The Love Shared - S01 E08

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The Love Shared - S01 E08

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"They're making fun of you now Bobbie, but secretly, they want to see them nipples, they'll wish you never wore a bra. I told her. "Why?" she asked. Mom cast a dark look at me, and maybe Bobbie was too mentally innocent to be corrupted but then maybe she wasn't

"Well because boys like boobies." I told her as she stuffed her mouth with pancake, "Does that mean I'm supposed to like willies?" she asked. Mois eyes had slammed shut, and I know that she desperately wanted to call a stop to the conversation, but I kept on playing with her curious mind. "Maybe," said, 'Or maybe you'll like boobies too."

She thought for a moment, chewing her mouth-full before saying: "No, I think I like dick better."

Despite the eyebrow raising conversation that was going on downstairs, I decided waiting for the pancakes to be re-done whilst checking my emails was a good option. Zak had said that he was going to dedicate this weekend to trying to find more videos online of Miss. Whittle, I told him that thought the video he found was a one time thing but he didn't seem convinced. His bin was going to be full of tissues during this research.

There was another email in my inbox from FRAM, but this one had a subject titled 'Doc!', I scanned the email with anti-virus and it came back clean, so I opened it. In it was a short paragraph:

Doc,

You probably deleted the last email I sent because you didn't trust it. That's cool, no worries.

It's Faye. FRAM is my screen name. I got your email through a friend and had to talk to you.

Basically, what're you playing at? Our parents have this idea that you can come round here and tutor me. I don't need tutoring. I've never needed tutoring.

No offence, but what have you said? Is this afternoon going to be some kind of weird date?

Reply ASAP

FRAM.

PS-You call yourself Doc? :-/

I stared at the email for a good two minutes, Faye was thinking that I set this up. Would she believe me if I told her that I didn't? No, probably not. But she seemned smarter than I originally thought No, probably not. But she seemed smarter than I originally thought she was, I had to play this right, not for the sake of her being my obsession, but for the sake of getting a camera in there to see what was going on. So I sucked in a deep breath and began typing,

FRAM,

I was told about tutoring you yesterday by my mother, it seems as though all of this was your mothers Idea as it was her who asked. Why your mother thinks I give a damn about the industrial revolution, I don't know, but apparently you're struggling.

I'd love to change the plans but with your mother being at the helm of it then I can't imagine her taking it too kindly, she'll probably blame you so it's best if show my face, even if it's just to check over your work.

Doc is a name I've had for years, BTW. And what is FRAM supposed to mean?

I hit send and left the bedroom, on my way out I had a quick peek through the telescope, Faye was led on her bed with her laptop. She seemed to be typing pretty quickly, it was probably a scathing

reply to my email. Later was going to be fun, I thought to myself. I walked across the landing to the top of the stairs, Dad was now occupying the bathroom and a brief feeling of hatred swept through me as I continued downstairs. The smell of pancakes filled my nostrils as I entered the kitchen, there was a nice little stack on a plate for me next to a mug of coffee, Morm was standing at the back door and I went up behind her and slid my hands underneath the jersey, her nipples were standing on

end, you could hang a wet towel on them if you wanted to.

*Thank you for the pancakes." I said. She turned to me and kissed me on the forehead as I dropped my hands and went to the table.

That's when Bobbie came into the kitchen wearing Mom's bra. My eyes locked themselves on her body, she wore her jeans and seemingly nothing else, Mom's bra hung off her chest like a rucksack on backward. Her puffy little breasts were in plain sight and her nipples were pointed towards me.

"This is what a lady wears, and after today, I will be a lady." she told me.

Her dirty blonde hair was tied back in a tight ponytail, her big blue eyes stared back at me as she learned against a chair. I dropped into my seat and did so with a throbbing erection, pancakes may have been on my plate but they weren't on my mind. This strange back and fourth between me and my sister was reaching new heights, I knew where it began but what I couldn't predict was where it was going to end..

Morm walked back into the kitchen and stopped in her tracks,

"Bobbie, what the hell?" she yelled. Mom didn't swear much at all, if she did it was usually aimed at Dad and it was always under her breath. I was surprised though that seeing Bobbie stood in the kitchen like she was didn't raise a fuck'

Bobbie turned around and left the kitchen, "Mom," I started, "She used to wear your clothes all the time." I said.

"But she's older now, she has to learn that standing in the kitchen with your boobs out isn't very lady like." she said, I couldn't help but smile, the thought of fucking her earlier whilst she stood at the stove flashed into my mind. Mom sensed my thinking and lightly slapped me on the back of the head, "That wasn't lady like, that was adult fun." she told me.

After clearing my plate I headed up stairs, I stopped by Bobbie's room on the way to mine and pushed open her door. She was sitting on her bed with her legs crossed, still in Mom's bra and still with her breasts on full display while the bra hung in her lap.

"What's up Bob?" I asked, she hated me calling her Bob, but was in too much of a sulk to put up much of a protest and shout at me. "Mom shouted at me. I was only seeing what it would look like."

she muttered. My eyes fell down onto her chest again, with the way she was developing I had a strong feeling that she was going to grow up and have a huge pair of breasts, just like Mommy.

"When you were younger it was a little more acceptable for you to run around half naked, but now you're older, it's not such a hot Idea." I told her, as any responsible big brother would have. She looked up at me a big pair of puppy-dog blue eyes, "But you've never shouted at me." she said with a slight whine.

"Well, I'm your big brother. It's not my job to moan at you whenever I see your boobs. It's my job to make sure some half-wit boy doesn't get to see them. As I spoke she took off Mom's bra and tossed it onto the floor, she then got on all fours and crawled to the edge of her bed bringing her ass around to face me. The waistband on her jeans was riding a little low and the crease of her ass was poking out of the top. She seemed to fumble for a moment before reaching down into a drawer at the side of her bed and bringing out a t-shirt.

I pictured kissing her nipples one after the other, holding onto her back side as my tongue ran over her breasts. Pinching her nipples between my teeth as I slid my hands down the back of her jeans to feel her peachy cheeks.

My erection started to grow in my pyjama pants and I knew that it was time to get out of there, I stood up from the bed as she turned to face me. "Say goodbye to my boobies," she told me. My eyes dropped to her nipples once again, words were trying to escape my throat but I couldn't say a thing. Her eyes then dropped to my my throat but I couldn't say a thing. Her eyes then dropped to my crotch, and before she could realise what she was looking at, I

turned and left the room.