I had always admired my sister Jennie. She was a year older than me, but was my complete opposite. I was the bookworm of the family and she was the jock. But she was an attractive jock. She had everything that made the guys at school turn their heads. Long blond hair, blue eyes, a very pretty smile. Who am I kidding? She had tits that even a priest would want to get his hands on. 34C’s, not too big, not too small. Her abs were nice and tight. And she had an ass to die for. Her only problem was that she was so competitive, that all the guys wanted nothing to do with her. They were afraid she will make them look bad in front of their buddies. Although she had been on a few dates in the weeks before, she did not seem too interested in getting serious with any guys.
She would have been an inviting target, but did I trust what happened that morning enough to try and get freaky with her right away? No, and if you thought I should have, you are stupid. I needed to take this slowly else she might have kicked my ass six ways from Sunday. Instead of being the typical 19 year old kid, I played it nice and slow.
I was hungry, but I had to get to class. No biggie, if this worked, all I would need to do was to tell Professor Johnson that the clocks were fast, and then to take her clothes off and fuck me. But that was only IF this worked.
I put on my boxers and walked down the stairs. Jennie was doing sit-ups and watching one of her exercise shows. Some hot red head was on the screen going through a routine. Sis was counting out loud.
“Twenty-four…Twenty-five…Twenty-six…” she droned on as you just stood there and watched.
“Like what you see dweeb? You’re going to be late, and you’re not even dressed yet for fuck’s sake.” She ranted at me, like always.
“I’m hungry, make me some eggs.” It was a simple command, but I had no idea if it worked or not, as she was the cook in the house. I had to get her to make me something that she would absolutely never touch or want anyone to eat. “…And some bacon.”
She shot up off the floor, and went to the kitchen. She grabbed the eggs, bacon and frying pan. “How do you want me to cook your eggs dweeb?”
I thought about asking her to do it in the nude, but it was still a bit too early in my experiment to try anything sexual with her. “Scrambled, oh and I’ll take some O.J., home fries, and rye toast with butter too.”
“What ever you want dweeb, I’ll cook it for you.” Was her reply
It was time to cut that shit out. I walked down the hall and quietly said “Jennie, I do not like it when you call me dweeb, or any other name for that manner, except for my real one.”
As I walked back into the kitchen, she was flipping my eggs and had the toast already done and buttered. She looked at me and said “Keith, I am sorry for calling you names and being mean to you for all these years. How can I make it up to you?”
“Don’t worry sis, I’ll think of something.” This was going to be soooo much fun. As she finished my breakfast, she placed the plate on the table and asked me if that was all. I shook my head no, and she went back to her exercises. If I was going to do this, I was going to have to tread lightly, as one wrong move would have my nuts in a sling. I was about to ask her something small when I noticed the program she was watching was being filmed live. If I could get my sister to do something from down the hall, then just maybe I could get the bitch on T.V. to do something as well.
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