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

Go Ahead, Keep Going! Pt. 02

... one in real life."

She nodded in vague understanding. "Okay. But the purpose is to facilitate arousal, right?"

"I mean, yeah."

"So, by that definition, would you say that I am porn?"

I fidgeted uncomfortably. "Uhh..."

"Maybe not right now, but the other night."

"Well, no. You're someone I know in real life that I had an intimate, personal encounter with. If you have a girlfriend and she jerks you off or gives you a blowjob, you wouldn't say that SHE is porn."

She shook her head. "Whatever. This is all needlessly convoluted. Are you ready to drive me downtown or what, horny boy?"

I glanced at my phone. "Oh shit, yeah. Sorry."

***

Twenty minutes later we pulled up to Chuck E Cheese in my beat-up old Toyota Cressida that barely ran. I found a parking space near the front entrance and took my sweet time backing in to it. I wanted my sister to digest her surroundings as gradually as possible. When I shut off the engine the silence felt strange and violating. We both sat quietly for a short moment, waiting for it to be exactly 11 AM.

"Being an adult sucks," she said.

I stole a glance at her. She cleaned up beautifully. Her lips were rosy red with lipstick and her dark, flowing hair hung down around her face in carefully managed strands. My eyes drifted down to her chest and the fleshy swell of her cleavage. The tops of her breasts heaved with each nervous sigh. Her tiny fingers were laced together in her lap.

"It can suck sometimes, yeah," I ...

... responded distantly.

She looked at me, followed my line of sight, and smirked. "You're staring at my breasts again."

I cleared my throat. "Um, sorry."

She giggled. "No, you're not." She looked down at herself and pushed her tits together a little, experimenting with their texture. "It's funny to me how such simple things like breasts can make you go all funny."

"What can I say, always a tit man myself."

Alice eyed me thoughtfully. "You wanna touch them or something?" Oh god yes--I mean, oh no!

"Pretty sure you have a job interview to get to," I said.

"Yeah, at 11 o'clock. Right now it's only 10:54." Her eyes sparkled knowingly. "I bet you do, don't you?"

"Well..."

She reached out, took my hand in hers, and placed it over one of her breasts, pressing it there firmly. Her flesh was warm and soft. I could feel the nipple beneath her top, rising and falling, and when she giggled I felt it deep in her chest.

"Holy shit." I snatched my hand back.

She shrieked and cackled. "You're like, completely wrapped around my finger now. It's so over."

Inside, the building was packed to the brim with customers. My sister was highly sensitive to stimuli, and could get overwhelmed in public quite easily, so I accompanied her for emotional support. I asked her if she was okay and she said sure. Her answer felt thin and unsatisfying.

"Do you want me to go ask for the manager?" I whispered to her. She nodded. I turned to the cashier, a pimply teenage boy with a ...