Unlikely Wombat's Den

I finally found out that my fiancée was a massive slut as a result of a vacation she took. I had been unable to get the time off work, but she was desperate to get away from the city for a while, so she decided to go on her own. I don't really want to relive all the thoughts I had at the time, so I'll tell the story by simply providing you with the message log from my own phone. Babe 23 June 7:28 Hey, baby… just wanted to find out if you made it to the hotel alright. I know how much you hate flying, so you probably zonked out as soon as you got there. 23 June 10:28 OMG! I am so sorry! I completely forgot! 😅 I was so excited to start looking around that I've barely even looked at my phone all day! But yeah, I got here fine! That's okay, babe. I know how spacey you get sometimes. I've never heard you sound so excited about anything before. I kno...

Things between me and my sister settled into a strange kind of normal after that first mostly-naked online video-chat come mutual masturbation session. Every week, without fail, Kate and I would get naked in front of our computers, get ourselves off while watching the other, then we'd spend a few hours talking about anything and everything. I don't know how she felt about things, but I wasn't overly keen to risk doing something stupid and fucking things up if I went to see her in person. Honestly, she might only have been okay with what we were doing because of the safety of being in a completely different suburb to me. I found out how wrong I was about that a few weeks later. It was a Wednesday, and everything was going as normal for me. I was doing some study for my uni course, struggling to understand the dense textbook, when my phone buzzed and played the notification sound. I ignored it because I knew that I'd never get back to the books if I checked on the n...

My older sister and I were more like strangers than siblings. The ten-year age difference meant that there wasn't much that we were able to do together when I was growing up. By the time I was able to hold up my end of a conversation, Kate had discovered boys and booze and wanted nothing to do with playing Nintendo with her little brother. It was something of a hardship to grow up with an absolutely stunning older sister. In both senses of the word. I was perpetually hard whenever I was around her, and I couldn't bring any friends around without them drooling over her the whole time. I couldn't even blame them because, while we might not have been particularly close as siblings, but I couldn't ignore the mild sense of guilt that filled me every time I spent an evening jerking off and imagining what she looked like naked. Everything started to change after the virus-that-shall-not-be-named hit just after my eighteenth birthday. Kate found herself suddenly unemployed ...