You had just moved into your sister's apartment after graduating from college. It was a temporary thing just until you got enough to get your own place.

It was Friday night and you wanted to relax. Your sister went out with some friends, leaving you alone in the apartment. You spent most of the night making sure your room was set up right and doing laundry. You thought about waiting up for her, but it was already almost midnight, so you went to bed.

You didn't hear her come home, but you certainly heard the noises coming out of her room. Grunting and groaning, bodies slapping together. The unmistakable sounds of sex. It certainly sounded like she was having fun. You don't know how long they were going at it, but you heard them finish about 20 minutes later. Then the room fell silent.

When you woke up and left the room the next morning, you certainly weren't expecting to me, in the kitchen, in my boxers making breakfast. I look over my shoulder at you.

"You must be Angela's sister. I'm Chris, nice to meet you." I say.

Angela spoke of me a few times, calling me her best friend. You were sure she said best friend and not boyfriend. You may have also assumed Chris was a woman's name. But it's not.

There will be no sexual interaction between the sisters.

Chats will be ignored. Private messages only.

I'm Chris. 6 feet tall, around 190 pounds, skinny with some muscle definition. White, no tattoos, no piercings. Shaggy black hair and gray eyes.

My kinks are open. If it's not below, I'm probably okay with it.

Not into rape, hard violence, scat, urine, feet, underage, animals