Jim looked at himself in the bathroom mirror, then splashed some water on his face and looked again. What was wrong with him?
Even now, he desired Teresa. He had never had these kinds of feelings for his sister before, so where had they come from? He felt so embarrassed, so ashamed at what he was feeling. Any normal person would. But that didn't negate the fact that he lusted after his sister. She was just so hot. Her breasts could be a little bigger, but that could easily be fixed with surgery or some sort of ...
"What am I thinking?" he asked his reflection suddenly. "She's my sister, for god's sake." He breathed in deeply, then exhaled. "I've gotta get a grip."
Downstairs, Teresa walked into the kitchen with a smile on her face. "Good morning, Mom," she said.
"Oh, good morning, dear," her mother said, busily putting bread in the toaster and bacon in the microwave. She didn't have a lot of time. She needed to be at the office soon. But her kids, and herself, still needed to eat something, even if it was as little as this. "Did you have a good night's sleep?" Katie asked her daughter.
"Yeah, I did. But this morning was even better," Teresa said, still grinning. But her mom didn't see because she was so busy fixing breakfast.
"Oh? What do you mean by that?" Katie asked.
