Talk:Baphomet/@comment-199.116.194.196-20160310150007/@comment-5426290-20160329074014

I sneak up to her and sit behind her. As she sobs I gain an empathetic smile and whisper into her ear. "Little girls shouldn't cry, especially not pretty ones." With that I reach my arms around and slip my hands under her bra to cup her lovely orbs.

At this she shyly fidgits and whimpers, but when I press my chest up against her back she calms down and leans up against me. Slowly she turns to me and the instant we see each other we freeze. ('OoO) ... (OoO')

She goes red faced. "B-big bro?!" I become equally flustered. "L-little sis?!"

As it turned out, it was actually my real younger sister who had gone missing a year before. With my hands still cupping her jigglies we awkwardly both look into another direction, but when I try to let go of her breasts she pulls my hands back on them with her paws. ('^.^)

I chuckle nervously. "I.. I guess we're a thing now, huh?"

She nods blushing furiously. "I guess we are.." (^///^')