Sister came home

"Wow, you're really enjoying yourself," came a voice from the doorway. "Don't stop on my account."

I let out a shriek and launched the dildo across the room. It flew through the air and stopped vibrating with a sad little thud against the carpet. My sister was standing there, arms folded, her jaw dropped in astonishment and her eyes wide with amusement.

"Who the hell are you?" she asked, eyebrows arched in mock suspicion and incredulity.

I scrambled for the blanket, trying to cover myself, but it was too small to hide my nakedness or my shame. "I—uh—I'm..." I stuttered, my mind racing for any explanation that made sense. How could I possibly convince her? "I'm a friend of your brother’s," I blurted out in desperation.

She smirked and leaned lazily against the doorframe, clearly enjoying my panic. "He never said he had such hot friends," she remarked with a teasing tone in her voice.

"Yeah, well," I stammered, struggling to keep the sheet over my body, "well... we dont really hang out that much."

Her eyes narrowed, curiosity mixing with her playful grin. "And you’re in his bed because...?"