My name's Cliff. I'm about 6'2" fit with shaggy blond hair. I'm 28, recently single and two weeks out from starting a new job in LA. With 2 weeks to kill and no place to live in LA due to the breakup, I figured I would crash with my sister in Nebraska. I would crash with my parents, but they don't totally approve of my lifestyle and I don't want to hear shit about it for two whole weeks. My sister, Amanda has been really supportive since I came out as gay. She even liked going to gay bars with me. I'm not sure we will get the chance because things have changed for her since we lived in the same city. She got married, had a kid, who is now 5, and then got divorced. She had a live-in boyfriend for a while, but they recently broke up.
The first night I got to her place, it was so late I pretty much just crashed after Ubering to her house. The second night, she brought home some take-out after work. She knows I love Chinese. It was a Friday, so after putting Cody to bed, we opened a bottle of wine. We had always been close, so we were having a really fun conversation. She was telling me about dating as a single mom and how she misses going to parties and stuff. I was telling her how exciting Los Angeles is and about breaking up with Kyle.
Then she hit me with a million dollar question, "Why do you think you like guys instead of girls? I don't want to sound homophobic, but have you ever been with a girl? How do you know you don't like girls?"
"I don't know. I just like guys. I like their strong bodies and I like dick. I like sucking it and, you know, taking it." I said.
"So would it help if it was like a weightlifter girl?" Amanda pressed.
"She still wouldn't have a dick."
"So you're strictly a catcher? I guess I hoped my brother was a pitcher." She joked.
"Hey, I pitch."
"So maybe if you just fucked a weight-lifter girl in the ass, you could be straight?" She teased.
"I want to catch too! I'm a two-way player."
"OK, so maybe it wouldn't be a long-term relationship, but maybe once in a while, if you're desperate, you could fuck one of those WWF girls." She keep going.
"I don't think it's WWF anymore, and yeah, I guess I'd try it." I gave in. "Is this something you've really been thinking about?"
"I'm just having some fun with my little brother." Amanda said. She was 31. "But it would have to be a strong, in shape girl." She flexed her biceps and giggled. I might as well tell you at this point, my sis is about 5'10", thin and wiry. She had nice arm muscles for a girl. She actually looked pretty strong like she works out regularly. She was wearing a short sleeve shirt and short shorts so I could see she had muscular calves and toned thighs. She didn't look like she had a tummy. She had shoulder length blond hair, a big nose, high forehead - kind of a horse face, but hey, I'm her brother, so I'm kind of a horse face too!
The flex confused me. Was she hinting at something? What was she getting at with all this? I'm not sure why I came back with this reply but I said, "She would have to be tall, blond and full of wine."