I walked over to her and asked what she was doing here and she explained she was meeting a bloke she met online. I then broke the news that it had bee...n me. We were both a little embarressed at it so i offered to drive her home. We got to my car and now that we were in private she began telling me she was embarassed because of the things she had told me like her sexual fetishes, describing her body, not to mention the things she said she was good at and would do to me. I told her that we had. So I went online to find to find another man to hook up with. I came across this guy in his mid 40s to early 50s who wanted to hook up and said to come his place on Monday. I was excited and nervous at the same time that I was actually going to get some dick. So Monday rolls around and I head over to his place. As I’m heading over there I was really excited and nervous and was hard the entire ride just thinking about his cock. So I arrive at his place and he greets me at the door and gets right. .. Oh, yes, this is perfect.” President McTaggart held up the slip of paper while the cheerleaders shook their pompoms, a hush falling over the crowd. “Isidora Estevez.”“What!” I shouted as my futa-sister rose from the crowd. Isidora was the last futa I wanted to see naked. She was my futa-sister. My annoying, bratty older futa-sister. I ground my teeth and folded my arms beneath my tits as she headed out form the crowd.What was going on? “Why do sisters always get chosen?”“Huh?” Emeline asked,. Would she have made a sexual joke in the first text to each other? Did she always want to have sex with me? Am I reading too much into this? Are just some of the ideas that rolled into my head. Over the next couple weeks, our texting frequency had picked up a little bit. Nothing too serious, but that soon changed after Sarah had a little too much to drink one night. Her text was a little tough to read thanks to the alcohol, but it read, “I'm not sure if I should be texting you this right now,.