Stay standing

You stay on your feet, face burning, and force the words out.

“I’m not doing that,” you say, voice tight. “I’ll clean it up normally. Not with my mouth.”

Your sister’s expression doesn’t soften. If anything, the amusement in her eyes sharpens into something more pointed.

“Wrong answer.”

She pulls her phone from the back pocket of her shorts and unlocks it with her thumb, never looking away from you. The screen lights up. She taps into the contacts and lets her finger hover over Mom’s name so you can clearly see it.

“Last chance,” she says calmly. “Lick it up, or I call Mom right now and tell her I just walked in on you naked in the laundry room with your little dick out and a puddle of cum on the floor. I’ll even put it on speaker so you can hear her reaction live.”

Your stomach drops. The house is quiet enough that a phone call would carry. Mom is home on her lunch break. One tap and everything that just happened stops being private.

Your sister waits, phone still raised, the threat hanging between you as clearly as the cooling streaks of cum on the tile. Your soft, shiny cock is still fully on display. The cloth she tossed earlier sits unused near your feet.

She doesn’t look like she’s bluffing.

What do you do?

Cave. Drop to your knees and start licking your cum off the laundry-room floor exactly like she originally ordered, before she can hit call.

Stay standing and frozen when she bends down, scoops some of the cum onto her fingers, and pushes it against your lips—afraid enough of the phone call that you don’t pull away.

Dare her to actually call Mom and explain the whole scene without making herself sound involved. Call the bluff out loud.

Try to compromise: tell her you won’t lick it, but you’ll scoop the cum up with a pair of your own underwear and then put those underwear on and wear them for the rest of the day.