“Dude I’m in class”

She texted back rather promptly that she was in class, which basically told him that yes, she was just like his mom in the sense she didn’t see anything wrong. If she had noticed, she no doubt would’ve been blowing up his phone that instant.

“Fuck, okay. Look’s like I’m the only one.” He said, cringing again when he heard his sister’s voice leave his mouth. He felt his head spinning, trying to make sense of how all this happened. His eyes darted towards the ring, now sitting safely on one of Emily’s fingers.

He examined it, seeing that one of the four gems had this strange sort of shimmer to it. He had several theories on his head about what that meant, none of which could really be confirmed just yet. He wanted to pull off the ring, but he had this itching feeling at the back of his head it wouldn’t be as easy as it sounded.

He fell back on his bed, feeling Emily’s tits bounce wildly as he did. He held his now delicate feminine hand out towards the ceiling, eyeing the ring on his finger. What the hell was his next move going to be?