It was a picture, a screen-grab in fact… Yes, she had found my xhamster profile. My heart sank… Oh my god what do I say? What do I do? Another txt... followed “We need to talk”. This is it, I thought! Anyway, after a long chat, and several reassurances that she was the only one, she actually seemed ok that I had a cross dressing fetish. In fact she was saying that she loved my pictures and was a little jealous of how good she thought I looked. She wanted to be a part of it with me, she wanted to. Kya chubh raha hai wahaan pe…?Amar==beti abhi to maine kuch bhi nahi kiya hai bas teri gaand jara si kuredi hai tu jara palat kar ghoom ja aur ab apni panty bhi utaar de fir dekh kitna maza aata hai tujheReema== nahi papa mujhe saram aati haiAmar== bahan ki laudi saali raand chinaal abhi lauda choos rahi thi to saram nahi aa rahi thi..? Ab saram aa rahi hai chal palat kar ghoom ja baaki kaam main kar loongaAmar ne reema ko bed k sirhaane ki taraf ghuma diya aur uske chutad apni taraf kheech kar. There was no way he could possibly remember that stupid line.She stepped closer, her eyes only for him. Grasping his face lightly, she leaned up and kissed his forehead chastely, just like she had all those years ago when he left for Vroengard. Sliding her hands down, he grasped them in his own, and leaned closer, whispering so only she could hear, her true name, and felt that familiar peace and shiver run through her body. He responded in kind when she murmured his own name in his pointy. In less than a minute, PDAs came out. Before much longer, the conversation was over my head in two languages. I'm not sure Lars recognized when he lapsed to German. I'm very sure George never noticed. I glanced over, to find Christine quietly laughing. I had to join her. Having a much smarter brother is often a pain, but there were times I was glad to be the slow sister. Christine mimed shooting pool, so I picked a cue and racked the balls. For someone with no formal instruction, she was pretty.