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 sexual acts on a faceless male. It led to some fierce masturbating 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...