Clark Daniels, A Brother Who Loves His Sister

It was late, about a quarter past midnight when I heard a light tapping at my door followed by the voice of my twin sister, Carly.

"Clark? Do you think you and I could...you know." Carly began and I sat up, still half asleep. "Carly, you know I like being with you, but I think people might be catching on that we're closer than siblings should be. We can't keep doing this." I flatly tell her.

Carly sighed and sat at the foot of my bed as I turned on the small lamp beside my bed.

"I know. And I know it's wrong too, but I...really love you, Clark. Can't we just do it one last time?" She said, looking down at the floor.

"Carly, I...." I say as I put my hand on her shoulder and look at her sweet, puppy dog eyes.

And that's the last thing I remember. Until I woke up at the hospital, that is.

Almost immediately, I was embraced by my loving sister. "Mr. Daniels, you're a very lucky man. If it weren't for your sister, you very well could've succumbed to the EDP disease." The doctor, a balding and portly man, informed me.

"EDP? Are you sure?" I ask, my voice trembling slightly. I've heard about this disease before, I've seen the porn, could Carly already be carrying my kid?

"We're very sure. We ran various blood tests, all came back positive. And your sister here was able to, ahem, start you back up from near ****." The doctor confirmed.

Shit. Well, at least me and Carly wouldn't need to sneak around anymore.