"Doing coke? Oh yeah, Mark, I have," I nodded. "I kind of had a lot to try to forget today." I laughed. "Why? You going to fuck me in the ass again because I'm fucked up? I mean, that's what you did last night, isn't it?"

"Sis, please, not here."

"I said take your fucking shirt off!" I yelled in his face.

Mark flinched, then, reaching up, started to unbutton his shirt. I watched until he had undone three buttons before reaching out and grabbing the sides of his shirt, I tore it open.

"No, we take clothes off like this, remember?" I asked.

Mark didn't answer, instead he reached...