We became very close like sext buddies. I would go mad of her thighs as she had sexy thighs.A few days back, I had vacations and came back to Bangalor.... We had been texting every night. On one night around 10 pm, our conversation went like this –Me: I wish I was there beside you.Mansi: You know what!! You are always allowed to come to my room. Dare you! :PMe: Okay, give me the address then. ;)Mansi: *address*.Me: Will be there in less than 1 hour. Keep the doors open, baby!Mansi: waiting! (kiss. Two hours later, I had come back home with a new canvas picture. Onefeaturing Becca, Kayleigh, Sarah and I from Saturday night. It was frombefore I "became" Sophie but I loved it.I then realised that I hadn't even looked at my mobile today, it wasstill in my bedroom. I checked it and it was full of text messages frompeople who were here last night, I sent a generic text to all of them,thanking them for being there for me, that Becca had looked after me andthat I would let them know when I had. I always had an attraction to my sister who I thought was the most beautiful girl I had ever known. I hated that she was my sister. I fantasized her being just some girl and I would fuck her brains out. But alas, she still was my sister. My attraction to her began at a fairly early age. I had to be around 5 and making her 3. Our parents had gotten into a terrible fight which they did a lot of when they were together. My sister woke up and became frightened so she came to my room. She was crying. And, if I was, why wasn't it happening immediately? When the serum ran out, it was a pretty fast transition into...“Oh, my pussykitty is so hungry.” I stood up, juices dripping down my thighs.I had to stop myself. I couldn't give into my bimboness. Not with Frank in the lavatory fucking Donna. I could hear them moan. The flight attendant gave the lavatory door strange looks, her cheeks crimson. I gave her a big, happy smile. I wanted to make her feel good. To pet her pussykitty. I bet it needed.