Knowing and Doing are Different things II

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My sister looks into my eyes. She doesn't have any hesitation. My mind races, thinking of how this could be happening. That's when I remember one of the descriptions of the races. It was a race that looked like snow elves. It's called the Arn Zael. My eyes glanced over them in the character creation. I wouldn't remember them if not for my traits. One of their traits is the preferred process of reproduction using inbreeding. Their race is immune to birth defects. She must have just picked something that looked nice. "Jess... What race from the game did you pick..." I need to be sure.

She inches closer, not answering me. Her mentality has been affected by something from the game, and that's the only explanation I can find with the data available. I hold her shoulders to stop her advance and give her a serious look. "I pick some elf-looking race with white hair and blue eyes." That's definitely the Arn Zael. I race through solutions in my head, and I create a new program that removes that racial trait from affecting her real-life body. The only problem is I can't fix it while I'm dealing with this weird mess.

She places her hands on the top of mine as they rest on her shoulders. Her skin gets a little flushed, and I suddenly smell an intoxicating aroma coming from her. My mind races over the information, and one of the racial traits is the ability to secrete pheromones and arouse both parties into a form of compliance. Which doesn't make sense cause it's basically a drug. I try to find an answer to this problem, but my mind becomes cloudy and disorganized the more I breathe in the amazing smell.

Her cheeks are slightly redder, and she is taking deep breaths. She removes my hands from her shoulders, and I can't find the will to resist anything. She interlocks her fingers with mine and slowly brings her body closer to mine. I move back as she does, but I eventually reach the end of the couch, and I have nowhere to go. "It's not like it's illegal to kiss me... To practice for when you do find that girl... Wherever she may be..." Her words are hypnotic as the pheromones continue to mess with my head and body.

My mind has been neutralized, and I can hardly fight back. She pulls out hands apart, and my hands fall to the side. I try and lift them, but it doesn't work. She runs her hands up my arms and around the back of my neck. Her fingernails gently massage the back of my head as she lightly lifts it. My body won't respond anymore, and my mind is in a mess right now. All I can think about is... The unnameable... She slowly lifts my head, and she brings hers close to mine.

Our lips make connect, and my mind goes blank. After a couple of seconds, she starts to move her lips. I unconsciously follow her lead, and we both let light moans out. She uses her tongue to run across my teeth, asking for access. I part them, and I feel her tongue explore my mouth. After a few seconds of that, she uses her tongue to play and twirl mine around. I had no idea people did this much when they kissed. My mind isn't working right. I can't think straight at all.

She opens my mouth. "Stick out your tongue, little brother..." I resist for a split second, but I stick it out as she asked. She brings her mouth up to my tongue and kisses the tip of it. My lower region throbs slightly. It hurts because my sweats can't hold my rod in. She stops planting kisses on it and proceeds to suck on my tongue using her mouth. This is not how people kiss, those thoughts fade from my clouded mind, and I close my eyes, enjoying the new sensations.

After playing with my tongue, she slowly drags it out of her mouth as she sucks on it. All the way to the tip. She pulls away. "Mmuuah... That is how you kiss someone... You know, little brother..." I feel the hand that held my chin slide down my body to my clothed bog rod trying to break out. "I can show you even more... All you have to do is nod your head and keep this all a secret..." I close my eyes tight, trying one last time to free myself from the pheromones she has secreted.

I feel a little control, I gain slip, and I nod my head unconsciously. She smiles and plants some more kisses. "That's a good little brother..." She sticks her hand in my pants and grips the base. She can't fully grip it with one hand. She looks down and has labored breathes. "I should call you big brother instead..." My rod throbs as she says that. She looks back into my eyes, and I see hers are clouded too. "You like that..." I unconsciously nod my head slowly. "Let's get you out of these tight sweats... You look like your in pain..." I nod my head again. "Don't worry, big sister will take care of you..." I have no control over anything anymore, and all I can do is agree. My mind is too jumble to think.