So as you can see, my life's pretty fucked. The only thing I had, was that motherfucking job.So, to keep from going completely crazy, and for steady i...ncome, I took a job working for a very rich woman, who I loved, but never acted on my feelings. I drove her around, and provided security for her and her husband. To make a long story short, she divorced her husband, and married some young punk. My boss; Justin. She died 8 years ago, but i continue to work for her new husband, and his. (Three weeks to go!)The Panting Duchess" had a fabulous sound system, with a low, grumbling bass that made my clit throb. The lighting on the floor with the dancers was sensational while in the seating area it was gratifyingly low.We moved to an opening at the bar and ordered vodka martinis from a fabulous looking bartender. I wondered why the hell these god-like Adonis' are always behind a bar? While I was pondering this, two stools opened up just as Adonis finished making our drinks. Bob. I walked up the stairs and met Char at the top. She smiled at me."Still feeling tired?" I asked her. She yawned, as if on cue, and nodded. We walked over to the scene of my earlier triumph with Zach, as the cocaine was starting to wear off now. I picked her up and lay her down on the bed, as I looked at her, in all her beauty. She really was perfect, her thin, 160cm tall frame sprawled out on the double king bed. She took off her red tartan overshirt, and her body lay there in plain perfection.. Years went by and we never did talk about it. I thought about it often, and two things began to bother me: we didn’t have actual sex, and that we pretended the whole thing didn’t happen. Especially after that final warm hug, how could we walk around and live our lives and not acknowledge it once, ever? You mean to tell me it was just a one night aberration? I know we’re brother and sister, I get it, to someone reading this they might be thinking, “Gross!”, but you had to be there to understand..