"Are you sure?" I asked my sister.

"I'm sure, you're my brother."

"What's that got to do with it?"

"Everything, again you're my brother."

"What if I told you I've thought about this for years."

"Years?"

"Yea, years. I think you're really hot."

"But again, you are my brother."

"So you're saying because I am your brother, there's not a chance in hell that this could happen?"

"I don't think so," my sister told me. "I've never thought of you that way."

"Never?" I asked her.

"Well maybe never is too strong of a word."

"Ahhhh," I thought to myself, maybe there is a chance this could happen.

We had...