“Yeah, and I’m not the only one who thinks that. Everyone thinks you’re hot,” He said. “I’m sure even gay guys think you’re hot. You can turn a gay guy to straight.”
“You know someone’s attractiveness is lots more than just looks.” Vivian said.
“That’s what I normally thought during high school days,” He said. “I thought once I got into university, everything would be different. Yet here I am: different fucking school, same shits.”
“Trust me, I know,” Vivian said, her hand dropping onto johns leg.
“How do you know?” He asked, knowing her high school experience had been substantially different from his.
“How do I know? You know how everyone sees you as smart, but that’s all they see?” She asked.
“Yeah.” John replied.
“Everyone sees me as a hot chick athlete,” Vivian said. “And nothing else.”
“And that’s bad?” John asked.
“I don’t know why but nobody ever notices my intellect. They don’t even care if I am smart or not,” Vivian said. “They just see me as a babe playing basketball, whose ass looks nice in shorts.”
“I’ve never thought of you that way.” John said.
“Guys also assume I’m a sure thing.” Vivian pointed out.
“I guess,” John said, never having thought his sister had any problems. Certainly not any social ones.
“And the disturbing part of all these is whenever I turn a guy down, he automatically asks if I’m a lesbian.”
“Every guy’s dream,” John joked. “Fucking a lesbian so she becomes straight.”
“You guys are all the same,” Vivian said, shaking her head and giving john’s leg a squeeze.
“Yes, we really are,” John said, placing his hand on the side of Vivian’s leg and feeling the sheer silkiness of her yellow pantyhose.
“Actually, I don’t think you are as bad as most guys out there. I think it’s cool that you’re waiting for someone who really touches your heart to make your first time special.” Vivian said.
“Most guys would call me a pussy for wanting that, instead of just banging some fox out there and moving on,” John shrugged, wishing he could move his hand up and down his sister’s pantyhose-clad legs. But he didn’t, for obvious reasons.
“In hindsight, I wish I’d waited too,” she said, resting her head onto John’s shoulder.
“You do?” he asked.
“Yeah, doing it in the backseat of Stephanie’s car all cluttered with fast food containers wasn’t very romantic.” Vivian said.
“I guess not.” Said John.
“And both he and the sex were completely forgettable.” Vivian added
“That’s a shame.” said John.
“Yeah, and he only lasted less than two minutes. He couldn’t even make me cum. He just satisfied himself.” Vivian said.
“That’s such a pussy!” John gasped, hoping he do last much longer in his first time. He do jerked off four times that very day, hoping it would help him last longer on the night and satisfy Isabella.
“Yeah, and I didn’t even come close to getting off,” Vivian added. “And after he finished, he just drove me home, without saying anything to me. Not even a Good night’.”
“That’s bad,” John said as Vivian stood up, her nylon-clad leg rubbing against his leg.
“Let’s go.” Vivian said.
“Where are we going?” John asked.
“If you don’t mind, I will like you to walk me back to my hostel,” Vivian said. “I don’t need to be anywhere near this one from today.”
“Because of you? No way would I ever mind doing anything you wanted me to,” Johm said. He stood up and she snuggled her arm inside his. John thought It would have been so romantic if she weren’t his sister, and he hadn’t just seen his now girlfriend getting spit roasted.
“Really? In that case, I want you to be a better guy than all the other guys around here.” Vivian said.
“How would I do that?” John asked.
“It’s not that hard. Just be who you already are,” Vivian said, “but also make sure the girl you’re with gets off too.”
“I couldn’t imagine ever not doing that!” John said even though he wasn’t sure of his capabilities.
“Then you’re part of a minority of nice guys. And I’m sorry, but you are nice… really nice… and I’m not underrating you by calling you that.” Vivian said.
“Really?”
“Yeah, really. Would you like to hear a true confession?” Vivian asked, raising her eyes brow.
“Sure, if it’s something you want to tell me.” John replied.
“I’ve never cum from having sex with a guy. o don’t know what orgasm feel like.”
“But you have with a girl?” John asked.
“I didn’t say that, you pervert,” Vivian scolded playfully, squeezing his arm.
“You didn’t say it either,” John countered, a visual of his sister having lesbian sex a very hot one.
“Fine, nosey! I’ve only ever cum from using my fingers, my toys, and with another girl,” she said. “Is that what you wanted to hear?”
“Um, that’s not exactly what I wanted to hear about my sister,” He pointed out, and then he slyly adjusted myself while we continued walking.
“Did you just adjust yourself?” Vivian asked.
“I plead the Fifth,” John grinned sheepishly.
“That’s an American thing,” she pointed out. “We live in New Brunswick.”
“I still plead the Fifth,” John said. “But it’s terrible that no man has ever been a real man for you.”
“Tell me about it!” Vivian said, looking up at John.
“If you were not my sister…” John said, and just then realized what he was about to say and stopped in mid sentence just as they reached her hostel.
She halted immediately. Turned to look John in the eye. John back looked at her and saw how hot she was! “Finish what you wanted to say. If I were not your sister… then what would happen?”
John had no idea what to say. What He shouldn’t say was right on the tip of his tongue, since he had often jerked off picturing them fooling around, and he had read lots of incest stories about siblings while imagining him and Vivian were the characters. He finally blurted out the only logical thing he could think of at that moment “But you are my sister.”
“Yes, I know. You don’t have to remind me that. Continue with what you want to say. But what if I wasn’t?” Vivian asked, seeming to be slightly flirting with john for the first time in their lives.
“I don’t think you’ll like me anymore if I answer that question. You will hate me.” John said and started walking away while once again adjusting his dick which was now waking up from sleep. Vivian was always hot, but in her current outfit she look like a complete sexy goddess.
“I won’t? Try me,” Vivian urged, quickly catching up with John and taking his hand in hers which felt both oddly strange and equally natural to John, even more natural than Isabella’s hand been entwined with mine. “But first of all, let’s go up to my room.”
“Seriously?” John asked.
“Yes, it’s getting cold out here.” Vivian said and chuckled.
“Yeah, I guess it is,” John agreed, following her into the female hostel. “But am a guy. Am I lagally allowed in here?” John asked.
“Sure,” Vivian answered as they walked upstairs to the second floor while john got an amazing peek at his sister’s legs from behind, in her sexy yellow pantyhose.
To his surprise, Vivian really did live in a small room. They entered a small but nicely appointed living room that had a couple more doors, probably leading to her bedroom and as well as bathroom. It was unlike John’s lodge which was just a big bedroom with a small desk attached to the wall and a large, shared bathroom down the hall. Once they stepped into the room, Vivian went to her desk minifridge and grabbed two beers while John sat down on the sofa. She handed john a can of beer, remove her heels, sank her ass down next to John, and then totally surprising him by rotating her body around and dropped her feet onto his lap.