Is there something wrong with me? cont. 2

If you have read my last thread, I promised to take Kayla to the mall today. Once again, things are moving in a weird direction. Sorry I  keep posting this thread, it's just that I have gotten pretty good advice so far (from some people at least), and things are getting confusing for me. Definetilly not a subject I could talk to my friends about.

Practice ended a little early for me today, so I managed to get home before Kayla. I was sitting on the couch watching TV when she came in. Of course, she was dirty and needed to take a shower. I told her to hurry if we wanted to go to the mall. She did so, and came back downstairs about 15 min. later completely dried off (except for her hair), wearing a t-shirt and shorts. But the thing that caught my attention was that she was wearing my shorts. I'm pretty sure it was deliberate, because this wasn't the first time she'd done something like that. I rolled my eyes, sighed, pointed to her room, and told her to take them off right now. In an "accidentally on purpose" kind of way, she misinterpreted. "Okay", she said and she did something that I'd never seen her do before. In one swift motion, she pulled down the shorts right in front of me. Needless to say I was completely shocked, and I turned my head away immediatelly. I sat there freaking out, asking what she was doing, and she just laughed. Curious, I slowly peeked my eyes around to see why she was laughing. I quickly saw why. Underneath my shorts, it turned out she was also wearing a pair of my boxers, one with tabasco hot sauce pictures on them. "What, did you actually think I would do something like that in front of you?", she said still laughing. I was red in the face, but for many reasons. One for embarrassment, one because I was angry, and to be honest, one because it made me hot (wtf?). In attempt to hide my face, I turned around back to the TV, and said, "Just go change already, you want me to take you right?" She agreed, and as she walked away, I could hear her humming. I don't know what she was attempting to do with that stunt, but apparently, she accomplished it and she knew it.

Kayla came back down wearing a baby t and a pair of kakhi shorts. I admit, she did look cute, but that was the extent of it. More of a little sister cute. We drove to the mall, walked around the place for a bit, checking out random stores. Spencer's gifts was filled with halloween stuff, and I wanted to check it out. Kayla didn't want to go at first, but we checked it out anyway. I was rather amused that she went straight to the birthday cards with naked men on them, and just stared at them while biting her lower lip. Later, we checked out Border's, but only because they have really good caffine drinks. We left at about seven, though we didn't really buy anything worthwhile. It was an interesting trip, at least.

When we got home, I sat in front of the TV while Kayla decided to go change out of the baby t. She isn't really a fan of baby t's, but will wear them on occasion. She came back downstairs, wearing a loose fitting t-shirt that was just loose enough that you could see some of her bare chest. This wasn't odd for her, but something seemed odd about it anyway. Right then, she took the remote right out of my hand with a "thanks" (as if she asked) and started watching Will and Grace. She was clearly asking for a fight, so I gave her one. This time, I tackled her off the couch, and we rolled around on the ground. I managed to get her into a headlock, but she somehow slipped out of it and put me in a grapevine. If you don't know what a grapevine is, it's where you put your legs in between your opponent's and wrap them around, with your arms holding your opponent's arms down. I didn't even know she knew the move! She grunted and taunted me, "Are you done yet Alex? Ready to give up?" She was on top of me in a way so that her hips were meeting at mine in a full frontal assault, and so that I could see directly down her shirt if I tried. I wanted to avoid this turning into an *ahem* awkward moment, so I let her win. She laughed and cheered a bit, then proceeded to sing Queen's "We are the Champions". I interrupted her by saying, "Yeah, you may have won this time, but next time, I'm going to own you!" Nothing implicative intended. I was just trying to sound natural. She responded by sticking her tongue out at me and saying, "Maybe next time I won't go easy on you!" She gave a smug look at me, and returned to her cheering and victory dance. I walked into the other room and she returned to watching her show, stretched out on the couch.

I'm not gonna lie. I have a serious hardon right now. She's watching TV, minding her own business while I'm in here, twitching in my pants, filled with euphoria and self-loathing. I'm growing attached sister, and I've never hated myself more. The dam is leaking, and something's gonna give sooner or later. Goddammit, this sucks. Any thoughts? Any advice? Any opinions? ANYTHING!?

Kayla hit the sack a little bit ago. She had changed the channel to Cartoon Network. I think Goosebumps or Courage the Cowardly Dog was on. I sat on the far right side of the couch, while she was on the left, curled up in a ball with her arms around her legs. She almost looked as though she were depressed about something. I considered asking what was wrong, but I decided against it in the end. Mikey was watching with us for a while, but he went to bed a little after he showed up. A while after Mikey left she just kinda stared at me with a sad look. I glanced at her temporarily, but focused back on the show. She finally spoke up. "Hey, Alex", she asked, "Why are you sitting all the way on that side of the couch?" I was a little taken back by the question. I looked back at her, and just made up a lie on the spot. "Well, you're in my favorite spot right now. I can't take it if you're in it." I half expected her to smile and say something to the extent of "why don't you take it from me?". But no. She just sat up on her knees and kept kept asking. "Yeah, but you're over really far. I mean, usually you're laying down, but right now, you're just sitting there straight up and down. Why?" I found her questions rather odd. I mean, the fact that she noticed something as trivial as me sitting on the far side of the couch is a little strange, but to go as far as to ask about it and want a reason was just scary. I felt it would be better to turn the tables. "Why are you asking?" She looked away, and muttered, "I was just curious..." There needed to be a change in mood, so I brought my legs up on the couch and stretch far enough that she barely had a half a cushion to herself. "Well, if you really want me to, I can lay on the couch like this." Laughing, she tried to shove my feet away, but was unsuccessful. "That's not what I meant!" she said, still laughing. Somehow, I found a way to take up even more room and she was trapped in corner with only enough room to wiggle her toes. Smiling, she managed to stand up, walk off the couch. She brushed off the wrinkles in her shirt and said, "Whatever. I'm gonna go to bed now". With that, she walked off. I watched her walk away, but noticed in the entryway mirror she was actually frowning. I don't know what it was, but there was something wrong with her.