Workout then help Karen

Karen wasn't home yet so Matt switched to shorts and a struggled through some pushups and chin-ups. He was sick of the football jerks pushing him around and knew he wouldn't have a chance to defend himself unless he had at least some muscle on him. Besides, he was pretty sure girls preferred muscle to scrawny nerds and, at a new school, he still had time to redefine himself.

He'd worked up a good sweat when he heard a wolf-whistle.

His sister, wearing a pair of short-shorts and a sheer top with a black bra underneath, stood in the doorway watching him.

"Very funny," he said.

"Any particular girl you're trying to impress? Or have you decided to try out for the football team?"

"Hi Karen." He ignored her question. "I didn't see you at school."

"I missed the bus because I was taking care of Amy's horses but her mom gave me a ride. And I got a ride home from a friend."

"A male friend?"

"Is that any of your business?"

"Only if it's Jordan or Freddy. Those creeps really bug me."

"In that case, no. A girlfriend."

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{else}Do you want to review your trig?"{endif}

Karen shrugged, the gesture sending intriguing movements through her breasts. "Sure. Let me put on a bathing suit and I can work on my tan while we do it."

Matt certainly wasn't going to complain about that. Although he did wonder what kind of pervert he was to get turned on by his own sister.