The Impossible Choice
I remember exactly when it was – the summer that I turned 18 and left school. My folks had become increasingly snarky about me hanging around the house playing videos games and surfing YouTube. Every evening over dinner it was, “Josh, how is that job-hunting going?”, “Josh, when are you going to do something useful with your life?”, “Josh, you need to start paying for your upkeep.” Yeah, yeah, later. After uni, whatever. One particular evening the four of us – me, the parents, and my big sister Evie – were gathered round the table eating. Evie is about a year older than me, and to be honest she was (and is!) extremely attractive. I felt guilty but I often pictured her naked when I jerked off; well, we’re all allowed our secret little fantasies, …