Josh teaches his sister a lesson part 2

they sat at the dining room table, a large pizza that was half eaten infront of them. their parents had taken the younger kids out to their mother’s sister’s house for the night.

jeremy leaned back in his chair and looked at karen. “you got a game tonight?” he asked her, referring to the fact that she was a cheerleader at their high school.

karen nodded. “yeah. what are you guys doing? are you coming to the basketball game?”

a cocky smile spread across jeremy’s face. “nah. it’s friday, i’m gettin laid.”

josh laughed, lisa and karen rolled their eyes. karen got up from the table. “you’re such a dick, jeremy,” she said, then headed into the kitchen.

jeremy looked at lisa and winked. he smirked at her.

lisa’s heart skipped a beat. josh and jeremy were both staring at her, she looked from jeremy to josh. “you fuckin asshole…” she said, pushing her chair back and standing. karen looked into the dining room from the kitchen to find out what was going on.

josh rested his elbows on the table, unfazed. he watched lisa walk around the table. “you’re not going anywhere tonight,” he told her.

lisa didn’t respond. karen walked out of the kitchen, wondering why her sister stayed quiet. “are you gonna come to my game?” she asked her.

lisa crossed her arms and looked down at josh.

“i just said she’s not going anywhere,” he said, looking over at lisa. he smirked, but karen didn’t see it.

karen was confused. “why are you doing everything he says?”

“yeah, lisa?” jeremy asked. “why are you doing everything josh says? what’s the matter?”

lisa huffed and stomped out of the room. she could hear her brothers laughing as she went upstairs.




lisa found josh’s room empty and slipped inside. she closed the door behind her, but not all the way. she went over to his computer and clicked his email.

“fuck!” she whispered loudly, looking at the screen. his email required a password. “shit.”

“what are you doing?”

lisa jumped and spun around. “damnit karen, don’t sneak up on people like that! christ, i thought you were josh.”

“why are you looking at his email? what’s going on?” she asked, leaning into one hip and crossing her arms.

“i need his damn password.”

“maybe its cockmaster, or hornyasshole, or-“

“or none of your business,” josh said from behind karen. karen turned towards him. “get up, lisa. you’re not getting into my email.”

lisa got up and stood next to karen. “why’d you tell jeremy?”

“tell jeremy what?” karen asked.

josh ignored her. “don’t know what your talkin about,” josh laughed.

lisa huffed and stormed past josh. he smirked. “you’ll find out…” he whispered as she walked past him.




karen had changed into her cheerleading uniform and left the house. lisa changed into a pair of sweatpants and sat infront of the tv. she had no idea what josh and jeremy were doing, and didn’t care to find out. but she soon would.



“see? i told you our sister’s a slut.”

jeremy stared at his older brother’s computer screen. “damn. you should send this to dad anyways.”

josh rubbed his chin. “nah, my way was a lot more fun.”

“what happened at school today?” jeremy asked, adjusting his dick in his basketball shorts.

“i found out shawn had set up a camcorder in his room, taped it, then put it on the internet to brag. apparently our sister’s a fuckin prize if you get to fuck her.”

“so he was bragging? what’d you do?” jeremy asked, not taking his eyes off the screen.

“found shawn before football practice and beat the fuck outta him, he agreed to take it off the internet.”

jeremy leaned back in the chair. he paused the video, leaving a still image of lisa bent over, her head tilted towards the ceiling, a look of pleasure on her face, brendon’s dick in her pussy. “she probably snuck out you know. the house is awful quiet.”

“no, she’s here. trust me. she’s here…”

jeremy looked up at his brother.