I'm your "sister"????

Last night he told me he loved me....
that I was his best friend only more.
That I was like a sister to him.
He can tell me anything and I won't
judge him.
Makes me feel good.

But...his sister?
Who screws their sister?
We may live in the country
kill cows, pigs and farm all day.
But we don't screw our family.
This isn't "Joe Dirt"...

I don't know how to take it.
One minute we're smitten
the next we don't talk for days.
He says horribly perverted things
then kisses me like we've been
kissing forever.
Laughing like no one's been hurt.

He's screwing with my head.
I can't take it.
Yet, I don't want to give it up.
I need him in my life.
He makes things so much better.

He doesn't do drugs...
he doesn't know I do.
I need him to help me
and I wish I could tell him
but I don't know if he'll run.
I don't want him to go away.

So, for now I'll be his best friend.