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have done the same thing were I in your position.” Pele says.
I give a half smile and a nod in response. It isn ’t so much the act that bothers me as much as my reaction to it. Cheza must have felt this because she grabs my hand as we walk down the tunnel and back to the helicopter.
Chapter 6: Confusion and Alcohol
Th e buffeting of the helicopter blades lulls Cheza to sleep with her head on my left shoulder. I lean my head on hers and fall asleep as well. I wake up when we land and find Cheza to still be asleep on my shoulder; I scoop her up and carry her off to the room. I’m glad that she wore comfortable clothes so I won’t have to strip her; I don’t really need that level of awkwardness right at the moment. I open the newly fixed door, carry Cheza down the hall, hang left, around the bar, and finally into our bedroom. I am about to set her on the bed when I face the same dilemma I faced three weeks ago, the previous time I carried a sleeping Cheza to bed. Once again I see her steadily heaving chest and her soft lips that are parted ever so slightly.
(Just kiss her)
I’m too mentally exhausted or traumatized to resist Airi’s suggestion. When our lips meet, I feel something like a jolt of electricity surge between them as my lips grow cold and start to feel numb. Cheza wakes up and kisses me back while I lay her down on the bed, before lying down beside her. We start making out and she takes off our pants.
(Don’t turn on the TV)
I laugh out loud and then I notice that Cheza is laughing at the same time she notices that I am too. We are both just lying on the bed in stitches at the joke based on an old Blink 182 song. 5
I don’t know where our actions were headed , but they end with me in my boxers and Cheza only wearing panties, cuddling in bed.
I know that in this mo ment, I am right where I belong: by her side.
“Does this mean that I love Cheza?”
(You have always loved her. Back when you were eleven and you woke up to find her crying in your doorway. Back when you were fourteen and saw her bleeding and proceeded to beat that young man into a coma. You have always loved her and you always will love her. It is your fate)
“What do you mean my…fate?” I ask as I drift off to sleep.
…
[May 22nd]
I wake up to the memory of Cheza’s image: my maniacal laughter after I sliced open Ku’s chest. I feel Cheza’s soft breathing as it brushes across my bare chest while she lays topless against my left side. I don’t know how I feel about having the girl that I still sort of see as my little sister cuddling with me in bed while topless.
(Your dilemma lies in your inability to see Chezarei as a woman)
“I know I just don’t know how to stop seeing her as a little sister! I mean, we lived together for a decade and I took care of her like an older brother!”
(Did you act like an older brother? How many older brothers let their sister crawl into bed and cuddle with them, even when they were fourteen?)
I’m speechless…thoughtless.
(Not to mention that Eric never said anything that would have led you into seeing Cheza as a younger sister and it would have been normal for him to do so if he had. Eric would have seen nothing wrong with you two being in a relationship)
“Yeah, but he was married to his sister so…”
(Incestuous relationships are part of almost every creation theory. Greek’s have Zeus and Zeus’ sister Hera, along with all of the Titans; Egyptian’s have Shu and Tefnut, brother and sister as well as parents to Geb and Nut, parents of incestuous siblings Osiris, Isis, Set, and Nephthys; Shintoism has Izanami and Izanagi; Incans have Inti and Mama Quilla. Even Christian mythology has Adam and Eve)
“Adam and Eve weren’t brother and sister.”
(That is true, but they were the first humans so who did their children have sex with?)
Wow…I’m pretty sure that isn’t something that is discussed in Sunday School.
“Wait, didn’t Cain have a human wife after he
I give a half smile and a nod in response. It isn ’t so much the act that bothers me as much as my reaction to it. Cheza must have felt this because she grabs my hand as we walk down the tunnel and back to the helicopter.
Chapter 6: Confusion and Alcohol
Th e buffeting of the helicopter blades lulls Cheza to sleep with her head on my left shoulder. I lean my head on hers and fall asleep as well. I wake up when we land and find Cheza to still be asleep on my shoulder; I scoop her up and carry her off to the room. I’m glad that she wore comfortable clothes so I won’t have to strip her; I don’t really need that level of awkwardness right at the moment. I open the newly fixed door, carry Cheza down the hall, hang left, around the bar, and finally into our bedroom. I am about to set her on the bed when I face the same dilemma I faced three weeks ago, the previous time I carried a sleeping Cheza to bed. Once again I see her steadily heaving chest and her soft lips that are parted ever so slightly.
(Just kiss her)
I’m too mentally exhausted or traumatized to resist Airi’s suggestion. When our lips meet, I feel something like a jolt of electricity surge between them as my lips grow cold and start to feel numb. Cheza wakes up and kisses me back while I lay her down on the bed, before lying down beside her. We start making out and she takes off our pants.
(Don’t turn on the TV)
I laugh out loud and then I notice that Cheza is laughing at the same time she notices that I am too. We are both just lying on the bed in stitches at the joke based on an old Blink 182 song. 5
I don’t know where our actions were headed , but they end with me in my boxers and Cheza only wearing panties, cuddling in bed.
I know that in this mo ment, I am right where I belong: by her side.
“Does this mean that I love Cheza?”
(You have always loved her. Back when you were eleven and you woke up to find her crying in your doorway. Back when you were fourteen and saw her bleeding and proceeded to beat that young man into a coma. You have always loved her and you always will love her. It is your fate)
“What do you mean my…fate?” I ask as I drift off to sleep.
…
[May 22nd]
I wake up to the memory of Cheza’s image: my maniacal laughter after I sliced open Ku’s chest. I feel Cheza’s soft breathing as it brushes across my bare chest while she lays topless against my left side. I don’t know how I feel about having the girl that I still sort of see as my little sister cuddling with me in bed while topless.
(Your dilemma lies in your inability to see Chezarei as a woman)
“I know I just don’t know how to stop seeing her as a little sister! I mean, we lived together for a decade and I took care of her like an older brother!”
(Did you act like an older brother? How many older brothers let their sister crawl into bed and cuddle with them, even when they were fourteen?)
I’m speechless…thoughtless.
(Not to mention that Eric never said anything that would have led you into seeing Cheza as a younger sister and it would have been normal for him to do so if he had. Eric would have seen nothing wrong with you two being in a relationship)
“Yeah, but he was married to his sister so…”
(Incestuous relationships are part of almost every creation theory. Greek’s have Zeus and Zeus’ sister Hera, along with all of the Titans; Egyptian’s have Shu and Tefnut, brother and sister as well as parents to Geb and Nut, parents of incestuous siblings Osiris, Isis, Set, and Nephthys; Shintoism has Izanami and Izanagi; Incans have Inti and Mama Quilla. Even Christian mythology has Adam and Eve)
“Adam and Eve weren’t brother and sister.”
(That is true, but they were the first humans so who did their children have sex with?)
Wow…I’m pretty sure that isn’t something that is discussed in Sunday School.
“Wait, didn’t Cain have a human wife after he
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