<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> A dinner to remember</em></span></span><br/><hr/><div class="floatright">(http://cs618829.vk.me/v618829147/16e88/_llsAdvkGs8.jpg)</div><br/>'<em>Oh for Christ's sake, did she have to be a lesbian?!</em>'<br/><br/>I know I have no right to play victim to sexual frustration. Hell, I should be the punching bag for pent-up virgins, jealous boyfriends, unsatisfied husbands and, well, every man on earth. But there is one forbidden candy even I can't wrap my mouth around.<br/><br/>Goddamn Andi.<br/><br/>She is a sublime seductress, and she knows it. Her reasons to forgo men are still a mystery. My attempts to part the veil have forever been unsuccessful although it has contributed to an exhilarating dynamic between us. I can't have her, but I am offered salacious little bites.<br/><br/>Like watching her ass in that body hugging dress.<br/><br/>"<strong>Hmm.. sounds like you don't trust my capability to entertain my sis, Andi</strong>," I search for contentment with today's daily dose, mapping those ill-disciplined curves that ridicule the notion of trying to hide them.<br/><br/>Like that was ever possible.<br/><br/>I ease forward for a supposedly innocent hug, but there is an intruder. A nice, warm, long and hard one pressing into the crevice of her cheeks for the slightest moment. "<strong>You're the only one that doesn't want to play my games</strong>," I purr and slip away. A little victory that would soon stir an all-out war.<br/><br/>Mother gets my attention next. Another chaste kiss that doesn't stay so for too long once I lean in closer. "<strong>Blame her if you're feeling that</strong>. You brought her into a family with two impressionable teenagers," I smirk unabashedly before leaping away to the hall and avoiding the repercussions for now.<br/><br/>"<strong>Hey, sis...</strong>"<br/><br/><br/>