Siblings

Sam just got into the elevator before the doors closed. Jasmine was standing as far to the corner of the elevator as she could, arms folded and scowl on her face.

Sam couldn't help but feel a tension between them as they slowly rose to their floor. He knew his tension was due to his hormones, but he assumed his sister was just in one of her bratty moods.

"Jaz, look..." he started.

"No, you look." Jasmine cut him off. "I don't want any funny business on this trip. We are in the same room, but that doesn't mean I have to be buddies with you. You stay on your side, got it?"

Sam knew better than to argue, and just nodded. "Sure sure."

As Jasmine sulked in the corner, she couldn't help where her eyes gravitated too. She slowly looked down Sam's body to see his hard-on budging against his shorts. She could practically make out the thick head from how tight it was pulling on the fabric. Maybe he wasn't hiding it because he got off on being seen hard? Maybe he couldn't hide it because it was so big...

Fuck, she knew she had to stop. She could feel her wetness pooling between her legs. She needed a release. Now.