"Aha!" you shout as you shove open the door and jump into the room. You look around to drink in the glorious image of your sexy older sister... doing pushups on the floor?
Sam jumps to her feet. "What the fuck are you doing in my room, Peewee?" Wow, she looks angry. Her face was already flushed from the exertion she was apparently putting her body through, and it was getting redder at the moment.
"I, uh..." You realize fully that the absolute wrong answer to her question is to say that you thought she was masturbating, probably thinking about you, and that you came in for some hot sister action.
Apparently silence wasn't a very good answer either. Sam comes over as you stand there like an idiot. She clasps her hands on your shoulders, and you feel her fingers digging into the flesh there through your shirt. Then her knee comes up.
"Ew, was that a boner?" Your sister shudders and shoves you out of the doorway, and you collapse in pain and nausea on the hallway floor. "Well, that's the most action you'll get from me, Peewee." The door closely firmly, a few inches from your face, enough to blow a curiously cool breeze over your face. Which doesn't change the fact that you think you are going to die. Or at least hope you will, and soon.
You hear the click of her door locking, then hear a sound that you absently realize is the sound of the chair from her desk being propped under the doorknob. Not that you are in any condition to try entering her room. Or standing. Or breathing all that well, for that matter. So much for knocking up your sisters. Right now, you don't think your penis will ever work again. |