Brunch Date

Anna suggests a trip to a Mom and Pop dinner your family was known to frequent, rather than stay at home, and try to explain to your family what had happened to the two of you over the last day. Separately, you take quick showers, and you throw your probably ruined sheets in the washer before the pair of you head out.

The drive is incredibly awkward, as you do your best to focus on the road rather than how Anna's wet hair casually tossed over her right shoulder frames the left side of her neck in a very sensual manor, or how she glances at you in the same way you do every minute or so. No words pass between you the entire trip.

When you get to the restaurant, it's a little more packed than you would have liked. At Ten O'clock on a Saturday, the older morning crowd is just beginning to shuffle out the door, and by the time you leave the lunch crowd would probably be at its peak. You choose an isolated booth by a window, and Anna sits across from you. Before you have a chance to start talking, an aggressively peppy waitress shows up to hand you menus and ask for drink orders.

When you finally wave her off, you are left with an awkward situation. Figuring out how to break the ice was going to be a tough one. You take a moment to really look at Anna. Her long silky hair drifted over her right shoulder, and past where you knew her breasts were. Currently they were hidden under a hoodie many sizes too large for her. You now knew that beneath her unassuming clothes was a very pretty figure that should have guys fighting in the streets over her. You **** your eyes to wander back up past the exposed side of her neck you felt the strong urge to kiss, to her flushed face. She was nibbling on her lower lip, and it was perhaps the cutest thing you had ever seen. When she notices you staring, she turns her head to the window, blushing even harder.

"You should wear more flattering clothes," You take a moment to trip over your next words before you realize that you were not the one who said anything. You see the overly friendly waitress approaching and you have just enough time for a reply before she arrives.

"I've got fat in all the wrong places. You're the one who should be out rocking a pretty black dress every weekend," While it's true that your futa genetics wouldn't ever let you get to the point of 'morbidly obese', you had never taken the initiative to show off your body due to the fact that doing so might draw attention to the fact that you were not a 'full' woman. This had left you with a number of body-issues and a fashion sense you would describe as 'Introverted Computer Nerd'. This was exemplified today by old sweatshirt from some club you hadn't thought about in ages that was only slightly smaller than Anna's, and a fresh pair of sweats.

The waitress arrives with a piping hot coffee for you and brimming glass of milk for your sister. You order an extra helping of waffles, bacon, and hashbrowns. Anna orders some complicated type of omelette. Then the waitress is gone, dragging her too-cheerful attitude back with her. Anna decides to be the one to break the ice once more.

"I'm sorry for slapping you last night, I was feeling pretty emotional." You honestly had to struggle to remember when that had happened. So much had gone on during the previous evening. You faintly remembered a stinging sensation on your cheek from the first time you had let Anna cry on your chest. "I'm also sorry for, uh.. manhandling..? for what I did earlier this morning. I-" You could see her **** up with tears again, and you rush to stop her before she makes a scene.

"I get it. I was feeling it too." You always thought she looked pretty, but right now, with her face flush from holding back tears, she looked like the girl of your dreams. You realize that in your attempt to console her, you had grabbed her hands in your own. You weren't sure what she was going to allow between the two of you, so to preserve whatever tenuous relationship you had, you hesitantly release her from your grasp. The second you lose contact, she latches back on to you like you're her only lifeline, and she's been adrift at sea for years.

There had been a moment earlier, when you had kissed. It was a moment of tenderness. A moment where it felt like something more had passed between the two of you. Something that you almost wanted to explore. You watched her clutch at your hands, and let this moment pass until you were sure she wouldn't start crying if you pulled away.

"I'm sorry for causing the incident that lead to this fucked-up mess,” You tell her honestly. One bad decision you had made had apparently spiralled into a point where you were romantically holding hands with your little sister while both of you may or may not have become pregnant from your own sperm. You knew that whatever mess you had caused, you owed it to Anna to fix it, and that included whatever messed up emotions were crawling through both your systems right now.

You pulled your hands from hers, to a resulting whimper, and fished out your phone. Pulling out the Goddess's Grace App, you scroll through to discover that all of the items had indeed been added to your personal account. You thumb your way over to the tab marked BCR. Inside was another three tabs. The first one simply said "Ring Settings". The second one was labelled "Jane Doe", and the last on was "Anna Doe". Out of curiosity more than anything else, you tapped on your own name, and another set of tabs pop up. The first one was a "Status" tab that simply read as "Not pregnant" and no other features. The second was "Location", and it popped up a map that pointed you at the dinner you were in. The next was "Suggestions" which only had the word "Sticky". With no way to change.. whatever was up with that, you moved on the last tab which was "Breeding Addiction". It initially read as "2/Day" and you fiddled with that setting until it read as "3/Week", which you guessed meant three times a week and was the lowest it would let you go.

You are startled out of your work by plates of food being set in front of you. Once your waitress has been satisfied that you do not, in fact, need anything else, the pair of you ravenously dig into your breakfast. You barely taste any of it in a race to fill your stomach. When you finally need to come up for air, you see Anna hiding a grin behind her drink.

"What? I burned a lot of calories yesterday; at least twice as many as you did. The way this is going I'm going to need to bulk up on proteins," You say before sucking on a piece of bacon as lewdly as you can. She does her best not to best not to **** on her milk, and you share smiles before going back to filling your stomach.

Once your body has stopped complaining, you show Anna her profile on the app, which happens to be identical to yours, with exception that her status says "Ovulation imminent". The waitress comes back to take your dishes before you can show her the addiction tab. With the restaurant beginning to fill up with the lunch crowd, you decide to pay your bill, and head off to a nearby park that is never busy.

The trip out of the dinner was uneventful, but Anna insisted on holding your hand during the drive to the park, and you didn't have the heart to tell her no. When you got out of the car she decided she needed to be seen hanging off your arm, and you had to admit that her head resting on your shoulder felt quite nice. The pair of you found a secluded bench to rest on, and you pulled out the app again, this time fiddling around with the "Ring Settings" tab.

You noticed immediately that there were a number unchangeable settings, including a notice that the self-cleaning and stamina-enhancing properties were hardwired to be turned off. There was also a note that all suggestions made through the use of the ring would 'stick' with the user, which would explain the wording on your own profiles. The last setting was actually just a warning that the "Reactionary" aspect of the ring was extremely busted in the way that you had already experienced firsthand.

When you had exhausted every bit of the app that you could, you decided that it was time to bring up the elephant in the room. You shrugged Anna off of your shoulder, and turned her so you were both facing each other on the bench. You could see that just underneath the calm aura she was projecting, she was as emotionally **** as you had ever seen her. Anna had always worn her feelings on her sleeve, and you supposed that her being physically affectionate was just another aspect of that. Tackling this, now, with how much she obviously needed you to be her rock, was simply not going to work. Redirection might, though.

"So... Tell me about this date you have?" Anna at first seems a bit taken aback before mumbling something into her chest that you can't quite catch. "What was that?"

"I said that I should probably cancel it considering everything that happened yesterday." Anna looks absolutely dejected. You assume it's because the wrench you threw into her life yesterday, but aren't completely sure. You hold her hands in yours, your thumb gently stroking the back of her palm.

"Anna-" you begin, not entirely sure whether you want to comfort her, or encourage her to live her own life.

"Look, we're stuck together whether we like it or not." Tears begin to well up behind her eyes. "I don't want to trick some guy I barely know into a shotgun wedding when I know you'll take care of me." Her hands grasp tighter on to yours, and you know you are at a crossroads. You can either let what you know you are both feeling out into the open, or you can be the big sister you know you are hold out, and do what is best in the long run for Anna.