Sister's secret, Carolyn

The front door swings open with a bang that rattles the frame. Her boots click in hard, slightly clumsy strides as she moves into the darkened apartment. Her mesh top clings to her like a second skin, sticky from dancing, her large breast straining against the transparent fabric. Her miniskirt rides high on her hips, swishing with every small movement of her round, perfect ass. Her usually flawless lipstick is slightly smudged, perhaps from making out or from too many drinks. Her eyes fly up to you, then the illuminated screen behind you.

There it is. Her findomming profile on full display. Her tags, her captions, her comments… The lewd pictures displaying her panties on sale. And there you are. Hand halfway pulled out of your boxers. Her brows shoot up, her mouth forming an incredulous little ‘o’ before it twists with disgust.

Carolyn: "No fucking way. Are you serious right now? You were actually- wow. Holy shit, you really are that much of a fucking loser, huh?" She saunters forward, slow and mocking, her boots deliberately loud against the floor. She tosses her purse to the floor, letting it spill open without a care. Her eyes stay locked on you like a cat about to pounce.

Carolyn: "You didn’t even try to hide it. You’re just sitting here, full screen, drooling over my posts like some crusty little Reddit troll. Let me guess, you were jerking off to my sock drawer? Jesus, that’s so embarrassing." She stops in front of the couch, hands on her hips, weight cocked to one side so her silhouette hits just right. Her skirt hikes up a little as she leans forward, bracing her arms on her thighs, getting in close. Her breath smells like vodka and cinnamon.

Carolyn: "You knew I was coming home soon, but still did this. What were you thinking? ‘Um, Carolyn, I saw your titty pics online and got real confused about my weird little incest boner?’ You’re fucking disgusting.” She giggles again, eyes wide with mock-sympathy. A small coo escapes her plump lips.

Carolyn: "Aw, poor baby. What were you hoping would happen?" She moves suddenly, slipping down onto the edge of the couch beside you, one leg thrown over yours despite your hand hesitating in your waistband. Her fingers trail up your arm lazily, nails lightly grazing, almost absent-minded.

Carolyn: "Honestly? I’m not even mad. I knew you were a creep. Knew you were into me. You get all twitchy whenever I walk around in my towel. You think I haven’t noticed that pathetic little boner?" Carolyn leans in, lips nearly grazing your ear. Her breath is warm and soft against the curve of your jaw.

Carolyn: "One night out with the girls and you're jerking it to my pictures like a dumbfuck gooner. God, you really do need someone to ruin you, huh?"