So my sister has this friend who has had his lustful little eyes on me since the day we met. He never speaks … but I can feel him undressing with his eyes. I feel his stare heating up my backside, as he travels from the nape of my neck to the small of my back. I feel my body break into icy cold goose bumps, when I know he’s licking his lips thinking of all the places he’d place his them if I would just give him the chance. Our words remain on strike but the tension is there… we can both feel it. And now I’m curious. I wonder what actions lay behind that desire I can see in his eyes. What would it be like to let go, give him control over my body? How many levels of pleasure could he introduce my body to? How selfish of me, not interested in giving anything in return. It’s my turn to take.

Then one day the unthinkable happens. He breaks his vow of silence. He utters the words that will change the course of life… “I want to Fuck *******!” That was the straw that broke the camel’s back. The final crack in the dam before the water broke.  Not only does he voice his sinful desires but he voices them IN FRONT of my sister. She, the invisible deadly border like the land between Mexico and the U.S. : is what stands between what he believes to be HIS dream and his current reality. Silence falls over the room. We are all waiting for her to react. Seconds seem like Hours. And finally she speaks! “That’s up to her.” She says with a devious grin. “Lies Lies Lies” that’s what I want to scream, but I don’t. I take a deep breath and laugh it off; Quickly changing the subject. She says she’s okay with it, but I know she means different. Too late, words can never be unspoken. So now I guess he figures the damage is done, so he might as well see where this thing leads. That’s when the messages begin. Verbal porn that illustrates his true desires. Talk of me riding his face until my juices drip down his chin. Nights filled with long slow fucking and adventurous exhibitions to come.  We play with the idea for Months without any action on either of our parts. As with all fires, the flame between us eventually dies down. Months later he’s over to the house visiting my sister. We all hang out for awhile and everyone behaves themselves. My sister leaves the room and before she can shut the door behind her he explodes with “Oh my God, I wanna do so many nasty things to you!” I’m caught off guard so I just laugh it off. I excuse myself to my own bedroom in an effort to prevent any further trouble. Then the messages come. He wants me to run off with him in the middle of the night for some hot steamy horizontal polka. However, I have other plans. I march directly into my sisters room (she’s now returned) and announce “ I think you should eat me out.” After a few minutes of convincing him that he was in fact NOT BEING PUNKED and my offer was legitimate, I gave him the guidelines. First, we are NOT having sex… he agrees with no problem. Second, I am NOT sucking your dick… he falls to the floor like someone had just stolen his dreams. I tell him I know how selfish this is of me and I will completely understand if he declines. I say, “I will give you 15 min to think about it and I will be back.” 5 Minutes later… I get a message that lets me know his mind his made up. Needless to say… I proceed to the shower He knocks on my door and it’s on! I ask if he would like to turn off the lights and his response “Nope, I like to see my food”