Nope!

"You hungry?" Grace asks, casual as could be.

"Actually...I could eat." You reply. "I don't want to be trouble though."

"No trouble." She assures you. "We must have just missed that big accident, we've only been home an hour or so."

"Lucky."

She heads off toward the corner where the kitchen was. Grace's cabin was basically one large room with a small bedroom and washroom along the North wall. Kitchen, dining area, living room, writing area and entryway were all open and connected. The floors were hardwood with various rugs place here and there. There was a sort of homey country farmhouse decor to the place, bits of kitsch lined the walls and shelves. Everything was organized and tidy. The main feature of the whole combined area was a brick fireplace along the South wall of the living room.

You kick off your boots. Picking up your jacket you hang it up then bring the thermos and place it on the kitchen counter as Grace pulled out a plate of leftover lasagna for you. Glancing toward the open bathroom door you see Chantal looking back at you over her shoulder, she was completely naked now. Her tight bubble butt was a sight to behold! She gives you a teasing grin then steps into the shower.

"Woah." You mutter under your breath as you turn back to your sister.

She had been watching you ogle the girl. "She's pretty, isn't she?"

"Yeah, very pretty. A bit too pretty actually, what's she doing walking the streets?"

"I'm only her fourth client. She just started last week." Grace informs you as she turns on the microwave. "She said she got laid off a couple months ago and is just doing this until she gets back on her feet. This and stripping. She says she enjoys the work though. I guess she's an actress, wants to move out to LA to get discovered. I guess she's already got a contact for some potential modeling work out there."

You raise an eyebrow. "Modeling?" You'd bet everything you owned that it was x-rated modeling. "She's got big dreams."

"As everyone ought to." Your idealistic sister replies.

You sit at the table and stare out over the lake through the back window. The sun was now setting and the forested hills along the far shore shone pink and orange. Before long the steaming slice of lasagna is place in front of you along with knife, fork, and a tall glass of ginger ale.

You chuckle as you dig into the food. "You and your ginger ale."

She sits across from you with a pleasant smile. Teasing her about her favorite drink was a long time thing between the pair of you. This hiss of water continues from the washroom as you eat your meal.

"Will you...need anything?" Grace asks. "I'm going to unfold the hide-a-bed and bring out some pillows and blankets. Fantas...Chantal has condoms. Um...do you want music or...a fire?" She motions toward the fireplace.

You shake your head. "It's just sex Grace. Besides, this is your night. You tell us what you want. If you want music and a fire, go for it."

"I think I will." She says. "Do you like it when it's romantic?"

"Sure, if I really like the girl."

"Do you really like Chantal?"

You chuckle. "I just met the girl Grace."

"Do you like black girls Andy?"

"Oh yeah. Black, Asian, White...it's all great to me. Best lover I ever had was full blood Shawnee. Remember Lily?"

She nods then leans in, hyper interested in what you were saying. She seemed absolutely bubbling over with inquisitiveness. "I liked Lily. Why was she your best lover?"

You shrug. "Just a free spirit."

"A free spirit makes a good lover?"

"Well...yeah, I guess. I don't know Grace. I didn't know I was going to be tested on this stuff." You both laugh.

"Free spirited sounds good. Do you...um...what kind of sex do you like?"

"What kind?"

"Yeah like...rough or gentle or fast or...kinky." She scoots even further forward and peppers you with another question before you'd even answered the previous one. "Do you like big breasts Andy?"

"Oh geez." You pause before slowly taking another bite. "You are not going to make this easy. You're going ask these questions all night?"

She nods. "Yes. I want to learn. I have so many questions. This is research, remember? I don't want to leave any stone unturned."

"Your brother really isn't the one you should be having this conversation with." You take a swig of ginger ale.

"Why not?" She blinks a few times quizzically. "What's wrong with asking questions?"

"Well...nothing, I guess. It's just weird. You're my sister."

"I know. Thank you for this." She tilts her head and after a quiet moment says. "You're my best friend Andy, you know that right?"

"I know."

"If I can't ask you...then who?"

"Okay, I'll do my best." You sigh. "And yes, I like big breasts. Small ones too. I'm not exactly picky."

"Chantal's are small. You like that...yes?"

