The Thaw

You were on the couch, watching a rerun of Drag Race, when Amanda came out of the bedroom, wearing just a sheer pink robe. God, she looked so beautiful, you thought. And so out of reach.

She looked at the screen, reaching down to absently pet your blonde wig. You froze. She hadn't talked to you much since the incident, much less touch you. You could smell sex on her, recent to boot.

"Where's Kendi?" you asked tentatively. She smirked, taking your hand and walking to the bedroom. She opened the door and you saw the stout African bull, on his back, snoring softly. God his cock was monstrous even soft, you thought.

She led you back to the couch, and you rested your head on her thigh, and she petted you.

"Looking forward to titties?" she asked you, her lip curling in a teasing manner.

"Yeah," you said hesitantly. "I'm ... I'm sorry."

"I know you are," Amanda said, sighing slightly. "But I'm just ... disappointed. My sister for fuck's sake, Dani. The only pussy you should be eating is mine."

You paused, looking up into her eyes. She chuckled.

"Not yet."