Well, shit. It’s day three, and I’m writing this with a bottle of whiskey for company. My sibling and I… we did it. We finally crossed that line we’d been dancing around for years. I’m not even gonna sugarcoat it - it was fucking mind-blowing. The whole night was a clusterfuck of emotions, whiskey, and bad decisions, but the sex? That was something else entirely. I’ve never felt so connected to anyone in my life.
But here’s the kicker - now what? We woke up this morning in each other’s arms, both of us avoiding eye contact like our lives depended on it. The tension in the room was palpable, like a ticking time bomb waiting to go off. We’ve been tiptoeing around our feelings for years, and now that we’ve acted on them… fuck. It’s like everything has changed overnight. I’m not sure if I should be freaking out or celebrating, but right now, I’m doing both while mainlining Jack Daniels.
The fucked-up part is that despite how wrong this is - and trust me, I know how wrong it is - I don’t regret it. Not one bit. In fact, I think we both needed it more than we realized. But where do we go from here? Do we try to pretend it never happened and go back to our old dynamic? Or do we dive headfirst into this new reality? Fuck if I know. Right now, all I can say for sure is that my head is spinning and my heart is racing like a jackrabbit on steroids.
