I slammed the door closed after Joanna left and turned to face Sharyl. As she was leaning in for another foray into brother/sister intimacy, I put my hands on her shoulders and sat her down in my swivel chair.  Then I sat back on my desk and gave her my sternest "big brother" look.

"Okay, sis. What's going on. What's this all about. Aren't you the same girl who always closes the bedroom door when you change your socks for fear I might impugn your modesty? Why, all of a sudden, have you decided to go haywire on me."

"What's wrong, Daryl." she pouted. "Don't you find me attractive?"

"Give me a break, Sis. That line is old and tired, and I'm not feeling too well myself. Out with it. What's heated up your panties all of a sudden."

Without a word, she lunged out of the chair and on to me.  The chair went reeling back into my filing cabinet while I was thrown flat on my back with my head dangling over the side of my desk.

"My psychic counselor helped me.  She released the inner demon that's held me back all these years," Sharyl declared.  "She hypnotized me.  I was supposed to regress back to my past lives, but when we got back to an important event in my childhood it was you and me playing doctor, just as Mom walked into the room and had a major hissy fit.  That's why I've never been able to have an orgasm."

"Sharyl," I tried to interrupt.  "We don't really need to go there."  But Sharyl shut me up by ripping my shirt open and popping all my buttons loose.

"Don't you see, Daryl. That's the key to my whole life. It's why I've never been able to have a sustained relationship. I've always secretly hungered to finish that game of Doctor. Here!" she squealed in triumph as she unzipped my fly and started a hand fishing expedition, "Let me take your pulse."  

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