My Sister’s Lotion pt. 2

“Jack get out of the hallway!”

My buddy’s voice boomed through my headphones a second too late. The next thing I knew my avatar was face down, bullet wounds spraying blood from my face onto the digital carpeting.

“Jeeze dude what’s gotten into you!”

I just couldn’t get my head into the game lately. Too many distractions I supposed. I glanced over at the empty bottles on my desk as I awaited re-spawn, a slight stirring in my boxers as I briefly imagined how violently I would be defiling them later that night.

I was distracted by a rapping at my door.

“Jack lemme in. I need to talk to you.”

It was Jenn… My asshole sister. She probably wanted to tease me about staying in on Saturday and gaming. I wanted to just ignore her, but she might be wearing one of those tight tank tops with no bra on… or maybe her tight yoga pants that stretched almost transparently over her big, round ass.

“What do you want!” I hollered back through the door.

“Just let me in, fucker!”

She always knew how to charm a guy.

I rolled my chair back and lazily flipped open the lock on the door handle open. She quickly slipped into my room and shut the door behind her. I pretended to ignore her entrance and rolled back over to my computer desk. I flicked my sights over the empty bottles on my desk, somewhat uncomfortable of their presence while in such close proximity to my sister.

“Hey whats up dude” She awkwardly made her way over to my bed and plopped down, attempting to appear casual. I didn’t know what her angle was yet, but she always had one.

“Nothing ‘dude'” I mocked. She was rarely this chummy.

A few moments of awkward silence ensued. Her smell wafted through my room. I breathed it in quietly, savoring the sweet, sensual smell. I worked to maintain my focus on the game and not on her.

“Watcha playin’?” She inquired… unusually interested in what I was doing.

“What the fuck do you want, Jenn?” I mumbled with irritation.

“Dude, relax.” I heard her shift on my bed uncomfortably and used it as an excuse to look over. I was exceedingly irritated that she was invading my privacy with no apparent reason, but I also wanted to look at her. To see what she was wearing. To use her as material for the ‘session’ I would undoubtedly undergo later to quench the veritable thirst of those bottles.

I was not displeased. She looked as slutty as I had hoped. She was wearing an unnecessarily tight-fitting tee which blatantly showed off her braless state. Her big fleshy tits were hanging ever-so-slightly, nipples hard and upturned pushing fiercely against the stretched fabric. The letters “OMG” were printed largely in black across her chest and one hard nipple was pushing right through the middle of the “O”. Her big, dark areola was slightly visible through the taut material and was practically begging to have a wet tongue dragged around it. Her tight, metallic red daisy dukes didn’t class her up much either. Her fat pussy lips were split by the middle seam and appeared to be sucking in the material whorishly.

“Sorry. How can I help you, Miss?” I said mockingly, rolling my eyes but also taking every brief moment I could to glance down and drink in her beautiful body.

“I gotta talk to you about something” She said carefully.

She was having problems keeping direct eye contact with me and I believed one of her sideways glances traveled over the empty bottles on my desk. Based on her tone and uncomfortable body language, I supposed I should at least be taking this interaction a tiny bit more seriously.

“Okay. What’s up?” I resigned to a normal conversation, free of our usual brother-sister verbal hatred. She glanced again to my side and I was sure she was looking at the bottles this time. I was beginning to become intrigued. I’d never seen her so awkward and non self-interested around me.

“So I was talking Connie the other day…” She began trailing off.

Connie was one of her “customers”. I was tasked with providing some “Skincare product” for Connie and Jessica the night before. Connie and Jessica were Jenn’s school buddies. Equally as self-absorbed and bitchy around me at school as Jenn, but just about as bangin’ hot. They were not quite as stacked as my sister, but still the fuel of many sock-filling evenings.

“…And they said before they buy, they want to see-“

“Hold up. What do you mean ‘buy'” I interrupted her mid-sentence.

She looked up at me with an instant ‘oh shit’ face and sat silently for a moment.

“What do you mean ‘buy’ Jenn?” I repeated a second time, this time a bit more fiercely.

“Shit Jack…” She began stuttering. “It’s just… I didn’t intend to-“

“You’re selling it?” I whispered, glancing at my closed door. This conversation was going south quickly and I didn’t want the parental units catching on to what was going on.

“Jesus Jenn what the fuck” I was more ashamed of her than mad. “You’re planning on selling my cum to girls at school and you weren’t even going to tell me?”

“Hold up dude I was gonna tell you… I was just waiting for a good time” She quickly began back-pedaling. “Really I was”.

“And did you have any inclination to split the money with me?” I asked the obvious question. I turned my chair fully toward her. Challenging her.

“Uh.. Well yeah!” She stammered, probably lying. She was gonna use me for her own gain. That bitch. I guess she wasn’t as stupid as I thought, but she was still a stupid bitch.

“Man fuck you… Is that why you came in here? To tell me you were using me for your personal profiteering? Jeeze Jenn…” I trailed off.

If I had to be honest with myself, it didn’t bother me too bad. I mean it wasn’t like I was going out of my way to provide her “product”, and the idea of her hot-ass friends spreading it on their bodies was payment enough. But it was a good piece of leverage that I may need later, so I was playing into it.

“Sorry dude” She averted her eyes downward. That was probably the first time I had ever heard those words exit her mouth. It was very uncharacteristic of her and took me off my guard a bit.

“That’s not why I came in here…” She kept her eyes averted.

I waited a few moments for her to continue. She seemed to be looking for the words she needed.

“They said before they … buy…” She hesitantly continued her earlier sentence. “They wanted some… Proof” She glanced up at me on the last word, seemingly hoping I understood without further explanation.

I shrugged “Just tell me what the fuck you’re talking about, Jenn.”

She pursed her lips in thought briefly. I was intrigued. I could tell her mind was battling itself.

“Just take this..” She finally began. Her words and movements obviously chosen carefully “and record yourself… doing it”

She leaned forward, reached back to the tiny back pocket in her daisy dukes and flipped her pink, rhinestone-encrusted cell phone onto my bed next to my pillow.

At first, I was confused. I glanced at the phone, then back to her. Her phone was her most treasured material possession. I caught her gaze once again flick past the bottles on my desk and at that point, it immediately became apparent what she wanted. A wave of confusion, but also excitement washed over me. I opened my mouth in preparation to break the quickly thickening tension in the room, but no words came out. She took the initiative.

“I know it’s weird as fuck, but yes, I’ll split the money with you.” She spoke tentatively.

I hadn’t actually considered yet whether I was going to fulfill her request or not, but I quickly supposed I’d do it whether I was being paid or not.