Something happened during the pandemic – something I haven’t talked about with anyone.It was mid-March when I drove from Orlando Florida to Seward, Alaska. I had just turned eighteen and was ready to experience the outdoors and meet some new people.So, as I said, I drove to Alaska.It took me a full seven days to get there, but I was going to make big money working as a tour guide for a local business. The business owner’s name is Cal and he’s married to my older sister, Monica.The plan was for me to stay with them for a week until my seasonal housing was available. Less than a week later, the pandemic happened. For a while, everyone was hopeful that the tourist season would somehow start, but when July came and went, all hope was lost.My brother-in-law never had any reason to open his business, which meant I had no job or place of my own to live. I literally had nowhere to go.In other words, I was stuck in fucking Alaska.Cal and Monica live in a log cabin. In Alaska.Living in an Alaskan log cabin for an entire summer may sound very romantic but the reality is something else entirely.The problem with log cabins is that they’re small. Cal and Monica’s cabin has two rooms – one bedroom and a living room, which is also the kitchen. There is also an outhouse.A fucking outhouse.As the months went by, I got bored. There is only so much hiking and fishing a girl can do before the thrill of the wilderness starts wearing off.Just before August, Cal got a job with the city trail crew, which is a group of five people that groom local trails. Suddenly, it was just me and Monica sitting around the cabin all day.My sister and I were chatting one day while Cal was at work. The wind outside was howling and making the cabin shake.Without warning, my sister lifted her head and said, “Johanna, this sucks.”I looked at Monica. She continued, “Cal and I haven’t had sex since you’ve been here.”Assuming my sister was kicking me out into the bush, I said, “Well, it’s not like I can go anywhere!”My sister laughed, “No, silly, that’s not what I’m saying. You’re always welcome here. Antep Escort It’s just that Cal feels weird having sex in the bedroom while you’re in the living room. We had a few quickies in the woods but we usually fuck all night. I’m going a bit stir-crazy.”I could relate. I hadn’t even seen a boy’s face in months, other than Cal’s bearded face, much less kiss one.“No kidding sis,” I said, taking a pause before adding, “Do you want to play the Thought Game?”My sister’s reaction was priceless. She clasped her hands around her mouth as though I’d revealed some long-forgotten secret.Which is exactly what I had done.Monica is two years older than me. We look a lot alike. In fact, we are often mistaken for twins. I’ve always believed that we ended up looking alike because we spent so much time together as kids.When Monica was a junior in high school, our parents divorced and it was messy. We spent the summer in Ohio with my dad. He’d gotten in with one of those door-knocker cults and wouldn’t let us leave the house because we were required to do the “women’s work.”During that summer, my sister and I got very close. We talked all the time. Monica was about to be a senior and I was going to spend my freshman year in the same high school so we had plenty to talk about.The thing we talked about most was boys. We shared a bed, so my sister and I would spoon and gossip and share our hopes and dreams. One night, Monica made a sad face and in a baby voice said, “Tell me a story!”Playing along, I put my mouth next to my sister’s ear and whispered the lyrics to that Slick Rick song…Once upon a time not long ago, when people wore pajamas and lived life slow…Sometime around the second verse, my sister shivered and broke out in goosebumps.Startled, she said, “My ears are very sensitive.”I said, “I never touched your ear.”My sister looked at me like I was lying. “That’s crazy. It felt like you touched me.”My sister was quiet for a while. In fact, I thought she’d fallen asleep. Without any warning, Monica said, “When you whispered in my ear, it felt like I Antep Escort Bayan was dreaming. But it was different because I was awake… It was like your words came to life in my mind… Almost like watching a movie. And I swear it felt like you touched my ear.”Monica sat up and said, “Tell me a story for real. Any story. I want to see if the same thing happens.”Leaning in close to my sister’s ear, I whispered,They were on an airplane flying over the Andes Mountains. They were soccer players eager to land and grab lunch at the airport. Little did they know that THEY were lunch. For each other. Because they ate each other’s butt meat.”My sister laughed and said, “It’s wild, Johanna, but every word you whisper comes alive in my brain.”Monica sat up in bed. “Here. Let’s switch places and I’ll tell a story so we can find out if it’s the same for you.”Monica pressed the front of her body against my back and began whispering.There was once a girl with blonde hair who lived in Alaska and was afraid of bears. One day, she was walking through the woods and it was getting dark. Suddenly a tall man appeared, his muscles glistening with sweat.It was weird but I could see my sister’s words, just like she’s explained it. When my sister said the last bit about the muscular woodsman, my body reacted the same way as Monica’s and I felt shivers rippling through my body. I didn’t tell my sister, but the experience made me horny.After a few weeks of taking turns whispering each other to sleep, we started calling it the Thought Game. Our stories were getting more and more creative and descriptive. I felt like a movie director. Some stories were so good, we repeated them to each other.One of my favorite Thought Game stories was my sister’s creation. It was about a poor girl from a broken home who eventually becomes a famous astronaut. Every time Monica told the story it was more vivid and real than the last. She always added another chapter to the Astronaut Girl story, which is what we called it.Lost in the headspace created by my sister’s whispers, I became Escort Antep Astronaut Girl….Everyone calls you the Astronaut Girl. You are sent on a top-secret mission to Uranus by the United States government and NASA. An ancient alien has been communicating with the President and is going to share secrets of the cosmos that will forever change human history.When you land on Uranus, you are greeted by a tall man who appears entirely human.In my mind, I envisioned the woodsman from my sister’s very first story.You realize that the tall man is actually an alien. He embraces you with his strong arms and kisses you on the mouth.I immediately orgasmed.I tried to hold it in but it came on so suddenly that there was no way I could stop it.My sister said, “Oh my, Jo. What just happened?”I’d had countless orgasms masturbating but I’d never had sex. Still, the orgasm I’d just experienced was different – more intense, and I felt it all over my body. So, I wasn’t sure whether it was an orgasm or not.”I don’t know,” I said. “But it was amazing.”I urged my sister to change places to see if I could tell a story that made her body react in the same way. That night, Monica didn’t respond with an orgasm but after three nights of trying, she finally did. It was then that we fully understood that we shared some special gift.Every night, we brought each other to orgasm with our words. Even though it seemed a little odd, we never equated the Thought Game to physical sex because we were just telling each other stories that made us feel really good.Our cousin, Dana, came to visit. She was a little older and a lot more religious. Monica made the mistake of telling Dana about the Thought Game. Dana threatened to tell our dad that my sister and I were committing incest unless we stopped. We agreed and after Dana left, we talked about it and decided that Dana was right and that we should never play the Thought Game again. We also agreed never to talk about it to anyone, including each other.And that’s why my sister reacted with shock when I suggested we play the Thought Game.I said, “Look, Monica, I’ve thought about it a lot since we were kids and there is nothing sexual about telling stories that make you cum. You’re horny and I’m horny and there isn’t a lot we can do about it, so why not pool our resources and help each other get off?”