“But we can't cross that line, even if we wanted to. We have The Rule for a reason, one that has nothing to do with our brother-sister relationship. We could never do that to the rest of the BTC.”

"I know, I know. I just..." Shaking her head, she gave me a helpless look.

“You're hot and sexy and I can't help but fantasize. A girl can dream. Just like I'm sure you dream about sticking your dick between

Sam's big tits and blowing a load all over her face. That would be crossing a line, but you still think about it, don't you?"

I sighed.

“Well I certainly am now. But fantasizing about Sam is one thing. We're friends and all, but if something happened and things got awkward and our friendship got ruined... I'd get over it. But I wouldn't get over you. You're my Annabelle. My feelings for you are just so much stronger and more important to me than my feelings for

Sam. YOU'RE so much more important to me than Sam."

Belle smiled at that. "Good."

"I don't want to risk screwing things up between us. Do you?"

“No, of course not."

“Then don't push me on this, alright? I..." I took a deep breath and gave her a serious look. "I love you, Annabelle. You mean the world to me, but... not in THAT way. You're my little sister, and I can't sexualize you. And to be honest, to hear that you've been sexualizing me... It's kinda freaking me out."

“Really?”

"It's kinda weird, actually."

“No-no-no-no, please don't be weirded out.”

I took a deep breath.

“I'm trying not to. It's just... I thought things were cool between us. We've grown up together. We hang out all the time. I know Mari's your bestie and I've spent most of the last five years playing video games with Alice, but I share my entire life with you and I really had no idea you were... like... masturbating to thoughts of me."

“They're just random thoughts." She waved dismissively.

“I really don't want you weirded out about it. I'm sorry. Can we please just forget I ever said anything?"

I shrugged helplessly.

“I dunno. Those fantasies you told me are gonna be kinda hard to forget."

“Then do it as a favor to me, your Annabelle. Maybe fantasies should just be left as what they are: fantasies. Everybody's entitled to a little fantasy, right?"

“Of course, of course." I took a deep breath and calmed myself.

“I just really want to make sure I haven't screwed up my relationship with you. You're my Matthew as much as I'm your Annabelle. We can't afford to get awkward around each other just because you know I've masturbated to thoughts about you."

"I know. I just need to wrap my head around it a bit." I paused, collected myself, and then gave her a reassuring smile.

“I mean when I really think about it, it's actually quite flattering. I'd like to think ALL of the girls have masturbated to thoughts about me."