Peter's room to apologize

The thought makes you physically cringe. Yes, you were undoubtedly in the wrong by refusing his... generous offer to dose you last night, but the last thing you want to do is give him the satisfaction of admitting it to his face. You sigh. Even though you could get Peter in trouble for wasting a dose on your face, he could just as easily return the favor by telling your parents that you turned him down. Best to clear the air between the two of you before it escalates to a higher authority.

Without bothering to get dressed (it's unsettling how used to walking around naked you are), you trudge out into the hallway and turn towards your brother's room. A second after you knock, you hear a thud and a groan. The moron must have fallen out of bed.

"Okay Mom, I'm up!" he calls out.

You roll your eyes and hiss, "It's me, idiot. Open up!"

The door swings open without warning, startling you. There's Peter, wearing sweatpants, a T-shirt with holes in it, and a shit eating grin plastered across his face. He openly ogles your nudity, lingering on your pert tits before he sees the dried cum on your face. His smile widens. "What can I do for you, Sarah?" he asks, leaning against the door frame in what you can only guess is his poor approximation of a casual pose.

Can eyeballs develop hernias? If so, you're in danger of one due to how much he's making you roll them. You adopt a no-nonsense, hands-on-hips pose opposite his dopey, awkward one. The effect is slightly deflated by your bedhead, the mess on your face, and your currently unkempt appearance.

"I just wanted to, uh, apologize," you say, immediately stumbling over the words. It isn't something you're used to telling Peter. "For last night, I mean. I shouldn't have turned down your offer to dose me." A very slight tinge of red creeps up your cheeks, and you hastily add, "But you didn't have to waste it on a facial!"

Peter appraises you silently for a moment, his expression fading to a more neutral, judgemental look. His staring makes your skin crawl as he takes in every inch of your body, and you suddenly regret not throwing some clothes on first.

Finally, he says, "What are you gonna do to make it up to me?"

You blink. This, you hadn't expected, though you really should have. "Come on, dick, I'm trying to be-"

He interrupts you. "That cum could have gone towards someone who would have appreciated it more, like Mom. Or Rachel." The shit eating grin returns.

Your throat constricts, and you have to hold back a sudden welling of tears. God, poor Rachel. She was - is - one of your friends from school. Currently, she's comatose in the hospital, yet another victim from a family with too many daughters. Last you heard, the donation fund was moving slowly, and her little sister was rapidly losing IQ points as well. Bringing her up is a low blow, even for Peter.

Before you can tell him off, he shrugs and continues, "I don't know if I can give doses to such a selfish girl, ethically speaking. If you ever wanna swallow my jizz again, I think you need to prove you deserve it. So what are you gonna do to make it up to me?"

You grit your teeth and glare at him. Apologizing was such a mistake. But... his threat makes you more uneasy than his lecherous gaze does. If you lost Peter as a regular donor, that could spell bad news for you. Very bad news. Rachel bad new.

After a moment of internal struggle, you finally blurt out, "Fine! To make it up to you, I'll..."