Ask Abbie what’s going on with her

You look into Abbie’s tear-filled eyes, holding her shoulders firmly. “You’ve been acting weird all day. There must be something wrong.”

Your sister wipes her eyes, then shakes her head. “I was just really horny all day today. I let it get to me and teased you extra-hard. Just now I was half-asleep, so drunk and stoned I forgot it was you, beanpole. Sorry the most action you ever got was with your depraved sister, dude.” She tries to make a joke, but it comes out sounding bitter.

You frown as you watch her face. “Are you sure that’s all it is?” you ask.

Abbie shrugs out of your grip. “Let it go. I just want to get out of here and get home.” She starts to walk down the alley heading towards her car.

You jog after her, grab her arm from behind and spin her back to face you. “You just said you were too drunk to recognize me. You shouldn’t be driving. You know that.” You start to get angry with her. “Tell me what your problem is.”

“You’re my problem.” She spits back. Then she shakes her head. “No. I’m the problem, but it’s about you. I can’t get you out of my mind. It started with a dream last night, and all day today, every time I see you, or touch you, I tingle. Even when you’re not around, all I can think about is you. I’m fucked up, Dave.”

Abbie unlocks her car and sits down in the passenger seat. “You’re probably disgusted by me right now… by what I was doing… by what I’m saying now. But, I can’t not tell you. You wanted to know my problem, so there it is.”

“The worst thing is, I know how wrong it is, but I still keep having these thoughts… Who’s business is it but ours… We wouldn’t be hurting anyone… If we love each other, it shouldn’t matter that you're my brother.” She looks up into your eyes. “And I do love you. There’s no one in the world I love more than you, Dave. And I know no one will ever love me more than you do. I’ve done so many things with guys I don’t love — that I hardly know sometimes.”

Abbie grabs your hand. “I want to know what it’s like to do them with someone I love, with you.”

You squeeze her hand back, and crouch down next to the open car door to be on eye level with her. “I’m not disgusted. I could never be disgusted by you, Abs. You’re amazing, and…” your voice drops to a lower volume, “it’s not like I’ve never had a sex dream or stray fantasy that you showed up in. I’m… worried about you though. You really let this get in your head. It’s making you act kinda crazy.”

She wipes her eyes again and gives you a weak smile that’s trying to be a wicked grin. “So, you admit your hot for your big sis, huh beanpole?” she makes a sound between a laugh and a sob.

You smile back at her. “Who wouldn’t be?” You lean into the car to hug her tight. She wraps her arms around you and buries her face in the side of your neck.

“Crap, I’m so fucked up. I still can’t stop thinking about just ripping all our clothes off and doing everything I can to make you the happiest guy on earth.” Abbie holds you tighter. “I’d blame the booze and pot, but I felt this way when I was sober too.” She makes a fist and punches your shoulder lightly. “And WHY do you smell so fucking good!”

You pull back from the hug. “I should get you home.” You tell her. “I’m good to drive now. I’ll go tell Cyn you were just drunk and humping in your sleep, and that we’re cool. Stay here and relax.”

As you walk towards the van, you can hear Abby drawing in deep breaths and letting them out slowly.

You stick your head into the van and give Cyn an apologetic smile. “Hey, Cyn. Sorry about all that. Abbie’s really embarrassed. She was drunk off her ass and sound asleep. Humping in her dream. Didn’t have any idea I was there until I moved and woke you both up.”

It’s hard to read Cyn’s expression in the dark van. “Yeah. I figured something like that, after the shock wore off. Let her know everything is cool. We’ve gotten freakier than a little wet-dream-inspired **** dry-hump.”

“Great. Maybe I can catch you playing again, or we can hang out some other time,” you say.

“I’d like that.” She tells you. “If you’re not too busy with your sister.” She adds wryly.

“I get the feeling you’re not going to let me forget tonight.” You say sounding resigned.

“Hell no, I’m not. Abbie told me how easy and fun it is to make you blush. I’m getting in on that now.” She laughs.

“Oh good, something to look forward to.” You grin at her. “See you soon, Cyn.” Then you head back to Abbie’s car.

“Everything’s good with Cyn. I told her you were asleep and got embarrassed when I woke you up.” You twist yourself into the driver’s seat, then push it back.

“You think she believed your bullshit?” Abbie asks with a hoarse laugh. “You're the world’s worst liar. Cyn probably just decided she doesn’t care what we do with each other. She’s kinda cool like that.” She reclines her seat back and closes her eyes as you drive. “Speaking of which, what are we gonna do, Stretch? Are you up for some taboo experimentation? We never played doctor when we were kids. We could start now. Or are you gonna stay reserved and boring?”