“No! I don't!"

Belle frowned, and now she was Leaning back away from me. She Looked hurt. "You don't?"

“Like I said: I think of you as a sister."

“We're not related, Matty.”

“I know that."

“And you said you wish you could grab my ass and my tits. THAT'S not very brotherly."

“You've got an amazing ass. And tits. And I'm a sex-obsessed bastard."

“But you don't want to fuck me?"

I sighed. "You're... You're my Annabelle. That's a line I can't cross.

Not you."

“Not me." She blinked. "But you fantasize about the others, don't you?

Sam, Neevie, Zofi."

"Yes, yes, yes."

“Alice, Mari."

"Yes, alright?"

“But not me?”

“Belle, please."

“You can put your hand inside my shirt right now. I wouldn't stop you.”

“Belle.”

“Okay, okay." She raised her hands defensively, glanced away, and gave me an unsure Look. "It's because I'm a Little shorty, isn't it?"

I barked a Laugh and shook my head.

“No, you're beautiful and sexy, B.

I just... I won't... I can't let myself think of you that way. You're my Annabelle."

“But if I was a total stranger you'd never met before?"

“I'd wanna throw you onto my bed and fuck your brains out, sure."