Sam

It was Monday now. You were eagerly waiting for Carrie to ask you to meet her, but she needed rest. Instead, you were jerking off to the umpteenth time to Carrie's video. You got a text, quickly opening it up.

Sam: Hey big bro!

You: Hey sis! How's California?

Sam: Good! Traffic sux. Listen, I talked to Chad last night and he said Dad is going back into AA.

You: Heard that story ... many times.

Sam: I know, but Dad apparently had an amazing weekend with this awesome girl. Apparently, she's the same age as me LOL. Chad said he hasn't heard Dad so happy since Mom died. I can't wait to meet her.

You: Me either.

Sam: Listen, about mom. I hope you don't blame yourself for what happened to her. I don't blame you, and I hope dad doesn't blame you either. You can't help who you are. I miss how we played when mom was still around.

You stared at the screen for long minutes, tears welling up.

You: Thanks, sis.