Gerard sits up on the couch, staring at the ground. After a few moments of distraction via thinking of the most unattractive things he can, he manages to calm himself down. "Alright, Should be good. I don't know what the hell came over me! She is my sister for fuck's sakes. Just," he takes a deep breath, "Calm down. You haven't seen her in a while, and she has grown pretty attractive. Its only nat-" He pauses when he thinks he hears something coming from the shower. He slowly stands, blanket dropping to his feet completely forgotten. "Eliza?" he murmurs, confused.<span style="font-style: italic">Did she just yell? Is she ok?</span>he thinks, a worried look flashing over his face. He hurriedly opens the bedroom door and moving quickly to the bathroom, pausing before placing his hand on the handle. He stares down at his hand, body twitching.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">If I turn this handle, and she is ok, she will kill me. If I don't and she is hurt.....</span>he closes his eyes and takes a deep breath. He cannot let the possibility of her being hurt. But...he does not want to risk himself being hurt. He creaks the door open to make sure she is open and goes slack jawed.<br/><br/>HE can't see much through the fog on the door, but what he can see, he likes.<span style="font-style: italic">Jesus Christ, she is a beautiful woman! Oh man,</span>the dark thoughts begin to return, her wrapping around him, lips pressing together. Her legs wrapped around his head, he just cannot stop those thoughts from flowing. After a brief moment, he blinks and a realization hits him,<span style="font-style: italic">1) I really want to fuck my sister. 2) If she sees me watching her, she will call the police.</span>With that, he silently closes the door and slinks back to the couch, barely covering himself with the blanket when she bursts through.<br/><br/>Gerard's eyes move from her lovely feet, to her beautifully round ass<span style="font-style: italic">I wonder if that is as firm as it looks</span>, to her breasts, then to her face. A quick blush darts across his cheeks as he struggles to maintain eye contact. "Th-thanks sis." After a deep breath, he says, "W-wait. The other towel is in your bathroom, do you mind if I get it?" He already stands, holding the blanket to cover himself as he moves closer to her. He looks down into her face, a bead of sweat on his forehead as he forces himself to not rip her towel off and kiss her, "I'll just be a moment,' he murmurs and slips past her, giving her forearm a little squeeze with his left hand.<br/><br/>HE steps into the bathroom and drops the blanket. Quickly, he wraps the towel around himself and tosses the blanket over his shoulder. After he steps out, he gives her a quick, distracted smile with a small, 'Thanks, Eliza."<br/><br/>After he steps into his own bathroom, he almost melts. "oh fuck you Gerard. You have to go into work tomorrow. You can't be alone with her! What if you make a move? She'll disappear and you'll have lost your sister." HE shares his head and steps not the shower, which he turns on frigid cold, for obvious reasons. After a quick shower in the freezing water, he starts to dry himself off with the towel, wondering aloud, "What the hell are we going to have for lunch?"<br/><br/>(EDIT: Grammar)