no, things may get messier

{if GM==1}I push the covers away from my face and groggily **** myself upright with my left elbow. "Did you just pee on me Sis?" I ask, as I take in the view before me: Julia has on a sheer lime-colored camisole, which emphasizes her round orbs and barely covers her navel, and a matching hipster thong, that's apparently soaking wet and still dripping.

"I knew you were pretending to sleep all along," she grins, pushing me back to a supine position.

I attempt to get up again but she moves forward and pushes me back with her full weight. My lanky frame is no match for her well-toned mass. I gaze at her wet thong that's now sparsely dripping on my bare chest. "Aw Sis, look what you've done to ..."

In one swift motion, Julia deftly takes off her wet thong and crams it into my open mouth. The sight of her clean-shaven pussy has completely distracted me from her intentions. "You talk too much, Bro," she says as she heads out of my room. "Prepare yourself for our regular jog in ten minutes," she finally says before slamming the door.

I toss Julia's thong and my soaked boxers onto the laundry basket. I also include my sheets, which were soaked with my sister's pee. Or was it cum? The thought of what just happened sends my cock to rock-hard status. I briefly masturbate to the thought of my sister's clean-shaven pussy.

After ejaculating, I change into jogging clothes. So, that was what 'thong treatment' was all about. No wonder I had nightmares about gagging.

I join Julia who's waiting impatiently outside. She is dressed in a cropped hoodie and yoga shorts. "I think we should also go to the gym today. Looks like jogging isn't enough," she says as we start our routine.

"Why? Are you training for a contest?" I ask, eyeing her toned legs.

She shakes her head. "It's actually for you."

"For me?"

"Well, I can actually overpower you-- and I'm a girl. You're supposed to be stronger than me!"

I agree with her observation without saying anything. Maybe, I would have to lift weights and eat more carbs. Or was that protein?

At the intersection, Julia takes a different route this time, through an old part of town where many of the buildings were boarded up.

I follow her-- my eyes feasting on the view of her derriere. "Is there a gym in this part of town?" I ask innocently.

Just then, a large building comes into view. A slightly burnt signage reads: Gaslight Music Lounge. I try to recall what I read on the net as I stop in front of the old building. The blackened concrete walls indicated that a fire had punctuated whatever existence it had. I stop in front of the building and gaze curiously at what remained of the five-storey structure.

"Why are you stopping?" Julia asks.

I finally muster the courage to ask. "Did mom use to work here?"

{elseif@ GM==0}Please turn on GAME MODE.{endif}