Talk to Zoey

“So, uh, umm...” I stammered. "Hi, I’m Jason.”

Zoey turned and looked me up and down, slowly taking a sip of her drink. “Why were you running around naked earlier?” She asked bluntly.

I froze. “I... I wasn’t!” I eventually managed to squeak out, blood pumping to my cheeks.

“I know what I saw.” She smirked. “When we arrived, I saw your naked butt diving into your room. There was no one else in the house, had to be you. And when I came into the living room I see Alice smiling like the cat that got the cream.”

“I...”

“Let me give you some advice." She marched towards me, backing me up against the kitchen counter again. “Alice is a flirt, a tease, and a slut. You’re not the first person she’s fucked that she shouldn’t have. You’ve only been here a day, do you really want to be upsetting your sister already, after everything she’s doing for you?”

“We’ve not fucked!” Was all I could blurt out.

“Oh yeah?” Zoey smirked, snickering. “She’s already stripped you naked, had you run through the house, and pressed up against you so close you could be inside her. And don’t think I haven't noticed that bulge in your pants you’ve had this whole time! Or..." Her face rose into a sinister smile. "Are are you getting a hard on for me, too?”

I just stared completely in shock. Reflexively, my eyes dropped down to her low cut t-shirt. She was taller than me and bending over like she was gave me a fairly unrestricted view of her dark cleavage. She was right she was making me hard.

Zoey snapped her fingers in front of my eyes .“Up here,” she ordered and I obeyed. As soon as my eyes met hers, I let out an involuntary moan as she grabbed the front of my jeans, getting my hard cock and my balls in her strong grip.

I realized now that she wasn't only taller than me, but stronger too. I realized her ebony arms looked deceptively thin, showing noticeable tonage when the muscles were actually in use. The basketball shorts she was wearing showed some similarly toned legs, while the Converse sneakers were starting to make me think she might play basketball to stay in shape, though she had more noticeable curves and larger breasts than I typically saw in the WNBA. Possibly a D-cup though I knew sports bras could do wonders for female athletes. I noticed a raven-haired braid fall over her shoulder as she looked me directly in the eye, clear brown peepers staring into me with clear judgment. “Look here, fuck boy. You better keep your urges in line tonight. Don't do anything to embarrass your sister or else you’re going to have to answer to me, got it?”

I grimaced as she squeezed my most **** place and just nodded desperately.

“Good boy," she said, finally releasing my balls as she turned around to leave. She turned back after a few steps. “Oh, and cover that bulge before you decide to rejoin the party."