Go Ahead, Keep Going! Pt. 02 - Sex Stories

Go Ahead, Keep Going! Pt. 02

... nose crinkled up and she gave me an amused smirk. "You mean when you cheated in Modern Warfare 2? Yeah, that was pretty stupid."

"I did NOT cheat in Modern Warfare, first of all," I protested, "but no. I meant the other stuff."

She nodded slowly. "Okay. What other stuff? You mean the sexual stuff and the masturbating?"

"Y-yeah..."

"Oh, good lord." She rolled her eyes and waved her hand at me dismissively. "Don't tell me you're getting all weird and neurotic about this again. What's the problem? Did you 'corrupt' my innocent little brain with knowledge about biology?"

"Alice--"

"I'm an adult, you know. A grown woman." She glared up at me with a hard, defiant air. "A... grown FUCKING woman," she added, forcing out an intensifier that felt feeble and inauthentic.

I carefully sat down on the bed beside her, maintaining a respectful distance. "I know. But I'm your brother, Alice. I'm supposed to look out for you and keep you safe. Not objectify you sexually."

She looked at me and carefully studied my face. "It's not like we had sex or risked getting pregnant."

"I know, but the whole thing was just bad on my part. The jerking off in front of you thing was way beyond the pale. I also feel iffy about the uh...well, you know..."

She threw her arms up in exasperation. "No, I DON'T know. Say what you're gonna say or don't, for crying out loud."

"The dirty talk, Alice. The way I was calling you names."

She crossed her arms incredulously. "Are you being ...

... serious? The name-calling idea was a good thing. It helped you have an orgasm."

"Right. But I feel bad about calling you that stuff because it was degrading. You're very sweet, and pure, and nice to me. And I called you stuff like--"

"Bitch and whore and slut, I know." She sneered at me. "Are you sure I'm the naive one here? You explained the concept pretty concisely last night. And as a matter of fact, I did some further research into the subject after you went to bed. Turns out what you said wasn't even all that remarkable. So it's not this thing where you're doing something, I dunno, 'nefarious' to me that I don't have the power to conceptualize."

"But," I continued, resting a cautious hand on her shoulder, "isn't there some part of you that feels weird about being called something you're not? I mean, slut, whore, bitch... Clearly you aren't any of those things. You're the opposite, in fact."

She nodded sympathetically, turning this around in her head. "I think you're just letting your imagination get the better of you. To me, I look at it the same way as playing a character in a video game. It's a role, and roles are just there to be played. Right?"

"...Sure."

"So, from my perspective, it's not weird at all."

She rose from the bed and began pacing around the room in the way she always did when working on a problem or feeling agitated. She talked with her hands.

"In Minecraft," she explained, "I'm a master architect. A visionary world-builder. It's ...