Betty was in the middle, curled in a little ball, asleep. I had told Mom to send Betty to my bed. Obviously, she had. I pulled back the sheets, took B...tty’s ankles in each hand and pulled her to the edge of the bed.“What? What?” she said, startled, as she tried to awaken.“Come on, sis. Training time.”She put her head on my shoulder as I carried her into the living room and lay her in front of the fireplace. Its embers were almost gone but I threw on some more Aspen logs and soon had a great. She and I were like brother and sister. She was a few years younger than me. She stood about 5 foot tall with a very nice ass and great body. I always tried to get her in bed but she always refused saying she didn't want to lose our friendship. Katja and I talked for hours drinking and having a good time just watching TV and talking. About midnight my phone rang again and it was Giesela. She said that she was lookign for hours for me and had finally found where I was. I looked out the window. “Should I be worried?” I asked her across the kitchen table.“About Yogi Marcel,” she asked, not realizing how silly she sounded. I couldn’t help but chuckle.“Yogi? Is he smarter than the average bear?” I fired back, sure that my wit would win me some Brownie points.“Huh? Bear?” she had an angry look on her face until she figured out my joke. “Oh. Yogi Bear. Cute. He’s a yoga master, so he is known as a Yogi. It’s a title, you know, a sign of respect.”“Yes, I know what a title is,” I replied,. I went back to reading and my hand went back to rubbing her belly. On my next upper stroke just before I would have touched the underside of her boob...She shifted position and my hand landed upon her nipple... I froze, it was hard, I could not seem to control my fingers they curled to cup her soft boob. I could feel myself getting hard. When she had changed position it had pulled my shorts up just enough that my cock was touching the soft skin of her inner thighs. I could feel her bare butt on.