no, she does not believe I've forgotten

{if GM==1}"Nice try, Bro," Julia says with a dismissive gesture. "But I don't believe you've forgotten about the 'thong treatment'.

We both enter the house without saying a word. I proceed to my room and lie down-- my thoughts in a jumble. What really was the 'thong treatment'? There should be a way to make my sister explain it. Was it something she invented herself, or did she learn it from her friends? If it was a fad or some trending sibling punishment, maybe the internet would shed some light on it. I search the web for anything about a 'thong treatment' but I don't find anything significantly explaining both words together.

I decide to stop worrying about such a trivial thing and change to night clothes. As I insert my body between the sheets, a bright idea engulfs me and I start snoring with a smile still etched on my face.

I hear Julia talking with another woman but I do not see where they are. I try calling out but it appears that I cannot form any word-- like I'm gagged. I try moving my body but it feels like my arms are stretched out and tied to something. The irritating sound of my alarm breaks me out of my nightmare. I am relieved that is was not real. I try to ignore the alarm and pull the covers over my face to mute some of the noise.

As expected, I hear Julia's muffled scream followed by some impatient pounding on my door. I then hear the door open and the padded footsteps of my sister as she walks toward the bedside table.

The quietness is deafening when the alarm is finally silent. I don't hear any more noise from my sister, and I am tempted to move out of the covers, but I **** myself to remain motionless.

Soon, I feel the coolness of the morning air on my legs as I realize that the covers are slowly being drawn upward to expose my lower body.

I hear a slight chuckle from my sister, as the warmth of her hand caresses my thighs. "So, he's still asleep and no amount of noise can wake him up. Let's see how long he can pretend to be asleep." I feel warm air blow against the cotton material of my undies and my cock starts to stand at attention.

Then, I feel the bed shake at the added weight of Julia. I can't figure out her position or what she is doing, but I can feel her skin on my outer thighs. Are those her arms or her legs? Feels like her knees ... What? Is she straddling me?

I hear Julia's slight groan. What is she doing? Is she fingering herself? Then I hear another more prolonged groan-- and finally the sudden gush of warm liquid soaking my cotton boxers.

I could continue my pretense, but it looks like things might get more messy.{elseif@ GM==0}Please turn on GAME MODE.{endif}