My god she thought I meant her!
Meanwhile my not-girlfriend is shifting around, standing up. “What’s taking you?”
“Just one more minute, She’s got some problem.”
B: Here in the room. Here with me.
S: We’ll see about that. Still hits me as kinda weird.
She still not understanding
My girl is walking toward me now.
I see NAKED on the screen. Shit. I told her this was my sister.
“Don’t come over here.”
She says, “this is shit.” And walks off to the bathroom. “Get off that thing before I get back.” I messed this all up. God dammit.
B: Sis I got a girl HERE right now!!
There was a pause of nothing.
S: Oh.
S: Guess we got to work out a code, don’t want to be pissing anyone off, eh?
B: Sorry, I want to chat.
S: Sure you do. So the code is when you’re alone sugarbabies, and if anyones there milkduds.
B: See ya tomorrow cutie.
S: Night night milk dud 🙁
S: Tonight I might of said yes to what you asked, now it might just be no.
Shit, I was obsessed with her now.
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Ugh, my stomach was in knots. The change between us was becoming irreversible.
In response I backed way off, began to question the whole ‘relationship’ aspect of my sister. This feeling of attraction I had. How I noticed the way her dark hair accentuated her eyes, and the way her lower lip pouted. She liked to bite her lower lip and hold it with her teeth, the tilt of her head. The curve of her hips. How perfect her ass looked in a tight pair of jeans. The sexual feelings I was having, of wanting to see her. My state of arousal, it was all so wild. Now I was beginning to get nervous if I did see her. I’m messing this up, and so I backed off.
But the innuendo within our chats continued, in fact became our preferred contact. The hidden world remained as a gem where I could pretend she was someone else, not my sister. She kept alluding to me coming over, and driving me crazy. Teasing, flirting. To make matters worse, we both started drinking while chatting, and would get just roaring drunk, and let our guards down with the excuse that we were just drunk.
The recurring Game we played with each other centered around food:
S: I’m eating some cake.
B: What kind
S: Chocolate. The frosting is so delicious.
B: Can I have a bite?
S: Just a bite? Sure. A BITE? A nibble
S: A slow and gentle nibble. Here, Mmmmmmm.
B: Mmmmm. So good. I like licking your frosting:)
S: Ooops. I spilled some
B: Where?
S: Mmmmm. Down there *blush*
B: Let me get it with my tongue
B: Can’t quite get it, its smearing along your thigh >>>>>. Oh, now you’ve got some crumbs down there too.
S: What a mess!!
S: I better open my legs to get a better look!!
B: Such a bad little girl, such a mess!
B: I’ll lick all the crumbs up for you. Here. Hold still…Roll over on your front.
S: K:)
B: Your so good, doing everything I ask. Can I lick you???
S: OO
B: Open wide!
B: God I love your chocolate lady cake, mmmm so sticky.
S: God damn you, oh ===O>
B: Picking up each little bit with the tip of my tongue. Delicious.
[and I pounced]
B: Can I come over??
S: Crazy.