Keep showing off

You stay exactly where you are, cock standing thick and heavy, the head already shiny with a slow bead of precum that catches the gray morning light. You don’t bother covering up. You don’t even shift your weight. You just give her a small, almost lazy nod toward the open door.

“Go on.”

Your sister’s throat works. She adjusts the laundry basket against her hip, eyes still glued to the rigid length of you for one more hungry second, then forces herself to turn. The first few steps are stiff. At the doorway she hesitates—just long enough for you to see the way her shoulders rise and fall a little too fast—then she glances back over her shoulder. The look is quick, almost guilty, but it lingers on your cock like she’s trying to burn the image into her brain before she disappears down the hall. The soft pad of her bare feet fades toward the stairs.

You’re alone again. Naked. Hard. The house is still quiet.

You don’t move. You don’t reach for clothes. You just stand there in the middle of your room, cock twitching every few seconds, and wait.

Less than a minute later the soft creak of the stairs returns. She appears in the doorway again, empty-handed this time, cheeks still flushed. She doesn’t step all the way in. She stays on the threshold, eyes dropping straight back to the thick, upright shaft between your thighs like it’s a magnet.

“Do you… need help with anything else?” Her voice is smaller than usual. The usual snark is gone. She’s biting the inside of her lip.

You don’t answer with words. You simply look down at your cock, then back up at her face, and point—one finger, deliberate, aimed right at the flushed, leaking head.

Her breath catches. The color in her cheeks deepens. For a second she just stares, pupils blown, thighs pressing together under those little shorts. Then she swallows hard and takes one slow step into the room.

The door stays open behind her.

You can already feel the shift settling in—the way her usual attitude is folding under the simple fact of you standing there hard and unashamed, the way she’s waiting for whatever comes next instead of filling the silence with sarcasm. The rest of the house is still quiet. Mom’s shift hasn’t started. Dad’s truck is still in the driveway. Your sister is right here, looking at your cock like it’s the only thing in the world that matters.