Some More Changes

It looked like my luck took a turn for the better. After a brief tutorial on how to operate the surprisingly simple machine, Diana was once again sitting down, in a totally mindless trance.

I stared at his sister. Her perfect tits sitting there, asking to be grabbed, but I knew I couldn't. I couldn't risk waking her up again. I have some safety net with her new found trust towards me, but still, it best I take it slow from now on.

After some reflection, I realized that I got ahead of myself. Yes, I was a perverted fuck, but Diana was still my sister. I could never turn her into a "****." The thought that I had even tried to actually do that made me shutter. It's one thing to fantasize, but to actually do? What was I thinking?

I could never go to that level, at least not yet.

But still, she has some nice tits. Not too big, not too small, just perfect yknow?

Anyways, enough getting distracted--I had work to do. I went over to the control terminal and saw the program working away. I had quite a bit of time left before she finished, so I really wanted to think about this. I couldn't just change her mind all willy nilly. Again, I still love Diana. We grew up together. That was still my sister.

Still, despite that, I needed a way to grab her tits. Suddenly, I had an idea. I wrote the following:

It is normal for siblings to sleep in the same bed.

It is also normal for siblings to cuddle for warmth.

These new facts implanted into Diana, along with what I added before, would hopefully make bedtime very interesting. Now, all he had to do was wait until night. I took this time to go to the thermostat and stick it on the coldest setting before breaking the knob off.

I then set off to work, hoping my boss will believe my flimsy excuse for my own tardyness.

I arrived back home around 7 PM and brought home dinner. The day had made me tired, but my eagerness for this scheme left me in a weird state of being wide awake at the same time.

I opened the door and didn't see Diana in the living room. Closing the door behind me, I realized something: in Diana's head, it is perfectly normal to be naked when at home. That rule didn't only apply to herself. So, I took this opportunity to strip naked, feeling a moment of freedom.

This household was soon to be under my control. Even if I decided not to corrupt Diana too much, I would still be in control. I wore the pants in the house, metaphorically at least.

Still, I looked for Diana, but she was unable to be seen anywhere. She was not in her room, the kitchen, or the bathroom. Maybe she had gone out for the day?

I went to the room to go settle down when I noticed Diana's petite ass laying on my bed. She was on her stomach facing away from me, quickly typing away on her laptop, giving me an exclusive view of her tight rear end. I never noticed she had a freckle there, I thought to himself.

Before I said anything, I took one last look at her cute little ass. Oh, how I so so so much wanted to just reach out and smack it. It was right within arms reach. But I had to keep his cool, at least for now.

"Hey sis. Whatchya doing in here?" I asked.

"What do you mean silly? I live here!" she answered, playfully obvious.

"No, I mean, in here specifically?" I rebuttaled.

"Oh, I was getting kind of tired working at my desk, so I just came over here to work while I layed down on our bed."

Our bed? It really worked! It still catches me off guard every time.

I looked around the room and noticed Diana had moved some of her stuff here, including some of her clothes. There was a used pair of panties laid in a crumpled bunch in the middle of the ground. It seemed that Diana stripped immediately after she got home.

"Well, I brought dinner. Lets go eat."

Dinner was weird. Dianna and I were raised in a very traditional household with our younger sister and mom. We all met at the dinner table strictly at 7:30 on the dot every single night. If you were late, you did not eat until breakfast. Diana and I kind of carried on this tradition. We always had a family style dinner every night at around 7:30. Of course if you were late, that was okay. We'd sit at the table and talk about our day.

But today was different in a weird way. We were both completely nude, but other than that, dinner seemed to be going normal. I asked Diana about her day and she quickly recounted how she went around town to collect data for a research paper on the environment. Diana was always environmentally conscious growing up.

Anyways, I then told her about my day. You know, dinner as usual.

Well, dinner as usual until Diana tried to retell a joke that she had read online. Let me tell you something about Diana. She's smart, but she also has a really weird sense of humor. She doesn't like most jokes, but when she finds something funny, she'll be cackling about it for hours. This made it especially hard for Diana to tell her joke, as she kept laughing through her words. I couldn't understand her if I tried, but that doesn't matter, because I wasn't trying to listen.

Instead, I was too focused staring at her breast jiggle with each laugh that escaped her mouth. I hid my boner benath the table. To make matters worse (or better, from a certain perspective) her outburst caused her to drop some food on her breast, but she didn't seem to notice. She just kept laughing. Eventually, she caught my gaze.

She thought I was looking at the food on her breast, but, in reality, I was just using taking it all in. Her hands were messy from eating and she didn't have a napkin.

"Diana, let me get that for you!"

Being the trustful brother I am, Diana saw no problem with this. She leaned over the table, giving me a much different view on her ample cleavage. Taking this as my chance, I reached over and wiped the food off of her soft, fleshy tits with my bare hand, doing all I could to make sure I _really _got every last drop.

(Side note: Despite what I was told by various sources, they did not feel like bags of sand.)

She stared in confusion as I essentially groped her tit with no napkin to clean up the food. I realized I overstepped my bounds, and did my best to move past the subject. She seemed uneasy for a while, but I guess the fact that she was naked all the time had the side effect of lowering her inhibiton towards certain taboos. Time went on and eventually we finished up, Diana mentioning how cold it was numerous times.

I got into my bed, still not completely confident Diana would follow through. There was a part of me that thought she would realize how stupid she was being and go back to her room.

But to my surprise, and to my delight, she shortly followed me in. I had stuck the thick blanket into the wash earlier, leaving us with only a thin comforter to keep ourselves warm. Well, a comforter and each other.

She took a second to examine herself in the mirror. I could see how cold she was. Her pink nipples pierced the air. They looked so flawless and delicate. Her perfectly sized areola was clearly visible in the light, each bump of the skin visible for my eyes and my eyes only.

Her milky skin was so perfect and smooth. No imperfection. Every impurity of the skin seemed perfectly placed and thought out.

She noticed me staring at her and seemed to hurry herself up. She got into the bed, under the thin comforter that did its best to keep her warm. I lay there still, next to her. I wait for five minutes, wondering if I should make the first move to try and cuddle her. But then, without a second thought, she turns over and pulls me in. I feel her supple breasts press into me. The milky smooth skin I was just staring at like eye candy, pressing into me. Her skin on mine. Our faces almost touching. She quietly breathed like an angel. I feel her breath on my face. Her soft, short hair making its way all around my face. My boner so close to pressing into her. I reached my arm around her and gently rested my hand on her ass, as not to bring attention to the fact that I was just trying to get my handful.

I closed my eyes and slept in this paradise that was now my life.

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