"I haven't seen Chantal's. It's not all about size Grace. There's shape and...all sorts of things." You say. "But yeah, I told you. I'm not that picky. Chantal's look nice, from what I can tell."

"You looked at her butt. Do you like butts better?"

You could not believe you were having this conversation with your bashful little sister. "Butts are great. Breasts are great. It's all great."

"My butt is fatter than Chantal's."

"That's not necessarily a bad thing." You quip. Honestly, you didn't mind a bit more ass on a woman. In fact you quite liked it.

"What about..." She subtly straightens in her seat. "What about...my size of breasts?" She gazes at you searchingly. "Are they good? Do you like them? Do most men like this size of breasts? Tell the real truth, like how guys would say to each other when there are no women around. I need the truth Andy."

"Grace, you are a very beautiful woman. Your breasts are...great...just great." Through her thick wool sweater they were just two big lumps right now, but you had seen her in a swimming suit and you knew your sis had a fantastic rack on her. You shovel another fork full of pasta, sauce, and cheese into your maw and pray the awkward questions ended soon.

Grace glances toward the washroom once, ensuring she had privacy, before hurrying to say. "C-can I tell you something Andy? Something I never told anyone."

"Mm? Yeah, of course." You say with a full mouth. "Anything Sis."

"Uh...he he he...you see..." She nibbles her lip and straightens her glasses, she looked flustered once more. "...he he he...oh dear...uhhh..."

"Mm?" You swallow. "What is it?"

Just then the shower shuts off and you could hear Chantal griping about the finicky hot water tap. She was clearly not used to country living.

Grace giggles and shakes her head. "Never mind."

"No, come on."

She glances again toward the washroom, which was behind you, then says. "I just...I think you look good without the beard. That's all."

That was absolutely NOT what she was about to say but at this point Chantal was drying off and could hear every word being spoken in the tiny home. She says from the washroom. "Hey, you want me to get dressed again or are we getting right to it?"

"Oh! Uh, do you mind being naked?" She looks at you. "Do you want to take her clothes off yourself?"

"Do you?" You respond. "She's your girl."

She giggles and looks a bit embarrassed. "I kinda do actually. Yes Chantal, just dress up a bit so I can undress you."

"Panties and shirt enough?"

"And skirt please. Oh! And stockings."

Chantal chuckles and says under her breath. "This has got to be the weirdest trick ever." She wasn't wrong. The pair of you would be akin to lab rats performing for your sister's curiosity. This was certainly going to be a one of a kind experience.

Glancing over your shoulder you watch the young hooker dry her hair. She made no attempt to cover up, she was certainly a woman comfortable with her sexuality. Her body was longer and leaner than your sister's with much more subtle curves. Her small pouting breasts were definitely in the A cup range, comparatively her dark nipples were large and jutted almost a half inch out from the silver dollar sized areola. She had a dark patch of bush, neither wild nor obviously trimmed. She had a nice body, not Hollywood nice, but sexy in that real world sort of way. Unless she had some crazy level of talent LA, if she ever made it, would eat this girl up and spit her out.

"We think you're very pretty Chantal." Grace says, though her eyes were more on you than her.

"Damn right." She quips back with a wink.

As you polish off your meal and swig down the rest of your drink. "I'm gonna clean up. You two have fun." You set the plate and glass into the sink and stride back across the room. You wait by the door as Chantal walks out carrying her clothes in a bundle against her chest. Seeing her up close you were glad you asked her to shower. She looked far better without the makeup. A spattering of freckles were now visible across her nose and cheeks and even up between her thick eyebrows. They were lovely and gave her face real character, though the talent agents out West probably wouldn't feel the same way. A healthy glossy long mane of curly black hair was reminiscent of a Season 3 Denise Huxtable.

She pauses and looks at you with an impish smile. "Better?"

You grin. "Much better."

She clacks her teeth with a playful bite. "See you soon big guy. Don't keep me waiting." She moves from the doorway so you could enter.

Behind you your sister turns her battery of questions onto Chantal. "Are you excited? Do you think my brother is handsome?"

Swinging the door closed you slide the small bolt lock into place. You stare at yourself in the mirror. "What are ya doin Andy?" You whisper to yourself. Your head was telling you to get out of here but your heart and your dick outvoted it two to one.