He gets out of the shower.

Soap, suds, sweet smelling shampoo.

He put his forehead against the tile and let the water run across his back.

'What am I doing here?' He thought to himself. 'What's happening? Am I just imagining things, or is Kaitlyn's little sister...? '

He got hard. He got very, very hard. He instinctively grabbed his cock. 'I need to calm down. Am I...turned on? Do I want to...?'

He tensed his thighs in hopes of calming himself, hoping to move the blood in his prick downward.

'She's her sister. Her dumb, annoying little sister. Her dumb, annoying, little sister with huge breasts and a cute face. Her dumb, annoying sister with lips that he could feel wrapping around his cock, gagging on him as he pushed himself down into her.

He was jerking off.

He didn't know what was going on. He was so turned on -- was it the idea of it all? Or was he legitimately attracted to Stephanie?

Whatever it was, he was imagining her doing many bad things to him.

He got close. He edged himself then stopped, turning the shower cold to calm down. 'No, no no no no. Tyler you are dating Kaitlyn, you love Kaitlyn, stop picturing her sister. It's been three years. Calm the fuck down.'

He reasoned with himself.

'Three years and only missionary. Three years and you know you aren't satisfied. Another girl shows interest in you and...you want to throw it away for that?'

He turned the shower off completely and sighed, grabbing his borrowed towel and drying himself off. He stepped out and into the steamy bathroom. He was alone, so he was luckily able to dress in there. No need to expose himself to Stephanie.

'I'm not throwing away an advance for just any girl. I'm throwing it away for Kaitlyn.' He argued with himself. He felt his erection begin to subside as he slipped his pants back on.

After getting dressed, he stepped back into the room. She didn't make it any better. "Hey there, bedbug. Fresh and cozy down there."

Her head was poking out of a thick comforter, her cheeks pushed upwards as she peered out from underneath them. She was smiling. "I would have made you another bed on the one over there but I didn't wanna risk it, so I guess you're sleeping next to my bed."

'She looks so cute. Ask her if you can just stay with her up there.'

'No, what the fuck --? Chill, self.'

"That's fine. It'll be like a sleepover, right?"

She poked her entire head out. "Heck yeah. Want me to do your nails?"

"Only if you let me braid your hair."

"Oh my gosh, can you actually braid hair?"

"Erm...kinda."

She pulled her hair out of the bun and it all came falling down. She crawled out of her bed and onto her knees on the floor (his makeshift bed, to be exact). "Let's see your skills then, Tyler."

He didn't know why he did it per se, but he did.

"Wow. You're good at this." She said, feeling him gently tug on her hair. He was putting it in a simple braid, but a braid nonetheless.

"I'm okay." He took his compliment and smiled as he reached the end. He tugged a bit harder and he swore he heard a light noise come out of her mouth. Barely audible, but there. As he was working on the last few braids, she spoke.

"It's my turn for a question."

"We're still playing?"

"Of course!"

"Alright. Go ahead."

She hesitated. "Do you have lots of sex with Kaitlyn?"

He felt himself twitch in his pants. "Every other day." He didn't really know how many times, but he felt it was accurate enough.

"Your turn."

"Do you watch porn?"

'What the fuck am I doing?????' He asked himself.

"Don't tell. I watch a lot."

'OH MY FUCK' He screamed internally.

"What do you watch?" He grabbed her hair tie from next to her leg and she jumped, startled.

"S-sorry."

He chuckled. "No need to be sorry."

"Can I be honest?" She asked.

"Go ahead. I won't tell."

He stopped reasoning with himself at this point. The voice in his head was gone. Every urge in his body told him to press on.

"I watch a lot of...um..." she hesitated hard, then sighed. "I w-...watch a lot of brother and sister stuff. B-but that was two questions! I get two now."

"I think we're done here. Your hair looks great."

She didn't get up. "Oh, cool. Do you want to braid it again?"

He raised an eyebrow. "Why...?"

"No reason. I like you like this. Really gentle, and easy to talk to."

He tugged on her hair and she instinctively pushed her head back with no resistance. "I guess I can for you."

"For me?"

"Anything for Kaitlyn's little sis." He pulled on her hair again and got the hair tie at the bottom to come off. He then unraveled it all and ran a hand through her hair. She shivered, and he swore he saw goosebumps.

"Your two questions?" He added.

"R-right." He ran his hand through again. "U-um...do you g-guys ever roleplay in bed?"

He decided he should bolster himself up a little. Their relationship -- as boring as the sex was -- he felt Steph already had a few preconceived notions -- why not let her dream a little? "Oh, all the time."

"Yeah?"

"The game doesn't say I have to extrapolate." He teased. "One more."

"What type of roleplay do you do? Be detail-y." He felt the frustration in her voice over losing another question.

"You mean specific?"

"Err-yeah. That word."

"Well--" He began to tug, straightening it out before he separated her hair into three strands. He had to think of some kinky stuff. "sometimes she pretends she's one of my co-workers and we're just fooling around on our breaks. Like after we get done with our work, we sneak off into the break room and I spread her open and bend her over the coffee table."

"Mhhmmm." She said. He...couldn't help but continue. He liked this idea for some reason.

"Then, we move to my bedroom and pretend we only have a few minutes before her boyfriend is home, so we need to fuck fast. I push her onto her knees and bury her head in the sheets and I fucking drill into her. Inch after inch just deep inside, hammering away, praying her boyfriend doesn't come home."

He heard her breathing change. "Uhm...yep. A-and what else...?"

He pulled her hair back and he legitimately heard her whimper. Whether it was out of pain or pleasure, he didn't know. Straightening it, he continued his braid. "I then switch her onto her back and let her rest her calves on my shoulders. She's sweating hard and we both know her boyfriend is going to smell it, but we can't help but just fuck and fuck and fuck..."

He heard her breathing get very shallow. She shook. "D-do y-you, erm, uhm, do you c-cu...do you finish?"

"All over her stomach."

"F-fuck...!" She tensed up. He hadn't been paying attention...but it came to him.

She was tensed, her thighs together this entire time. Was she...? There was no way. But...

She let out a long 'sigh' and caught her breath. "U-um, go and ask me anything."

He knew this was the right moment. If he wanted to -- he could jump. He had her literally in his hands. Every fiber of his being screamed for him to make a move.

Every fiber but one.

'Tyler...think about what you're doing.'

He had a decision to make.