He works on his alibi.

I couldn’t just continue with my day now. I’d concocted an elaborate lie to cover my tracks with Nadine. She wanted to read something I’d written. That meant I would have to go and boot up my PC.

I considered just searching my usual fapping sites for a decent story, but somehow I knew that would be a bad call. She worked in the creative industries, an industry in which plagiarism checks were instinctual when reviewing someone else’s copy.

I headed upstairs, hesitating on the landing as my thoughts drifted to the fun I could have with my older sister and my new powers.

No. I must stay strong. Nadine wanted to read a story and that’s what she was going to get.

I booted up my PC, listening to its soft hum as the screen flickered into life. What would I write about? I considered writing a straight up **** love affair between a brother and his older sister, but I figured that would be too blatant, plus, let’s be honest, I had interest in more people than just Nadine.

Then it came to me. Why not write my own story, based on me? Change a few names and places and bingo, the perfect story. Completely autobiographical, seemingly fantastical, and easy because I’d been there. I’d done the very same things that I was describing.

I loaded Word and sat down for the long haul, my fingers beginning to fly as I settled down and began to write.

Three hours later I glanced at my phone. Time flies when you’re having fun. My character, ‘Mark’, had just left the gym, his head full of images of his personal trainer ‘Sam’s’ ass. That should do for now. I looked at the word count. 15,000 words? In three hours? Maybe I really should consider writing as a career.

From downstairs I heard the front door open and I knew that it must be either my mom, Amy, or both returning from their respective days. I got up from my seat, stretching my back and feeling the return of the burning punishment gained from my time at the gym, and noticed the tented fabric of my jeans. I reached into my pocket and grabbed the box that held Amy's present, stashing it under my pillow for safe keeping.

I should really go down and say hello.