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“Are you thirsty?” I asked.

“Just ask your sister.” Candi smiled, walking over to the lounge room.

Fuck. She had said four words to me and I was already starting to get a hard on. It didn't help that it looked like she was purposely swaying her ass as she walked. Even pulling her shorts up so they slipped further into her ass and showed off some of her bare skin.

“So this is your living room then?” She took in the room. Idly picking things up from the bookshelf to examine and then running a finger across the coffee table.

“Doesn't look like it's seen a whole lot of living.” She showed me her finger, caked in dust.

“I guess not.” I said. Trying my best to look into her eyes and not at the pair of milky white tits she had half on display.

“That's alright.” She cleaned off the dust on her shirt. Rubbing her finger aggressively to make her tits shake. “We'll just have to liven the place up. Won't we?”

“Let's see what's on TV.” I said quickly. Desperately trying to end this conversation before I embarrassed myself again.

It wasn't that I didn't like Candi flirting with me, it's that I knew what it was really all about. Hot girls like her loved to tease guys like me. Make us think we had a chance or that if we just begged hard enough something might happen.

But nothing would happen.

Even ignoring the fact that Candi was as much of a gold star lesbian as my sister. A girl as hot, cool and sexy as her just didn't end up with a guy like me. They just liked getting the attention, or more likely for Candi, she just wanted to watch me squirm.

I sat down on the opposite end of the couch from her and grabbed the remote. Searching for something boring to put on and settling on some fishing show. I wasn't going to play her game. I wasn't going to give her an inch. Not when she and Sam would be staying up all night laughing about how flustered I got just from a girl talking to me.

“Who do you think is hotter? Me or your sister?”

What the fuck? What the hell kind of ice breaker was that?

“Like, ignore the fact that she's your sister and look at us objectively.” She slid herself across the couch until she was next to me. “Unless you're into that.”

“I'm not into my sister.” I said cursing myself for the reflexive defense.

“Well I am.” She bit her lip. Leaning further into me which pushed me deeper into the corner. “So I don't have an objective opinion.”

“I..I don't.”

“Are my tits too big? I know your sister can't get enough of them, but what's a guy's perspective on them?” She held them up at me. Daring me to stare or to touch them. I knew better, I knew that was a trap. If I didn't answer she'd only be encouraged to keep going. So I had **** but to answer as cool and calmly as I could.

“You're hotter than her.” I dodged the question about her tits. Circling back to her original query.

“Hmmmm. You think? I thought guys would have liked their girls more petite and colourful?”

She was so obviously fishing for compliments. Inviting me to reassure her that her body was hotter than my sisters. I didn't say anything, keeping my eyes on the TV. Trying my darndest to seem at all interested in fishing.

“Hmhhh.” She scoffed. Not quite a pout but not completely amused.

This was the part where they all gave up. It wasn't fun anymore and I'd shown I wasn't going to break. She'd get out her phone and move back-

“Her nipples are pierced, you know.” She put a hand on my leg. The simple casual contact enough to make my hair stand up. “I caught you staring at mine

So if that factored into my score, you should know she has them as well.”

Okay so Candi was a bit more persistent than other girls. And just a little bit fucked up. Making me imagine my own sister's nipples being pierced.

“Still doesn't change anything.”

“What? Not going to deny staring at my tits then?” The tone was accusatory but the thrill of the hunt was clear on her face.

“You don't exactly hide them.” I hid behind indifference. Watching my words closely to avoid walking into another trap.

“Most guys would have denied noticing them. They would have told me they didn't believe me and demanded to see the proof.”

She was gripping onto my thigh now. Her hand tantalisingly close to my hard on. With her free hand she grabbed at the bottom of her shirt, lifting it up just enough to show some underboob.

“Are you like most guys, Finn? Do you want proof I have my big hard nipples pierced?”

Fuuck she got me. I could help but stare and drool as she slowly inched her shirt further and further upwards. Her tits begging to slip out of the shirt and drop down the further she raised them up.

“Dinners ready guys!” Sam called from the kitchen.

In a flash Candi dropped her shirt and almost launched herself across the couch. Picking up her phone and striking a pose like she'd just been scrolling through it the entire time.

When Sam walked in to get us she found her girlfriend focusing on her phone and me staring at her. Probably with a stupid look on my face as I processed what just happened.

“I told you not to be a creep.” She said at me, disgust clear in her voice.

“I wasn't-”

“The little dudes alright.” Candi said, standing up.

Sam seemed confused at first, but that dissipated as Candi brought her in for a deep kiss. Putting a hand under her skirt to grab her ass.

“Mmmm we have to be careful.” Sam said in hushed tones as she broke off this kiss. Then she straightened herself up and spoke normally. “Grab yourself a seat. I'll be right there.”

“Sure thing babe.” Candi gave her one more kiss before walking past her. Turning back to look at me before she left the room. “I'll have to show you what I was talking about later dude.”

She gave a wink that only I could see as she left. Leaving me alone with my sister, who didn't seem at all pleased with me.

“What did you do you little shit stain.”