There's a knock at the door

You're sitting next to each other when there comes a knock at the door. "Hey," a guy's voice says. "Did you do something with the loofah?"

You mouth the words Who is that? Really you should recognize the voice, but your head is still spinning.

My brother, Emily mouths back. "One second, James!" she says, climbing to her feet. She pulls the door open. "I didn't touch the loofah," she says. "Do I look like I need to work on my skin?"

Her little brother screws up his face. "Yes," he says. He's wearing only a towel wrapped around his waist, and his upper body is cut, with broad shoulders. His hair is as black as his mother's and his sister's and cut short. "I'll go check with Peter."

"If he's got it, I wouldn't use it. He probably figured out a way to jerk off with it," Emily says. James laughs and walks down the hall to his brother's room. His sister closes the door behind him. "Peter really does jerk off into or using everything," she explains. "It's like a minefield in this house, if the mines were cum."

"Gross," you laugh. "James is looking pretty hot, though."

Emily rolls her eyes. "Don't remind me. Everyone keeps telling me that," she says. "It's only going to get worse. His eighteenth birthday was two weeks ago, so now all my girlfriends have their eyes on him." She narrows her eyes at you. "Don't tell me you're planning something too, you little slut," she says.

Your mouth gapes. "You just ate me out," you hiss, punching her shoulder. "You have the nerve to call me a slut?"

She laughs. "Okay, fair enough," she says. "But still. Are you really going to go after my little brother?"

"Maybe," you say coyly. "I got head from the oldest, maybe I'll work my way through your siblings."

"Well, you've already peaked. I've talked to his ex-girlfriends. Apparently his head game is terrible." She looks around the room. "Nice dick, though."

"How would you know?" you ask.

"I meant," she says. "His exes told me." She goes a little bit red. "Although I've walked in on him in the shower, and speaking purely objectively, it isn't a bad dick."

You collapse into laughter, falling on your side. "You perv," you gasp. "You looked at--" You lower your voice. "You checked out your own brother's dick!"

"Hey, shut up!" Emily says. "I didn't check it out, I just saw it and evaluated it on a purely objective basis."

"Sure you did," you say, wiggling your eyebrows. "Maybe I'll evaluate it purely objectively. And then maybe he can evaluate objectively all over me."

Even Emily has to laugh at that. "You're gross," she says. "Whatever. I don't need your judgment."