Tabitha

“Oh, hey Tabitha.” You say, deciding on being the protector of your little sister. I mean, you aren’t gay, so that was out, and having sex too early in a horror movie was almost always an indicator of who was getting offed soon. And hell you always had a soft spot for the name Tabitha anyway.

The blob morphs into a short brunette with pigtails. Her eyes are blue, and her body. ‘Damn…’ you think, maybe I should have made her my girlfriend.

“Oh hey? Is that all you can say? I mean what if I walked around all day half naked?” She asks, then winks at you.

You blink at the wink and then decide to change subjects, “So, Tabitha, where are you off to?” You ask, eying her tight body in the leotard she wore. A leotard that really hid nothing.

“What are you talking about going? Don’t you hear the storm outside? I’m going nowhere. Mom and Dad are stuck in the city so we’re stuck out here practically in the middle of nowhere. And since you are the oldest you have to make us some dinner.”

Again you blink and then glance at the window. Yes it’s pouring outside, rather badly.

But Tabitha keeps talking, “I’m just glad that our friends were able to get here before the storm got really bad.”

“Hmm?” You say, looking back at your sister.

“Remember we have the generator. You are such a doof.” She says, but with a loving smile. “If it’s not on a computer screen, or something to do with freestyle swimming you are lost, huh?”

“Hey now, Tabitha, that’s not fair…” You say, a little annoyed.

Tabitha pouts, “Don’t be mad at me.”

You grin at the cute pout, “You know I can’t be mad at you for long.”

Her smile is back, and she giggles. She steps up to you, “You know…I think my friend Amy likes you. Like…a lot. Should…”

The blue floating prompts pop up again:

“I tell her about our secret?”
“I try and hook you two up?”
“I try and seduce her?”