to Ruby's place

{if GM==1}"But your place is the closest? Right?" I ask.

Ruby nods.

"And it would also be interesting to met your sister, Cherry," I add with a slight grin.

"Then meet her yourself!" she says angrily, giving me another slap on the face. She then runs deeper into the alley and vanishes.

I chase after her towards an unfamiliar building, but don't see any sign of her. I finally reach a well-lighted street. I glance around but don't see anyone resembling Ruby. "Where could she have gone?"

As I cross the street, slowly doing s 360-degree scan of the area, I accidentally bump into another person. "Hey! Watch where you are going!" she yells angrily.

I immediately recognize the voice. "Sorry about what happened a while ago, Ruby," I say, grasping her arm.

"Stay away from me," she yells, as she shakes off my hand.

I stop following her and wonder how she had changed so quickly into a khaki shirt and a blue corduroy mini. There must be a locker room somewhere close by where she changes out of her work clothes. I glance behind, trying to guess where the locker room might be located.

When I glance back, I no longer see Ruby. "Why was I stupid enough to search for the locker room when I could have tailed her towards her house." I continue walking towards the direction where I lost sight of Ruby, noticing that the path was gradually ascending towards a residential area.

I come across three residences but don't see any sign of people entering, or of lights turning on. Maybe I should just get back home before Julia decides to call me again. I walk lazily in the opposite direction, blaming myself for the missed opportunity. I wondered what made her hate her sister that much.

Then I remember that Ruby had added her number to my phonebook. I decide to call her but she does not answer at all. I then send her a text message: "Hi Ruby. Sorry for asking the wrong questions. could I see you tomorrow at the bar?" There's no indication that the message has been seen.

I continue walking towards home, hating every moment of it-- wishing there was some way, like some game, to restart the day that was about to end. As I approach April's Fitness Center, I notice a large old building right across the street. I failed to notice it before. As I come closer, I see a slightly burnt signage that read: Gaslight Music Lounge.

"So here was the building I'd been searching for!" I sigh with relief. I should head back home and maybe find some time tomorrow to explore it further.

A few meters away from home, I see the Julia's silhouette, waiting for me by the door. "So, who was that friend?"

"Name's Rube," I say, not really in the mood to talk to Julia further.

"Is that short for Reuben?" she asks.

I'm really exhausted Sis. Can we just talk about it tomorrow?"

"Sure," she says. "Good night!" I don't reply as I'm to tired to to even change to night clothes. I start snoring in no time.

I hear Julia talking with another woman but I do not see where they are. I try calling out but it appears that I cannot form any word-- like I'm gagged. I try moving my body but it feels like my arms are stretched out and tied to something. The irritating sound of my alarm breaks me out of my nightmare. I am relieved that is was not real. I try to ignore the alarm and pull the covers over my face to mute some of the noise.

As expected, I hear Julia's muffled scream followed by some impatient pounding on my door. I then hear the door open and the padded footsteps of my sister as she walks toward the bedside table.

The quietness is deafening when the alarm is finally silent. I don't hear any more noise from my sister, and I am tempted to move out of the covers, but I **** myself to remain motionless.

Soon, I feel the coolness of the morning air on my legs as I realize that the covers are slowly being drawn upward to expose my lower body.

I hear a slight chuckle from my sister, as the warmth of her hand caresses my thighs. "So, he's still asleep and no amount of noise can wake him up. Let's see how long he can pretend to be asleep." I feel warm air blow against the cotton material of my undies and my cock starts to stand at attention.

Then, I feel the bed shake at the added weight of Julia. I can't figure out her position or what she is doing, but I can feel her skin on my outer thighs. Are those her arms or her legs? Feels like her arms ... What? Is she going to give me a blowjob?

Then, I feel soft flesh around my cockhead. Then I hear Julia's gasp. "Have you been with a someone else?" she asks, trying to shake me awake. "I can smell someone else on you!"

She pulls the covers off my face. "Wake up and tell me where you had been last night!" she commands.

{if GMXX==1}

"I really tried my best to recall, but I can't remember anything about what you called a 'thong treatment'. Can you explain what that means?"

Julia looks at me with an expression I could not decipher.

"Honest, Sis. I really don't know!"

"Nice try, Bro," Julia says with a dismissive gesture. "But I don't believe you've forgotten about the 'thong treatment'.

We both enter the house without saying a word. I proceed to my room and lie down-- my thoughts in a jumble. What really was the 'thong treatment'? There should be a way to make my sister explain it. Was it something she invented herself, or did she learn it from her friends? If it was a fad or some trending sibling punishment, maybe the internet would shed some light on it. I search the web for anything about a 'thong treatment' but I don't find anything significantly explaining both words together.

I decide to stop worrying about such a trivial thing and change to night clothes. As I insert my body between the sheets, a bright idea engulfs me and I start snoring with a smile still etched on my face.

I hear Julia talking with another woman but I do not see where they are. I try to calling out but it appears that I cannot form any word-- like I'm gagged. I try moving my body but it feels like my arms are stretched out and tied to something. The irritating sound of my alarm breaks me out of my nightmare. I am relieved that is was not real. I try to ignore the alarm and pull the covers over my face to mute some of the noise.

As expected, I hear Julia's muffled scream followed by some impatient pounding on my door. I then hear the door open and the padded footsteps of my sister as she walks toward the bedside table.

The quietness is deafening when the alarm is finally silent. I don't hear any more noise from my sister, and I am tempted to move out of the covers, but I **** myself to remain motionless.

Soon, I feel the coolness of the morning air on my legs as I realize that the covers are slowly being drawn upward to expose my lower body.

I hear a slight chuckle from my sister, as the warmth of her hand caresses my thighs. "So, he's still asleep and no amount of noise can wake him up. Let's see how long he can pretend to be asleep." I feel warm air blow against the cotton material of my undies and my cock starts to stand at attention.

Then, I feel the bed shake at the added weight of Julia. I can't figure out her position or what she is doing, but I can feel her skin on my outer thighs. Are those her arms or her legs? Feels like her knees ... What? Is she straddling me?

I hear Julia's slight groan. What is she doing? Is she fingering herself? Then I hear another more prolonged groan-- and finally the sudden gush of warm liquid soaking my cotton boxers.

I could continue my pretense, but it looks like things might get more messy.

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.

{endif}

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