This isn't the WORST situation.

You stand in your sister's room, seeing Shelly in a brand new light that you were not sure was possible... Your mouth hung open as you bear witness to her saying that she loved you, but also asked if there was anything she could do for you.

'Did someone brainwash her?' you wonder, snapping your jaw shut. Shelly, meanwhile, noticed that you were staring at her intensely and her cheeks burns with embarrassment. And a bit of desire, unknowingly to you. "Brother. Is something wrong?" she asked.

"Uh, no," you answer quickly. "No, no. I'm uh... I'm all right." But that wasn't entirely true.

Shelly had a concerned look on her face as she came to you. You noticed her hips were swaying, but her the back of hand on your forehead seem to bring you back to reality. "Are you sure? You seem flustered..."

Boy. Was THAT calling the kettle black. You can almost see how pink her cheeks were, and although it was a little strange that she wasn't sucking your penis, no complaints since you needed a rest from it, you just weren't used to seeing your sister being some kind to you.

You back up some, trying to assure her as much as yourself. "I'm fine. Really."

Shelly was a bit surprised by your behavior, but she put her hands back in the same position they were before, over her crotch. "As you wish, brother. Is there anything you want me to do for you?"

Again with this attitude. What WAS it with her? There wasn't enough time to answer that without her wondering what you were thinking of.

"Well..." You begin thinking up some kind of thing she could do, just so you could prove to yourself that she was fine and you were just imagining things. "Would you clean my room today?"

Her eyes practically twinkled at the suggestion you made, smiling sincerely? "Of course. I'll do anything for you, John." And she started... WALKING OUT THE DOOR! You grab her arm and pulled her away from the door. "John? What's wrong?"

She was looking at you, as if you were acting strange. "What do you think you're doing?" you said softly.

"I was going to clean your room, brother."

"Like that?" You gestured to her still-naked body.

"Yes, brother. Unless you don't want me to." What is going ON here? Why is Shelly acting like this? Why is she so... So... Compliant? Why was she-- ... Looking so scared as you were watching her? You slowly let go of her arm, realizing you were getting worked up, and took a deep breath before saying to her,

"Shelly. Mom is going to freak out if she sees you walking around naked. Put a robe or some clothes and let's get some breakfast."

"Ok, brother," she replied with a sweet smile. And while she was giving her bathrobe, you walk downstairs and saw Mom laying breakfast for everyone's place setting.

"John, where is your sister?" she inquired.

"Don't worry, Mom. Shelly will be right down." You sat at the table, wondering if things would be normal today. You took your fork and stabbed your omelette, stabbing it dully over and over.

You seem to go into a daydream, thinking about what your sister's going to be like, what school is going to be like, and and there's any point, besides Bella, to living like this...

Your mother snapped you out of your daydream, asking, "Honey? Everything okay?"

"Yeah, mom. I'm fine." But that was a dirty lie. 'Fine' was definitely not the word you would use. And she seemed to know that too, somehow.

"Shelly!" Mom called. "Your breakfast is getting cold!"

"All right already! I'm coming!" Now THAT sounded more like the old Shelly, but...