Helping my sister
I had not heard from my sister in a few days, and I was a little concerned. She called me and we talked almost every day, and we hung out about three times a week when our work schedules allowed for it. We would usually hang out Friday nights at a bar, getting stupidly drunk. This usually ended with her throwing up outside my car, and me holding her as various hues only vomit can have came pouring out of her mouth. She was twenty-one and just learning about the world, so I, being eight...
Incest