While He Watches

Danny had always made a game of seeing how badly he could get his sister to blush. Now he had an accomplice, a big black stud of a roommate. He was winning their little game.

Danny offers to make the beer run, leaving behind his sister and the man he'd been baiting her with. Will he come back too late…or just in time for the show?

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She almost dropped her longneck with the paralyzing effect of the shock. Rounding the corner of her brother’s bedroom door, she saw skin. Lots of it. She was used to her brother’s bare chest and legs. He had always kept his body in good shape. The firm muscles of his chest and stomach, his calves and quads under his boxers were a normal sight. It was the big black man standing half naked in the room that took her breath away. He hadn’t just kept himself in good shape. Tight, firm pecs swelled over his chiseled six pack. Big shoulders rounded down to bulging biceps. Jordan bent at the waist and stepped out of his jeans. The muscles in his legs rippled with every movement. Boxer briefs. It had to be boxer briefs. The cotton hugged his form, and dear God, did that fabric fit snug. The white material against his beautiful, black skin. He could never be an underwear model; it would be too distracting. His cock and balls stretched those briefs to their fullest, and his ass was a picture of squeezable goodness.

Vanessa was caught gawking, and audibly swallowed. Jordan quirked that smirk again as he adjusted himself. She couldn’t look away. She was getting light headed from her neglect of taking in oxygen.

Danny’s laughter shook her from her revelry. “Come on, Nessy. It’s not like you’re a virgin. Stop staring; you’ll give the guy a big head… Unless that’s what you want.” He winked at her.

Jordan pulled at himself one more time. “I think it’s big enough already. Unless you want things to get awkward in here.”

Danny was having too much fun. The little bastard had winked at her. She glared at him, fully aware he was trying his hardest to make her uncomfortable. A Greek god of a stranger was practically naked and fingering his shaft in front of her. How could he possibly think things weren’t already awkward? Danny loved tormenting her. It was his personal mission in life to tease her relentlessly until she became immune to blushing. It wasn’t working. She’d already flared bright red more times than when he had come to her cheerleading tryouts. She hadn’t made the team, no thanks to him. Fine. He wanted to play?

Resolute, Vanessa walked straight to the barely clothed Jordan and held out her bowl and bottle. “Hold this.”

That mischievous grin on his face, Jordan obliged, and Vanessa stared her brother down as she fingered her waistband. One quick bend and her pajama pants were off. The AC sent a shiver up her bare legs; the quiver didn’t end at her panty line. Gathering all her self-possession, she stalked to her brother’s bed and slid under the covers, right in the middle, leaving plenty of room for a Vanessa sandwich. Seated tall and proud against the headboard, she reached out to Jordan…for her late night snack.

She had the distinct feeling of winning that round. He’d offered a challenge, and she’d conquered. She nestled her IPA between her legs and cocked an eyebrow at her brother. “Well? What are we watching?” Me, apparently.

There was a gleam in Danny’s eye. He didn’t think I’d do it, did he. Well, game on, big brother. Your little sister’s all grown up.