Make a pass for the sister.

John sat in his La-Z-Boy, sipping a brewski, watching the Padres lose to the Cubs. Jen spent Sundays with her work gal pal Annie, a long legged, whistle-worthy redhead with no sense of humor and a taste for abusive boyfriends. Jen & Annie shared an interest in old wooden puzzles. They'd found the Holy Grail of wooden puzzles last month - a pair of PAR puzzles stuffed beneath cookbooks in a thrift shop. Bought for fifty cents each, sold to a collector for ,200. They'd bought a big-screen TV with Jen's half, and John had been a devoted puzzle fan ever since...

He brought the can to his lips and tilted, only to find it empty. A hand dangled a fresh beer in his face. A soft, feminine hand.

"Here ya go..." Amy teased. She sat on the armrest, her short skirt spilling across her tan thighs. He grabbed for the beer and she pulled it away. He sighed and made another grab, quicker this time. He snatched the can from her hand, popped the top, took a long pull, sighed.

"Thought you were going out with Jen & Annie," he said, then belched softly behind his hand.

"Nah. They're boring. All Annie ever talks about is that smelly boyfriend of hers, and who cares about puzzles anyway." She produced an open beer from somewhere behind her. She sipped thoughtfully.

"Hey, you're not old enough for that!" He reached for the can.

"Oh, c'mon, don't be a geek! It's not like I'm a kid."

"All right, Just don't tell Jen or I'll get it."

"I won't," she smiled. He smiled back. They shared a secret, he realized. If they can share one secret, maybe they can share many more...

He glanced down at her bare knee. Her legs slightly parted, he could see the vee of her legs, the white fresh cotton of her pantied crotch. Heaven. His erection stirred. What to do, what to do...