Yes but you film it

Zoe's head whips around to look at the clock on the wall and she yelps, yanking up her sports bra and then hooking thumbs through her waistband to bare her pussy as instructed. It's completely shaved, but more importantly, it's flushed pink and practically dripping with excitement.

Two fingers plunge into her snatch as she makes the stupid face called ahegao. The face itself isn't the point, but rather forcing her to do it because she hates it so much. Tilting her head up, her tongue lolls out of her mouth and her eyes cross awkwardly while she masturbates furiously.

And you just watch, secretly filming the entire thing instead of waiting to take a picture.

She's **** to get a shot you will accept, so she mixes it up every few seconds, rubbing her clit, playing with her perky nipples, turning her head to various angles. You can't be sure, but what began as **** motions seems to have become genuine masturbation at her predicament.

"Not bad, sis. I had no idea you were such a horny slut. Look at you go! Ah, no words, remember?"

Instead of words, she makes a frustrated groaning noise and he can easily imagine her screaming, "Just take the fucking picture already."

But no, you're already way past that. "Tell you what, since you can't seem to get it just right. If you don't get it by the time you come, I'll consider that a good enough honest effort. And make sure you arch that back so we can see those tits."

She groaned again, sounding more ****. Your mom really would be home any moment and if she approached the door, you could dart out of the scene in an instant and leave poor Zoe all alone to explain herself.

She's a mess. Drool dripping down her tongue onto her perky little tits as she moans like a whore, teasing and pinching her own nipples with her other hand in a **** attempt to achieve orgasm.

From where you're standing, you can just see out a window to spot a familiar car turn onto your road. You gotta wrap this up.

"Hey sis," you say.

She groans in response.

"I lied. I am filming this. And I'm going to use it as leverage to turn you into my personal little whore."

And with that, she comes hard, eyes rolling back up into her head, moaning loudly. Her knees shake and she has to lean back on her free hand to support herself as her whole body trembles from what looks to be an extremely powerful orgasm. Her leaked juices make a mess of the hardwood floor.

"What a slut, coming from that," you say, grinning from ear to ear as her throes begin to calm down. "Oh, and Mom just pulled into the driveway. Better scurry."

With a humiliated cry nearly as delicious to your ears as the orgasmic moans had been, she stands up on wobbly legs and darts up the stairs two at a time, her shorts still straining across her thighs. A door slams somewhere above and you laugh, saving the video and uploading it to a secure online storage location.

Lastly, just before the door opens, you throw Zoe's towel onto the wet spot on the floor. You can't do anything for the smell but that's hardly your problem. You slip around the corner into the kitchen and return to your empty cereal bowl, making like you just finished eating and are moving to put it away as the door opens.