The worst possible person

You turned around to see Lucy standing there with a shocked expression on her face that you assumed matched your own. You didn’t know how you hadn’t heard her sneak up behind you but it was too late now to try and make up an excuse now when she had clearly seen the same image as you.

Out of everyone who could have seen that text that Grace had just sent, Lucy was the one you considered to be the worst and you knew that if you didn’t get the situation under control she would use this at every opportunity to try and **** you. You could see the glint in her eye as she expected you to deny it so with no other options, you decided to go on the offensive.

“Yeah it is, doesn’t she look great” you responded, tilting your phone back towards her so she could see the photo again.

She looked momentarily startled that you hadn’t reacted the way she thought and given her reaction, you carried on pushing the conversation.

“I’m sure you’ve sent dirty texts to your boyfriend all the time and I’m sure Mom and Sarah would love to hear all about what the two of you have been getting up to while you’ve been away at college” you continued, making Lucy screw up her face and squint her eyes at you.

“You’ve already tried using that card before” Lucy quipped back.

“And there's nothing stopping me from using it again. I’m not gonna play fair if you think you can get away with hanging anything over my head and I really don’t think you wanna go down the path of mutually assured destruction” you replied, gambling that Lucy would value her own secrets just as highly as your own.

Again she scowled at you for a moment but the silence told you that she didn’t have anything in mind to get back at you right now. Still, you knew it was only time until she found a way to get back at you so leaving the conversation as is wasn’t going to do you any good in the future.

“Look, we both know what I’m doing with everyone here at home so why not broaden my horizons just a little more” you grinned, seeing her not looking pleased with your plans.

“You mean Emma and Grace?” she asked back, confused as to why you were revealing all this.

“Exactly. Maybe one or two more if I feel the need but for now, why don’t we be more open and honest with each other. You weren’t exactly unwilling when you jerked me off in the shower yesterday so don’t act like you are 100% against the idea” you teased, seeing her cheeks redden but she started to get angry.

“As if! If you expect me to watch while you try and make this place your own weird sex cult then you’ve got another thing coming” Lucy argued, not backing down.

“Why not? You’ve seen Mom recently. She's been happier ever since this whole thing started. Me and Sarah aren’t arguing anymore and even if you don’t think you haven’t changed, I can tell you are. The Lucy I know would never have agreed to a ‘girl’s weekend’ so don’t try and deny it” you argued back, taking a step closer to her when you saw her without a response, carrying on to pressing the advantage.

“Look. I’m working on making everyone happier so you can either come along for the ride willingly like everyone else or I’ll have to drag you along kicking and screaming. Actually, that second option doesn’t sound too bad. You’ll be satisfying your fascination with my cum either way so the choice is up to you” you said finishing off, seeing that she was struck speechless at what you had said and moved back to where you were before.

You had no idea what was going through her head at the moment but you were surprised at yourself for actually standing up to her. You didn’t know if it was the fact that you had just got a blowjob not even ten feet away, but you felt a lot more confident in yourself right now which was all you seemed to need to turn the tables on your older sister.

“Y-you better sleep with one eye open tonight” Lucy shot back, trying to threaten you but stumbling on her words as she turned her back on you to leave.

You could only grin at her as she stormed off towards her room but a seed of doubt was planted in the back of your mind that she might actually try to do something to you after you went to bed. With your new perk letting you sleep less you might be able to catch her in the act but only time would tell if she actually decided to get her ****.

Not much time had passed since you had left your room so you still felt the need to wait a little longer before going back inside. There was a chance that Sarah or Emma had heard you talking with Lucy but as long as they managed to get dressed in time, their talk wouldn’t have been seen as anything suspicious.

With nothing else to do, you turned your attention back to your phone and realised you had left Grace on read after she sent her photo, apparently causing her to freak out a little bit in the process.

Grace: Sorry if that was inappropriate.

Grace: I don’t know what came over me.

Each comment was a couple of minutes after the next and you could see that she was currently typing a new one as you read them. Before she could regret her decision any further you quickly typed out a reply before she could finish her own.

Max: I’m so sorry for not replying. I ended up staring at my phone and Emma nearly caught me. Had to hide my phone and couldn’t reply.

You typed, seeing that her message was still being written before the dots disappeared, apparently rethinking her message and giving you time to carry on writing.

Max: You look amazing by the way. It wasn’t inappropriate at all and if you ever feel in the mood to send anything else like that then send as many as you like ;)

You wanted to start being a bit more flirty with her while you had your confidence boost and as you saw her retyping her message yet again, you hoped she would reciprocate.

Grace: As long as Emma isn’t around then I can send you something else :)

That was the response you were looking for but the fact that she actually sent you something like that was still mind-blowing. You gave another quick look around to see if you were safe to ask for another and carefully considered if you were willing to take the risk.