Sister finds my toys Pt2

This is Chapter 2 of a 5 part story.
Comment welcomed and appreciated…

I awoke early next morning. Sometime during the night Chris had gone off to her own room. I was glad because it was easier to prepare to see her again after our wild night of electronics and rubber dolls.
As I got out of bed I stumbled and bumped against my closet door. Chris must have heard me because she called out from the kitchen.
“Hey hot-stuff! You up yet?”
“Yeah,” I said. “I’ll be right there”
As always, Chris had breakfast ready with plenty of hot coffee. I staggered into the kitchen and poured a cup.
I looked at Chris and grinned a little. She looked back and grinned a lot.
I took a mouthful of coffee and hesitated before asking, “So, where do we go from here?”
Chris put a plate of bacon and eggs on the table in my place.
“Well,” she said. “We could forget any of last night ever happened and go on with our normal life. Or, we could get a sex catalog and order all kinds of sex toys. Or, we could go for option three.”
“And what exactly is option three?” I asked, a little apprehensive yet hopeful.
Chris walked to where I was sitting, stuck her tongue in my ear then whispered, “Or you can fuck the pants off me anytime you want!”
I nearly choked on the coffee.
“Let me think,” I said. “Ummm, okay, I’ll go with option three.”
She smiled. “Sounds like a plan.”
Surprisingly, we had our breakfast and enjoyed each others company with no more mention of sex, or toys or option three.
As Chris was cleaning up the dishes and I was helping by clearing the table I mentioned I had to go into town this morning and did she needed anything.
“I wouldn’t mind going along, if it’s okay?” she said.
“Sure thing. I can drop you wherever you need to go and pick you up later.” I said. Then a thought came to me.
“I’m going to go by the adult video store and see what they have for new toys if you’re interested?” I wondered if Chris had ever been in an adult store. Probably not was my guess.
“You mean one of those men’s sex shops?” she asked. Again she was smiling.
“Come on now, women go in there too sometimes,” I said. “Maybe not more than one a day, but they go in. You could be today’s woman.”
“If I go will you buy me a toy?” she said in a little girl voice.
“I’ll buy you any toy you want.”
“And when we get back home will you teach me how to use it, mister?” she added.
“Okay, that does it. Get in the car. We’re going to town!
I think my guess that Chris had never been in a sex shop was right because when we pulled up to the front she seemed to lose her nerve a little.
“Are you sure women go in there?” she said looking out the window at the few cars parked in the lot.
I shrugged. “Well, I wouldn’t expect the ladies book club to be meeting in there, but yeah, women go in now and then.”
Chris was a trooper, I can say that for her. She took a deep confidence building breath and got out of the car.
Much to her surprised the shop clerk, this morning, was a woman.