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As she was close she hugged me, kissed my cheek and then stepped back "well, well, well little bro, I'd kind of guessed already it had to be guys with you." She winked and smiled
"What, how, what?" I said flustered
She came close, whispered into my ear "your cheek smells of cum". She turned, walked off and looked back grinning.
Part 8: `Wash your face'
I was suddenly left, standing in the street, stunned. My 22yo sister, looking back at me grinning and winking at me. I had suddenly got more questions than I knew what to do with: 1) was my big sister going to out me to people?; 2) how the fuck did she, unmarried and dating boring bible study group Sean know what cum smelt like; and 3) what the fuck did I look like standing in a street looking this stunned?
At the start of this story I'd mentioned my conservative upbringing, especially on moral matters. My mom fully intended that I'd go to university, come home and marry Emma or Lou from bible study class within a year. `There's no point waiting years when there's children to bring up' she'd say totally oblivious to the fact that despite a few dates, girls never stuck and that I simply was watching sports to check out hot guys. My big sister was more urbane, more with it. But despite all of this 10am on Sunday was church, 7pm Thursday was bible study and the minister loved telling us all how we were all off to hell. The idea of a gay son would shock both my parents and doing the nasty with Jeff even fucking worse.
But that was for later, I was hungry. I got inside the house, shouted "hey" ran and dumped my bag in my room. I quickly skipped into the bathroom and washed my face throughly not wanting anyone else to catch a whiff of cum on my face. I was going to just grab some chips and run upstairs to eat but mom got me. Fried chicken, mac `n cheese and greens. My mothers fried chicken remains a thing of legend. No idea why, though probably the bacon grease she puts into the fryer.
As I ate I almost forgot the strange feeling of my open ass, how it felt, then I remembered, `fuck, you slut' I started to grin and bite into a thigh to cover up the nasty grin.
My phone buzzed a few times in my pocket and after dinner I went to my room, slid the bolt across and checked my messages. The first few from my sister:
Love it!! My gay lil bro. Make sure you wash your face quick' Don't worry your secret is safe, I won't tell anyone' `Anyone I know??'
Anyone she knew? Well yes, but maybe not someone she'd expect. I was relieved. My sister was a lot of things, but kept confidences. I messaged her back:
Don't worry, washed it straight away, please please keep it quiet!! No one you know xx' Btw how'd you know my face smelt of cum. Thought you were saving yourself?'
I looked into the bag Jeff gave me and pulled out three things. My phone buzzed again from my sister:
I know that smell cos I've got a boyfriend!! Saving myself got dull xxx'
I chuckled a bit. I'd underestimated my big sister a bit it seemed. I now looked down at what Jeff had given me. Thee items. The first was a relatively thin pink dildo. It wasn't life like, but was smooth, skin pink in colour. The second was a purple "medium" sized butt plug with Bluetooth and Wi-fi connectivity! What the actual fuck was my straight up reaction'. The third was some silk lube'. I then looked at my messages to find one from Jeff:
"I'm away `till Monday, that's your birthday right? What's in the bag are a few things to train your ass. The dildo isn't that big. Just breath, take your time, trust me you'll get addicted. The butt plug is bigger, obviously. It vibrates and I can control it!! You'll need to have it in your ass: Friday 9pm-11pm; Saturday 9am-11am; and Sunday 3pm-5pm. I might, might buzz you. Be at mine 6pm on Monday. Make sure that plug is in. Don't leave it in your ass for more than two hours ever. USE THE LUBE"
Jeff wasn't good at short snappy messages! But I was kind of stunned. Seriously, dildo? Butt plug? Wearing the leather jock was nasty enough.
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