I'd be lying if I tried to say the idea wasn't tempting. If there was any way to get what she was offering without going through her, I would have been all for it. I just felt a little silly discussing such things with my little sister.
But then, she was totally the one pushing the envelope. She might actually be just as perverted as I was. "Well, shit, sis. That sounds fucking hot."
She smiled mischievously. "Yeah, it does, doesn't it? It actually makes me kinda hot thinking about my role in all this. Leading innocent young things to you to take advantage of them."
"Wow." I guess I really didn't know my sister that well.
She laughed. "I'm just kidding. Well, mostly anyway." She walked away to pick up her laptop and I got a definite whiff of feminine arousal from her as she returned. I was still painfully erect and she made a point of glancing down at my pants. "Down, boy. Let me show you the girls I've got in mind before you lose it right here."
She sat down on the bed with her computer on her lap and motioned me over to her. I sat a few inches away and she sighed and cozied up closer, pressing her hip and thigh against mine. Her browser was open to a school page containing brief dossiers on a bunch of freshmen girls. "Look. These are all the redbands on campus." She indicated her own striped wristband as if to explain why she called the students redbands.
She scrolled past several profiles and selected one. The site indicated her name was Jessica, an 18-year-old freshman.
"This is Jess. She's super cute and pretty dumb. She played volleyball in highschool, and I know you like those butts."
I made a coughing sound in protest but she was right. Volleyball did amazing things to butts and thighs, that was just a fact.
She laughed. "I think we're a bit past this awkwardness, damn. I would blow you myself if I thought it would do you any good, but you'd probably just scream and faint." Her eyes were on mine, intense.
She had to be joking, teasing me. Right? I shrugged her off but she reached down and gripped my cock through my pants.
"Bro. You're a mess. Can we just get through this or do you really need to get one out of your system before you can focus? I don't have time to pussyfoot around your awkwardness."
Author's note: I'd like to solicit feedback on this thread regarding its direction. I have a few ideas y'all can comment on or vote for if you want me to develop them.
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