Not very long, as it turns out

After perhaps ten minutes of Rachel talking about this bimbo or that hunk on her reality TV show, I notice her cheeks have flushed slightly when she pauses to shift in her chair. She takes a controlled breath, and lets it out slowly, then gives her head a little shake and rubs her thighs together very subtly. If I hadn't been looking specifically for subtle hints, I'd have probably missed it.

The bitch is getting horny.

Suppressing a grin, I gesture to the TV. "Well, I gotta say I can see a few reasons to watch this." On screen, three of the women were climbing into a hot tub in skimpy little bikinis. "They really found some sweet, sweet, eye candy, didn't they?"

Rachel's mouth opens and I expect a sarcastic comment or a scalding rebuke of my chauvinist ways, but instead she just says, "Yeah..." She slips one hand between her thighs, probably to ease some of her tension. She must have thought I was distracted by the scene on the show and wouldn't notice. But I know that the choice would invite a fresh barrage of sexual thoughts to rage in her mind.

I laugh. "Oh, is that the real reason you watch? All these sexy bodies and raging hormones? Is this like porn for you?"

Panting slightly, she turns to glare at me, but the effect is ruined by her obvious arousal. "What? Ew. Don't talk to me about p–porn." Her eyes half-close and she moans very softly before recovering. "I've seen what you get off to."

I smile, sitting up on the couch to face her instead of the TV. "Oh, yeah? And what do you get off to? It's got to be something because you sure can't expect me to believe you just don't masturbate. Do you even see yourself right now?"

She whips her arm to her side and manages a properly withering scowl. "Fuck you."

"Say please. Maybe I will." I shift so that the growing bulge in my pants becomes incredibly obvious. I pull the material tight so she can clearly see the shape and size of my cock. "You're so obviously in need of a good fuck."

Her gaze drops to my crotch. Then, to my great delight, her eyes widen with what I can only assume is shock and horror but instead of tearing my head off with her cutting rhetoric she blushes furiously and storms out of the room to dash up the stairs.

Probably to go masturbate unsuccessfully in her room.

That was the most fun I have ever had. I can't help myself and let out a huge barking laugh at the mental image. The poor girl is probably going to need help, unless she manages to get off on something without holding it. But how likely is she to try that without knowing it's the only way?

Eh. I'll check on her later. I've got plenty of other things to do and now I'm horny, myself. I'm itching to take this new monster cock for a test drive and there's no way I'm going back to masturbating now that I have the app.

Once again I look at the list of names in the app. Still just my family. There's got to be a way to add more people. I'm going to need a whole lot more bitches.