Despite having gone twice that evening already (and once that morning, if we’re being honest) just seeing my sister was enough to rouse my penis again. “Come in,” I said, and she slipped in still wearing her date clothes. Xxx There are lots of nasty things you can say about my sister, but she’s really serious about this Chastity Club. New blood, even from the Godless state of New York, is still attractive, and with her looks, my sister could have her pick of any guy, so less than a week after Brad moved here, the two were dating. She shushed me, worriedly, and we both broke out in the giggles again. I wasn’t complaining at all, but her behaviour was weirding me out a bit, and I wanted to make sure that what happened was her choice, that I wasn’t forcing her into anything.
