Nude, obviously

"Nudes, duh," Jake laughs, trying to play it casual. "She posts bikini shots all over Instagram. I jerk it to those all the time."

Eric slaps his arm, "Dude, I do not need to know that! But okay, if you beat me next time I'll get her to send you some nudes. But if I win, I want to pick the next game. I'm getting kind bored of Black Ops."

Jake blinks. Those stakes are insanely unbalanced, but Eric doesn't seem to think so. He just shrugs and shakes on it.

It's like a completely different person took over Eric's controller that game. His reaction time plummets, he's fumbling button presses, he even "accidentally" picked the wrong loadout and is stuck using one of the shittier slow-firing pistols the whole match.

"Okay, that time I know you threw," Jake insists after he's won. "What kind of set-up is this? Did Janie put you up to something?"

Eric tosses his controller to the floor. "There's no fucking set-up, dude, you just beat me! You don't have to rub my nose in it. It's bad enough I have to get you my own sister's fucking nudes."

He grabs his phone, and Jake thinks he's gonna text Janie again but he stands up and leaves the room instead. Jake hears voices talking through the wall, but can't quite hear what they're saying. A few minutes later, his own phone dings. Pictures come in, sent from Eric's phone, with the message "She doesn't want you to have her number. Says you're a creep."

The pictures tell a different story, though. There she is, in her bed, spread out invitingly on top of the covers, still wearing the same t-shirt he just saw her in so you know these are brand new.

In the first picture, she's got her knees up in the air, spread wide to show the bare holes where those panties in your pocket should've been. Her pussy is pink and wet, the hair trimmed back for practicality's sake but not completely shaved.

In the second, she's rolled over, her legs tucked up under her with the hem of her shirt pulled halfway up her back, showing off the round curve of her ass. Down below, bare feet are scrunched up slightly, her soft toes pink next to her pale soles.

The third picture has her up on her knees, the shirt tucked up under her chin to expose her small but soft tits, hanging free over her smooth, tight stomach. She has a finger in her mouth, biting the tip and winking at the camera seductively.

As he flips back and forth between these pictures, just trying to convince himself that they're even real, Jake realizes something. These aren't selfies. Eric took these sexy shots of his own sister for him.