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"Don't come over here." She says, "this is shit." And walks off to the bathroom. The hidden world remained as a gem where I could pretend she was someone else, not my sister. The sexual feelings I was having, of wanting to see her. Now I was beginning to get nervous if I did see her. But the innuendo within our chats continued, in fact became our preferred contact. I wanted to go over there, but could not imagine how it would be possible. One evening I went out on an actual date and when I got back to the house, me and a girl. Your loss:( What a mistake to leave my computer out on the table!! In fact after that chat I wasn't even sure how to start anything, and we went a few days. I never thought of her in any kind of sexual way until one particular evening on the phone. We talked some more, but there was something odd about her. Unless..liked me the other way." This little sing song back in her tone, a manner in her voice she never used with me. Just a sec." More rustling around and then she is back on the line.
B: I was worried, thought I might have to come over there.
It'll just be a minute." She settles on the sofa, shrugs her shoulder.
We get into the living room, my computer laying on the table. Well this was mildly inappropriate but hey - not even knowing why - and without really realizing my sis would not know I even had had a girlfriend here. "I got to check on my sister and sat at the computer.
I work out without clothes and you called, I saw it was you and thought what the hell and picked up. I answered without clothes and I been talking to you this whole time eating pastries au natural. " "As in..." She laughed, "I GOT NO CLOTHES ON Einstein.
Looking at a piece on my thigh right now, want a taste? She still not understanding My girl is walking toward me now. The recurring Game we played with each other centered around food: S: I'm eating some cake. "Get off that thing before I get back." I messed this all up. She kept alluding to me coming over, and driving me crazy. 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. And, I took it upon myself to IM her or call, by chance of course, in the afternoons after that right at her workout.