<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;"><em><strong>Name:</strong> Reese Spalding <strong>Location:</strong> Home <strong>Tags:</strong> Soon-to-be-blogger sis</em></span></span><br/><hr/><div class="floatright">(http://media-cache-ec0.pinimg.com/736x/72/b8/d1/72b8d15e083e3b072de0066151588a2e.jpg)</div>A serene trickle of laughter announces my presence in the room. Walking past quintessential piles of stuff that proclaim a boy lives here - clothes of a narrow but evidently comfortable color spectrum, a musky tint in the air that might just betray his frequency of masturbation and wallpaper fodder that was predictably oriented towards scantily-clad women - I reach my sister at her newly appointed station and lace an indelicate kiss to her jaw.<br/><br/>"<strong>Jeez, sis</strong>," admonishment struggles to retain a place in my tone even as I replay your salacious call for help. "<strong>I told you to out us to the world, specifically people whoj can't ground us forever. What if Mom had walked in just now</strong>?"<br/><br/>The merit in that argument suffers just a bit as I grope your delectably lush breasts and my lips embellish the tease by sliding down your neck. "<strong>God, that's just so good</strong>," I purr lacing a naughty little love bite against your pale, beautiful flesh.<br/><br/>Of course, my indefatigable desire to tease you means my hands fly off your body and race across the keyboard to grant you access and the heat between us completely vanishes as I step back with the most evil of smirks.