I said."Where's that?" she asked. "Lets go see what he said."I was trying to remember what condition my bedroom was in. "Linda, he probably deleted my email right away. I told him the story was no good. He wouldn't answer something like that."Linda turned around and folded her arms under.