This sounds so wrong. So stupid and so wrong. But last summer, I had this fling with this really hot guy. He name was Jake. I am putting down his name because I know he will never see this. Jake and I had a great time. We sat by the fire, went all the way. You know, the typical thing. Well, his mother was single. And that same summer, his mother met my father, who is also single. My mother passed away when I was little. I really did not mind having this new mother figure in my life. She was very sweet and very helpful and very kind. Until I met her son, Jake. I couldn’t even speak when I met him. (Or should I say reunited with him) I really still hadn’t gotten over him. And then our parents got married, like that. And now, we all live together in this little home. And every single time I see Jake my stomach flips upside down but we are siblings now and that is jus wrong. We have kissed. Under the roof of this house and I feel so horrible about the whole thing but yet, I want to be Jake’s. This all sounds like a horrible Disney movie or something but It is real. I am sitting on my bed right now, in the room next to Jake’s and everything feels so wrong. I feel like I need to tell my father that my “brother” and I had sex on the beach last summer. But… no. I cannot talk to Jake or anyone anymore.