He pulled up short and gawked at his sister. He saw the playful smirk on her face, the twinkle in her green eyes, and for reasons he didn’t understand, he registered her jean shorts and how her tight t-shirt hugged her chest. “Do you mind?”
“I don’t mind at all,” she said, checking him out from head-to-toe.
“I meant, do you mind moving out of the way?”
“Oh, that!” she giggled. “Yeah, I sort of do mind doing that.”
He gaped at her with a shocked expression on his face. He stood four or five feet away from her, holding his junk, and feeling extra naked as he tried to keep his hard-on covered from her view. “What’s your issue?” he demanded.
“You’ve got to show it to me, first.”
“Show you what?” he asked. He realized the stupidity of that question even as it left his mouth. He quickly recovered. “You already saw it when you were perv’ing on me.”
She shrugged. “I still want to see it again.”
Frozen in place, Austin considered his options. Fully grown at eighteen, he had five inches of height on his “big” sister and outweighed her by thirty pounds. After rejecting the idea of muscling his way past her, he spied the width of the opening and felt good about finessing his way around her.
He did a head fake to the left before darting into the opening on the right and ran into his sister.
“Nice try, slow-poke,” she teased as he bounced off her and backed up. “Did you forget that I played ball, too?”
He hadn’t forgotten all those nights spent watching her playing basketball. Nor had he forgotten all the times she had embarrassed her little brother while shooting hoops. She had been older, taller, more skilled, and had loved shaming him. He could probably beat her now, but she remained quick.
“Mom and Dad know about your porn tape?”
His eyes automatically darted back to the TV where his treasured porn tape continued to play. It would be just like her to tell them about it.
With the cruel smile of a villain who had the upper hand, Robin stated her terms. “Show it to me and I won’t tell.”
“I’m not doing that!” he protested. “Besides, you said you already saw it.”
“Doesn’t mean I don’t want to see it again,” she smirked, eyeing the spot where his hands kept things covered up. Slowly, her eyes moved back to his face. “Where’s your girlfriend, anyway?”
“College,” he moaned, trying to work out an alternative to plan for getting past his sister. “She only comes home on holidays.”
“Poor baby.”
“I’m not a baby!”
“You might be eighteen, but you’ll always be my baby brother,” she teased with the full knowledge of how much that frustrated him. She leaned against the opening to the hallway, making it clear she wasn’t going to let him past.
Austin rocked back and forth on his heels, unable to stand still. He hated how his cock kept throbbing against his hands. He had gotten too close to an orgasm. In a way, it could have been worse. She could have walked in just as it was happening, just as he was spraying his hot, creamy cum all across his chest and stomach. That would have been much worse.
“So what are you going to do?” she asked.
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