It almost tickles.When I nod that I understand, you take your hand from my mouth and lead me into the kitchen. Where the knives are, I can't help but ...hinking. You sit me in a chair and bind me tightly with duct tape. The phone rings. We both share a moment of uneasiness, but pretend to ignore it, both the moment and the phone. Eventually it stops. Probably a telemarketer, I think. With the palm of your hand you spread a final square of tape over my mouth as if you were wiping it away. Keri gave out a little laugh too, then slowly undressed.Oh yeah, my sister is definitely fine. Her statuesque body slowly evolved out her cocoon of clothes. All 5’ 11” of her 135 lb body, her proportions almost perfect with large B cup breasts with nary a hint of sag, the ripples of her abdomen on her flat stomach, the short trimmed patch of very light blond hair covering her pubic mound.I could not stop from staring. Keri noticed and started to cover up. Then with a deep breath straightened. You showed me that the first day.”“I like hanging out with you, too. Even without sex.”“You know, that just doesn’t sound the same coming from a guy,” she said with a smile.“Probably not. And I think two is my limit tonight. Sorry I’ve been a gloomy Gus.”“It’s my fault. I should have just left it alone.”I shook my head, “No, you did the right thing. I promise I’ll figure it out before I come back in April.”We hugged, I paid for our drinks, and then I went upstairs while she went back to her. Since Sandra had been promoted and was moved to this floor, she and Sven met. At first it was just the usual pleasantries. "Hi, nice to meet you, I'll be your new co-worker." But pretty soon they were swapping glances, subtle smiles, suggestive body language and conversations... There was some sexual tension between them, that was obvious, but they kept at a distance because of that pesky "no dating within the office" rule. Sometimes she would tease him by wearing a low-cut blouse and letting.