Having brown hair like mine and mum yet hers was long, done in a ponytail, some hair flow front the front sides, looking at her these being the rare t...mes I see her since I left she's been growing up nicely into a proper beautiful lady.She was a pretty girl...That's it really, nothing more to say about her she's my little sister, it would be really fucking weird if I thought anything more of her like that she a kid, a teen. The girl had her head down in her phone doing...Something."Hey, Abby" I. "She smiled gently at me and said quietly "It'd better not be." I woke up at dawn, and my brain was going crazy ... I want this to work, and I think I've come up with a few things that will help ... Homework, I guess." Oooh, like a naughty teacher-student thing? Should I call you Mr. Griffiths?" She leered at me, then looked slightly abashed "Sorry. You're trying to be serious."I couldn't help but laugh. "If you want to role-play that sometime, I'm game, but yes, I'm trying to be serious for a. I didn't realize how you felt about it. I wouldn't know how to ask you. I'd probably mess it up," he laughed."Well, now that it's out in the open, what's left to decide?" She was grinning at him and a tense moment had turned into something lighter."Uhmmm ... I guess we can go to my place, if you'd like to?" OK, that's fine. We sure can't go my place," she laughed.They drove to Bill's apartment, talking to each other as if they were on their way to a movie or a coffee shop. It was a strange. She had to be parted from the slob forthwith. And dissuaded from falling into anyone else’s arms. And to see me as the one closest to her in every way. And that without falling into my arms. Until I could safely command her there. Yes, good, that all sounds quite easy. All it required was an unlimited supply of magic wishes, and I think I had that sorted. I was very discreet about it. So discreet that it hurt. So bloody discreet that I had to whack off with her imaginary face on my gentleman.