Time to wake up

With a groan you slowly wake up, kind of pissed and annoyed that you need to get up so early in order to head to school. As far as you're concerned whatever dipshit decided to teach economics at 9 AM is just a malicious douchebag that wanted to ensure nobody actually understood the class. Getting up at 6 was bad enough but then to top it off you had one of the least restful and weirdest dreams you could remember. The whole thing was one big, long job interview in which you and a couple other applicants were trying to become some sort of planetary judge of sex. Sexual dreams can be difficult enough, making you wake up with a raging, needy hard-on but at least have a rewarding element since you get some form of illusionary sex. This dream involved a lot of naked women and talks about sex but you woke up right before the good part. The job interview gods or whatever said you were hired, everyone in the competition would be informed of your title, and you could now fuck any woman you wanted so long as you scored their performance afterward. You got up from your chair, began to approach the dream women while pulling your pants down, and heard the annoying screeching of your alarm clock.

Since you woke up a little earlier than you had to so you could take your time getting ready for school and as you had a rather insistent erection, you got up and went over to your computer desk to open the laptop and find some porn to help you take care of it. When you opened the laptop however your computer had a massive, red, black, and blue blinking screen pop up in a web browser you'd never heard of. The first thought was there was a pop-up virus and some sort of scam was being displayed in the message. Reading it at a glance would have made you outright laugh your ass off had you not had the dream. "Congratulations on being chosen as the Earth's first official Inspector of Sexual Proficiency and Training. In the spirit of competition and international cooperation, you have been selected by the International Olympic Committee in conjunction with the World Health Organization, and United Nations. You will be the sole progenitor and judge of the fledgling, 'World Sex Championship,' program. With our resources all eligible contestants have been informed and the competition will begin effective immediately. This browser/app has also been downloaded to your tablet and smartphone and will be where all scores should be posted upon completion of sexual congress with your chosen contestants."

Because of the dream you had you began to try to remember what happened last night. Did you download something that could have pulled in a virus with it? Maybe you saw it and instead of fixing it decided to say fuck it and deal with it in the morning? Was that where the dream came from? You couldn't think of anything that could have caused a virus since all you did was watch and laugh at some flat earth morons on YouTube before bed. You had to applaud the scammers or trolls though just for making their bullshit so over-the-top and outlandish. Out of amusement you scrolled down and looked at the 'app,' in greater depth before running your virus software to can it. The best part was when it started listing the different, "events," in this sex championship. Hand job, anal sex, oral sex, vaginal sex, other, and specialty fetish. You started to delete it when there was a brief knock on your door and your younger sister came in without waiting for a response. For a brief moment you were thankful for this scam bullshit since otherwise your sister would have walked in on you masturbating. It was weird for her to be up this early though.

"Hey, I suppose you must be looking forward to school today."

With a shrug of your shoulders you looked over your shoulder and sighed, apparently the wank wasn't going to happen if she was actually looking to start a conversation. "Not particularly. Why would I?"

She just smiled, "What with your new sex judge job. Knowing what a perv you are at times I'm surprised you haven't already jumped into your car and driven to the first sorority you could find."

This was the moment that made you turn around and look. She had just walked in and sat on the foot of your bed so didn't really have a good chance to read the screen, especially with your body between the screen and her. "How did you hear about this?"

She just shook her head and laughed, "Everyone knows. Some of my friends have talked about coming over tonight in some skimpy clothes to entice you into putting them in the competition. Hell, I thought about coming in here with just my bra and panties on to see if I could coax you into it."

As she said that you began taking a closer look at your sister's figure. To be honest she always tended to wear looser, conservative clothing that didn't show off much skin so even if she wasn't your sister, you probably wouldn't give her much of a thought sexually. It was obvious she was somewhat in shape though, so aside from her barely combed brunette hair and cute dimples when she smiled there wouldn't really be anything to judge about the finer aspects of her physical appearance. The reason she dressed that way though is because she never really seemed to have much interest in anything sexual and encouraged people to not think of her sexually. The notion of her coming in wearing nothing but her bra and panties and doing anything sexual in your mind confirmed this to be an elaborate prank. The dream was hard to explain but fucking with your computer is something she may have figured out. With that in mind you decided to call her bluff.

"Well it isn't too late. I was going to jerk off anyway before you came in so strip to your bra and panties so you can join the hand job contest." You turned around completely to face her directly and look her straight in the eyes with a cheeky grin. The cocky smile didn't last too long. It became open-mouthed shock and surprise as within a matter of seconds she had tossed her old, worn Minnesota Golden Gophers sweatshirt to the floor and stood up to pull her black sweatpants down and kick them off. Turns out your sister had a didn't really have that much as far as breasts go but she was fitter than you expected and her waist and stomach were skinny enough to make her hips flare outward nicely. She now stood for a brief moment in a plain, cotton set of beige bra and panties. Nothing lacy, sexy or fancy. Since these was your sister's undies, they were of course purely functional.

Dropping to the floor and knee-walking over to you she clapped her hands together as if she was impatient and expectant. Looking up with an eager expression she nodded her head towards your crotch. "I'll need your dick out if we're going to do this."

While shocked at how far she was going, it was still way more likely this was a prank. You weren't going to back down so with the snide grin back on your face you stood up and dropped your own sweatpants down to your ankles leaving only your boxers between you and your sister's supposed handjob. She was looking confidently at the half-chub tenting the front of your shorts and so far she didn't seem willing to admit she was just messing with you. Time to go all in, "If you really want it show some initiative. Go in there and get it."

If your shock was an 8 when she took her clothes off earlier, her new actions turned it up to 11. She didn't hesitate or hold back at all as she reached her hand down into your boxers and unceremoniously pulled your cock out of your underwear. There wasn't much technique to what she was doing and it was obvious she didn't really have any experience but on the other hand, somebody else's palm wrapped around your dick almost always felt better than your own. With the pent up need you already were dealing with it didn't take long before you squirted a huge blast of cum over her right shoulder and she stopped, holding onto your deflating penis as the rest of the jizz shots slowly began to lessen.

With a look of apprehension your sister stood up in front of you and smiled as if she had just won a major award while she rotated her cum-streaked fingers and hand in front of her face. "So how'd I do?"

You were still stunned but finally had to entertain the possibility that there was more to the dream and weird computer app/virus thing than you had thought. With a sigh all you could do was give a bewildered shake of the head and tell her that she'd know when you posted the results and the rest of the world did. If any doubt remained it was quashed when your sister ran out of the bedroom yelling, "Mom, dad! Paul just let me give him a handjob, I'm in the competition! Look at all the cum on my hands." Hearing your dad's voice reply with a congratulations and Mom telling her she was proud and insisting they take a picture of that cum-coated hand to commemorate the performance brutally murdered the last remaining shred of doubt in your mind. So time to score your sister and read up on some more of the rules...