Chapter 2

My premature kid had been ghosting for weeks. My brother said his little buddy was dodging him and he couldn’t figure out why, but I knew damn well — it was because he was scared of me! These boys are so childish, and like kids, they forget everything quick. And with the end-of-year holidays rolling around, the kid was back in my room with my brother, playing video games like nothing ever happened.

I got back from outside and found the two of them in the room my brother shared with me. My brother was sitting on the floor, and he was on the bed, the two of them taking turns on the video game. I greeted the guy with a big smile, and he just mumbled a super embarrassed “hi,” looking away fast.

“Ih! My sister’s hitting on you,” my brother teased! Without knowing it, he made the vibe all tense, but he didn’t pick up on anything weird between us.

I laughed and sat on the bed next to the guy. It was getting dark outside, and the room light was off — the place was lit only by the TV screen. I looked at the young dude beside me, smiling all flirty and provocative, trying to catch his eye. He knew I was staring but wouldn’t make any eye contact.

“What kinda cruel shit am I gonna pull on him now without getting caught?” I thought to myself.

“Dork! Psst!!!” I tried to say it without my brother hearing. I had a plan. “Gimme your WhatsApp!” I handed him my phone so he could type in his number, and he did.

“Now go to the bathroom and send me a pic of your dick.” I ordered.

Even in the dim room, I could see the look of pain and nerves on his face. I gave him a quick kiss on the cheek and stood up all perky so he could catch a peek under my skirt. I went to the living room to watch TV with my parents while that went down. I didn’t really think he’d actually do it — my plan was just to mess with him! But then I heard a noise in the hallway, and there he was, heading to the bathroom with a towel over his shoulder and a backpack. He was gonna take a shower.

“Is he really gonna snap those pics? If he does, it’ll be now!” I was starting to get anxious at the thought, imagining what his dick looked like. I’d noticed an interesting bulge last time, and the idea was turning me on. I crossed my legs tighter and felt a warm heat building, my face probably flushed red, and I bet I was grinning without realizing it.

A notification on my phone — a message from him… I felt like it was Christmas morning opening presents, all hyped up as I read it:

“I can’t do it, I don’t think it’s gonna happen…”

My eyes rolled all the way back. “What a pathetic kid!” I thought.

“If you won’t send the dick, I want the ass.” I texted back. If he sent me a pic of his ass, I’d roast him so bad he’d need years of therapy to recover from the damage. The whole thing had me cracking up, and my parents nearby didn’t even bat an eye — it was normal for me to be on my phone chatting with my friends.

“Honey, we’re heading to bed, okay? I’ll make up your bed, come in quiet so you don’t wake us.” My parents said, getting up to go to their room.

The house was winding down for the night, and soon it’d just be my brother and me — I’d go hunting. It didn’t take long; as soon as my parents hit their room, I snuck to the bathroom and knocked softly on the door. It was locked, and he seemed done with his shower — he’d taken forever. The lock clicked open, and before he could see who it was, I shoved him back inside with the door, slamming it shut and locking it behind me.

I didn’t let him say a word — his eyes went wide, and it was hard to breathe with all the steam in the air. I yanked off the towel he’d wrapped around himself when he opened the door and tossed it on the floor. My hand grabbed his dick before my tongue could dive into his mouth. He was so nervous he could barely kiss me right. He squeezed my ass hard while I jerked his limp cock.

“Back up against the sink,” I ordered, pushing him there.

I got in position and dropped down to suck his soft dick. I started by fondling his balls and taking his whole flaccid cock in my mouth, sucking slow on the head, but nothing happened. I pressed a finger against his asshole to see if that’d get him going, but nope… Nothing. I didn’t have much else to do there. Frustrated and pissed, I wiped my mouth and stormed out, ignoring him completely.

I started wondering what the hell was up with that. The first time, it could’ve been the surprise, and now maybe the fear of getting caught — guys go limp, sure, but twice in a row? At least the first time he came before it even got hard. I gotta admit, it kinda stung like rejection. Was I not turning him on? I was so horny — teasing him got me all worked up, I wanted to mess with him but I wanted real sex too.

That was our last run-in, even more frustrating than the first. Sitting there in the living room under the blanket covering the couch, I decided to take the edge off. I rubbed one out and came quick. At that moment, I had no idea what was still to come. But that’s a story for next time.