Shelly makes her move.

This is starting to get ridiculous. If things go on like this, you’ll need to come up with a system to clean your underwear. Or go to a doctor.

It’s 11:30,. You change your underwear, go to the bathroom, take a piss, wash your face, brush your teeth and go to the kitchen to get some breakfast. There you see your sister in her pajamas, a purple camisole and blue shorts and why on earth are you getting hard!?

Shelly seems to catch a glimpse of it and is she smiling at it!? What!?

“Good morning, brother.” She greets you, walking up to you to hug you tightly and kiss your cheek. You press your legs together, trying to hide your erection.

“G-Good M-Morning, Shelly.” You stammer.

“Hey, I made breakfast,” She says, uncomfortably close to your face. “Why don’t we sit on the couch, watch some TV and eat together? It’s Saturday. It’s okay to be lazy today.” She offers, even though she's lazy most of the time.

Your brain would definitely say no. It would tell you to turn tail and escape your weird sister. However, for better or worse, it’s not your brain that’s doing the thinking right now.

“S-Sure, why not?” You answer. “I’ll just go get dressed-”

“It’s fine, don’t worry! It’s Saturday!” Shelly interrupts you, taking your hand and leading you to the couch. There’s coffee, bread, jam, cheese, well… basically everything breakfast-related that was on your fridge is served on the coffee table.

As you both sit down, you’re grateful that she’s keeping an appropriate distance from you.

Though that doesn’t last long.

Shelly slowly inches closer and closer to you, until she’s outright leaning against you. Your inappropriate hard-on is getting more and more difficult to hide, too. You try to distract yourself by paying attention to the TV, but really, nothing they show will ever be interesting enough to distract you from the sexy woman besides you, even if she is your own sister.

“Hey, John?” Shelly calls your attention. You look at her, but she’s leaning her head against your shoulder, so you have to look down at her. As a result, you get a good view of her cleavage, too. “Do you think I’m attractive?” She asks casually.

What?

“What?” You voice your thoughts.

“I asked if you think I’m attractive.” She repeats, not looking at you, but watching TV as she speaks. “Sorry if it’s a weird question, but I haven’t been feeling confident about my body recently.”

What is she talking about? She’s one of the hottest women you know, and you know for a fact that guys at school wouldn’t shut up about it.

“Don’t worry, you’re fine.” You answer, and immediately regret your wording.

“FINE? Just fine?” She asks, offended and glaring at you.

Shit. You screwed up.

“I mean… Uh…” You don’t really know how to fix this. You’re not good at this! Things like these are the reason you don’t have a girlfriend!

“So tell me, if my body is just fine, what does THIS mean!?” She asks angrily, grabbing your knees and spreading your legs. The big tent in your boxers tries but fails to hide your erection.

“I’ve been trying to seduce you for THREE DAYS and you didn't get it! I haven't even been subtle about it! No wonder you can’t land a girlfriend!” She yells in frustration.

YOU KNOW!

“Fuck it, I’m doing this!” Shelly wraps her arms around your neck, hugging you tightly and presses her lips against yours forcefully, pushing you down on the couch.