Mag-log inShe grinned, "Really well! I've been having a much better time making the characters feel organic, real. Like people.""Awesome. Millie is opening her heart up to you, then?""Uh. Sure. Totally." Again, she seemed dodgy about the details of her story. "Thanks for helping me with my writer's block, Owen," she smiled at me, then at my dick."Of course," I said to her boobs."Is your research on campus today?""No. Mostly just writing.""You can do that at home, yeah?""Uh huh.""Kay. Come hang out when you get home. You can do your research, uh, in my bed.""Sounds great," I said huskily. By now, my toast was done. I pressed against her again, to grab the jelly from the table, and this time my cock pressed into her belly. Lori smoldered at me. I took a shaky breath, I had to address it. "Uhh. Lori? I moved away from her."Yeah, Owen?"Seeing her look of...hunger? I chickened out. "How, uh, how are you handling the passion parts?" The words just kinda tumbled out, my nerves causing me to
Lori dragged me to the couch and snagged the remote, putting on Edward Scissorhands of all things. She snuggled up to my shoulder as we watched, and I had no complaints.Finally, it was night time. Bed time. Lori took my hand and walked me upstairs. By now I had had so much fun with my big sister, and, while I was buzzing at the idea of the 'big payoff', it wasn't a huge deal. Her attention, presence, and time was what I wanted more than anything, and she had given those things to me in spades today.I was also quite horny, but that wasn't a problem for Lori to help me with, as it was unrelated to her. Definitely unrelated. She was NOT the reason I was horny.Her ass looked incredible in her jeans. Huge and bouncy, and I'd been thinking about it since Renee made that raunchy comment earlier. Lori didn't seem the type to engage in anal sex, but with that ass, it would be a hell of a gift to whoever got to enjoy it.So yeah, she was totally the reason I was horny.We stopped at my door,
"That's unfortunate," Lori said, embarrassed."Why?""I leaned the other way with Renee. It's not my fault!" she insisted when I looked at her in alarm. "She kept saying I was too vanilla for...what she suggested earlier. So I made something up. Said you were into public sex stuff."I blushed. "But...why?""She got my hackles up. I was self conscious, because yeah, I'm pretty vanilla, or I have been in the past." She sighed, "Sorry, this is really embarrassing, and I dunno if we should just vanish or, like, explain somehow.""And, uh, what would we say?""I don't really know. One of them thinks we're siblings, the other things we're dating. How do you reconcile the two?"The silence hung, palpable and raw, between us. How DO you reconcile those two? My heart raced at the easy solution of combining the two, but we couldn't...I opted to change the subject, "Lori, how has this experience helped you research anything? We've done specifically no people watching."Lori coughed, "Oh, uh, su
"I dunno, my level is the floor for now," the guy said. "Hey, I'm Taylor. This is my girlfriend Renee." They were a little older than us, perhaps almost thirty. Renee was cute, Taylor looked kinda like a person. Hard to tell, really, the girls were much more interesting to look at."I'm Owen, that's Lori." I didn't specify our relationship, though I'm not sure why."What'd you have to promise to get him to do this with you, Lori?" Renee asked with a smile, helping Taylor to his feet. "He asked me to wear some Tifa Lockhart cosplay as revenge."Lori laughed, looking at me through the curtain of her hair, "I just asked. Though now he'll have all kinds of ideas," she said quietly, and the eye contact was suddenly tense. Deliciously so.Again, she didn't specify our relationship, and now she was alluding to a definitively sexual favor in exchange for this experience. Her face was red, I could feel the heat pouring off mine, but we kinda...slipped into the implied lie."Oh, well, sorry abo
I shrugged, going with the first thing that came to mind. "I dunno, maybe write a few little scenes, the really juicy stuff. The stuff you just HAVE to have in there. Then focus on connecting them, making it feel natural.""How would that help?""Hell if I know, it's not my major. But fiction, to me anyway, always feels a little like there are important scenes, and then scenes the author wants to rush through to get to the important scenes. Maybe if you had a framework of the important scenes, you could stitch them together to make a Frankenstein. Or his monster, anyway.""And then smooth out the edges later. Hmm. I can try it. Either way, I appreciate you being willing to help."Lori opened her laptop on her desk, and the tip-tapping started immediately. I stood to go to my room. "Wait!" Lori said, breaking out of her reverie. "Can you set your laptop up in here? What if I need you?" She was blushing adorably, and I couldn't refuse."Uh. Sure, I can do that."I grabbed my laptop and
I enjoyed the quiet tension in the air on the drive home. She kept smiling at me, and I was happy, so I smiled right back. It had been an excellent night, we had both laughed, enjoyed the quiet moments, simply delighted in the company of a person we each considered precious. Crucial.As far as big sisters went, Lori was pretty fucking cool, and hanging out with her restored a bit of my faith in myself, my ability to keep someone interested in me for even a few hours."So what's that cat pendant about?" I asked. She was allergic to cats, so I was confused about it all night. I had stared at it a lot, definitely just the pendant I swear, and was caught in the act a bit.She picked it out of her cleavage with a smile. "Clint gave it to me. I hate cats, and the necklace itself is ugly. I thought it was appropriate to wear it while I learn about the things he should've explored with me. Love and all that.""Yeah, I'm sorry you wasted most of your best college years on that toolbag." Lori h







