Sister in charge

"Wake up you lazy jerk," my sister yelled as she shook me awake. I had zonked out on the couch.

"What do you want, Amy?" I asked groggily.

"What do I want? WHAT DO I WANT!" she yelled back. "What I want is for you to clean up this damn mess, like I asked you to do HOURS ago," she replied testily, hands on her hips. The living room room was legitimately a mess after she had hosted a party last night. One to which I had not been invited and which I had had to ignore by sitting in my room with my headphones turned up high as I tried to do my homework.

"And like I said hours ago, I am not cleaning this up by myself," I shot back.

"Pick this shit up right now," she demanded again, crossing her her arms angrily. I offhandedly noted she was, for some reason, wearing a tight and low cut dress while just hanging around the house, but I actively avoided thinking about it. "Mom and Dad left me in charge while they are gone, and I am telling you to clean this up!" she added, stamping a foot, and again I had to look away from her.

"I don't care if they left you in charge because you are older," I shot back. "I am not the one who had a party while they were gone, which you didn't even invite me to; thanks for making me try to do homework with my headphones cranked to max, by the way," I replied curtly. "This is not my mess, and I am not cleaning it up just because you are on a power trip. If you want my HELP cleaning it up, you can ask nicely and maybe, MAYBE, your kind hearted brother will help, but you are not just dumping all of this on me."

"Maybe," I added again, cutting her off as she got set to yell again. "Ever since you joined that sorority, you have been treating me like garbage, and I am getting sick of it."

"Listen, you little shit..." she began, red in the face, clearly about to launch into another yell. Then suddenly she trailed off with an introspective look. "Oh, I see what you're doing here," she said calmly.

"What I am doing here is..." I began, but then she pushed me down on the couch and got on top of me, thrusting her breasts at my face.

"You want encouragement," she said matter of factly. She ran her hands sexily up her body, before cupping her breasts and presenting them to me, drawing my attention to the cleavage her dress presented. "Is this what you want?"

"What? What?" was all I could say as she preened for me.

"I guess this isn't enough," she said poutily. "Nothing you haven't seen before. Fine, you win," she said. She looped her arms through the shoulder straps on her dress and, before I could respond, pulled the top half down, showing me she was not wearing a bra. She cupped her bare breasts and presented them to me again.

"Better?"