Fair is fair.

Suddenly, Paul caught a few footsteps coming his way.

"I wish whoever's coming would turn away," he whispered.

The steps stopped. Then, after a brief pause, they retreated in volume, causing Paul to return to snapping shots of his sister.

You know what would make this MORE scandalous? If she struck some poses!

After a snicker, Paul pulled up his phone once more, his sister's lithe body neatly contained within the frame, and Amelia suddenly drew her hand down from her own phone. She grabbed her right breast and squeezed it like a fresh lemon.

_Perfect! _Giggling, Paul snapped a picture.

After the picture was taken, Amelia removed her hand form her breast, bringing it back to her phone. This time, however, she pushed her elbows hard against the mattress as she raised her butt up and drew in her knees a bit. She was now pointing her chewy, cheeky ass towards Paul's phone. If this was an invitation, then he gladly accepted.

SNAP!

This went on for a few more snapshots. Paul was sure the deluge of scandalous photos would be enough to humiliate his sister on her social networks for a good while. After he wrapped up, finishing with a shot of her twerking her butt as she casually perused TikTok (easily fashioned into .gif format for easy consumption), he pocketed his phone.

Now, to what he was 'supposed' to be here for...

"Now go apologize to your sister while I make your pancakes."

Scoff.

Paul preferred a different direction.

He opened the door, waltzing in.

"Hey, Amelia, have something you want to say to me?" Standing by her TV stand, he crossed his arms with a smug grin.

Amelia turned her head over her shoulder to look at him. She rolled her eyes. "Ugh, PAUL!"

"Say it!"

"Moooom!"

"I won't leave 'til you do."

There was an audible sigh, as the girl eventually conceded. Might as well get it over with. "I'm SORRY okay? I'm SORRY for being such a stuck up BITCH, with such a SLUTTY body that I'm showing off like the SLUT I AM in these clothes!" After her declaration, she swung her hand over to bang her butt cheek hard. It jiggled with all the natural fat she was blessed with, ripples coursing through her skin. "I'm such a STUPIDASS. I'm such a DUMBFUCK, unlike you, Paul. Since you're so much smarter than my stupid, fat assy-ass ass."

To cap it off was another slap on one globulous cheek, for good measure.

Paul's grin was eating more shit than the earthworms he once stuck down her shirt when they were kids, back at the playground at Lexington Street.

"Fair is fair," he shrugged.

"Shut up, I apologized. You happy now?" Amelia's glare comprised a pair of daggers.

"Hey it was Mom who wanted you to apologize. SHE'S the one you should be mad at."

"Paul, get. Out!"

Just before Paul closed the door, he shot his tongue at her. Once it was shut and his back was a few feet to its wake, he wished to himself Amelia would realize exactly the kind of clothes she was wearing.

3....

...2....

Paul nearly had to clap his hands over his ears as, like a volcanic burst, a distinctive shrill escaped the muffled containment of the white, wooden bedroom door.

"AAAAAHHHGGGGH! WHAT--what the heeeelllll IS THIIS!?"

Meanwhile, the teenager cackled, wrapping his sides with an arm.