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From: J <autoeroticrobot@yahoo.com>
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Subject: {ASSM} Sisflash
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Date: Thu, 11 Jan 2007 20:10:01 -0500
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   TITLE: I've been suffering some terrible writer's block with my longer
works (specifically the "Wow Thanks" novela), so I decided to take some
time and write up some shorter stuff that's been percolating in my brain,
and post it, meanwhile



   ### creaton date: 11 January 2007 13:35

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Fnugus Abismo.



   I've been suffering some terrible writer's block with my longer works
(specifically the "Wow Thanks" novella), so I decided to take some time and
write up some shorter stuff that's been percolating in my brain, and post
it, meanwhile.



   The following is my first effort at what's called "flash" - super short
erotically charged anecdotes.  I just recently enjoyed contributor
NickScipio's "Breakdown," too, and discovered his little website.



   This bit starts out based on something that really happened over the
recent holidays.  I decided to write it down after a recent online
conversation with a reader of my longer work, after mulling over the
inevitable question he asked me, "how much is based on reality?" Seems
fuzzy...  and getting fuzzier.  I'll leave as an exercise for the reader to
decide at what point this little bit stops being true and becomes fantasy.



   -*



   Sisflash.

   by autoeroticrobot



   I was staying with my sister and her family over Christmas - something
of a tradition, in recent years.  My sister and I are pretty close, and
only 11 months apart in age, although she's adopted, so it wasn't the
burden on our mother that it might have been.  We fought and played like
twins as children, and after a teenage period of mutual alienation, we'd
developed a deep friendship and mutual respect as adults (at least I hope
she sees it that way).



   I emerged from the bedroom where they were putting me up.  Sis was
sitting at the kitchen island, reading the paper and drinking some coffee,
eating leftovers from the elaborate Christmas-morning breakfast of the day
before.  She was still in her pajamas, a red-pink flannel looking set, but
remarkably thin cloth.  And, notably, she was evidently braless, and the
dark nipples under the cloth were prominent.  I was stunned - my sister had
never been particularly immodest, and her style of dress could best be
described as "soccer mom / professional".



   I've been to some degree or another infatuated with my sister for as
long as I can remember, but I'd never done anything about it, and I'd
always felt guilt about the occasional bouts of lust her proximity would
induce in me.



   So I felt even greater alarm when, after some small talk, out of the
blue, she remarked, "Seems like ever since I turned 40 my sex drive has
been out of control." Now, she and I were capable of some very frank and
personal conversations, and past talk had been known to include some
innuendo, but only of the mildest forms.  This was unprecedented.



   Fortunately, I managed a quick comeback.  "Good thing you're married,
then." My sister's husband was a hunk, even I had to concede.  If I was
going to have a threesome with a man and a woman, these two had always been
near the top of my list - and not just because she was my sister.



   My sis tilted her head and chuckled.  Then asked, "how can you stand it,
not having a relationship for so long?  It's been what, 7 years?"



   Seven years since my wife committed suicide, after we'd separated the
previous year.  I was still wounded and dysfunctional, relationship-wise.
Given how the conversation had started, I decided to take a risk, and
answered, "I have an active fantasy life.  And excellent hand-eye
coordination."



   Another laugh, then, but her eyes dropped involuntarily to my lap.  Crap
- was this for real?  Nothing like this sort of exchange had ever taken
place between us.  I pondered whether my own recent fantasy life was
somehow, on some level, "visible" to her - she was a trained psychologist
and an astute observer of people.  And I'd been going through a phase where
I'd been much more openly (well, openly to myself) fantasizing all kinds of
kinky things, including incest fantasies with you-know-who.  I mean,
strange coincidence.  I could wonder if she was a consumer of online
erotica, and had discovered my pseudonym and the story I'd been posting,
and was messing with me.



   She looked away and sipped her coffee.  A pause....  "T___ hasn't had
much of an appetite, lately," she complained.  Her husband.  "Might have to
work on that hand-eye coordination, myself." She shrugged.  Stood up. 
Stretched, displaying those excellent perfect half-spheres under the pajama
shirt, with their little hats.  And then she disappeared into her bedroom.



   I decided I needed a long shower.
   
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