"I was sceptical," Brenda admitted as we walked, "but you've a keeper there. I don't think Teri's going to think the grass greener elsewhere. How old ...s she, anyway?" Twenty seven, almost eight," I said. "Nine years between us." No big deal," Brenda muttered thoughtfully."Hope not," I responded.A few phone-calls and an appointment with the Register office the next day. An afternoon's work and home, to find Teri in the kitchen. "Bolognese," she said with a smile, "half an hour to let the. "Sure! Come on in!" I say.She opens the door, and, my jaw hits the floor, my sister, my beautiful sister is standing before me, wearing a purple, satin, and, black lace teddy, which is showing off her just the right amount of cleavage."Do you like?" She says, doing a little twirl."What are you doing, Stef?" I ask, standing up to greet her.She says nothing, and, just leans in, and, softly kisses my mouth."Is this what you want, Steve? Do you want me, Steve? Tell me you want me, Steve!" She says,. She sighed and breathed heavily as I played with her tits and pinched at her erect nipples.My hand moved further down her bare body and across her stomach, where it stopped. Maya looked up and wondered why I stopped. "Just wait for good things come to those who wait" I said. She moaned as my hand moved over to the side and over her hip and I gripped her ass.My hand was now under her and I was massaging her buttocks. She writhed and groaned with lustful pleasure. Her pussy was getting. I was horrified to find it was empty! There were no sent messages at all - or, rather, my drunk self was clever enough to realise my sober self would look there, and had cleared the list!The chilling fact was that it almost certainly indicated I had sent a text while drunk, and had not wanted me to read it, so the key to my freedom really was in the hands of someone else, and I had no way to know who!I went back into the house, trying to think who it might have been. I tried a few friends, not.