When I met my sisters boyfriend for the first time six months ago, I immediately noticed the impressive bulge in his jeans. The next thing I noticed was the rise I was getting out of my own cock staring at his crotch, and while getting turned on looking at other guys crotches was not something new, the desire to steal – or at least seduce – my sisters boyfriend was and I began fantasize how I might see it through.
My sister is a bitch anyway, a very beautiful bitch, that initially seduces her boyfriends only to turn on them, frustrating them beyond what any reasonable man can stand.
“Oh my god, is that what you are wearing?” my sister moaned, looking at her boyfriend in the doorway.
“Well, ya?” he replied, bewildered as he obviously thought he looked pretty damn good – and so did I.
“I can’t believe I’m going to be seen with you!” she exclaimed, overtly disgusted in what she had been dealt for the evening.
Her boyfriend – his name was Sean – looked down on himself, hunched, and seemed two inches shorter; Sara – my sister – had that effect on men.
“Stop your pouting!” she ordered Sean, “now you’re going to make us late! What a loser!”
The two of them left, and I remained behind in the doorway, watching them leave down the walkway and then watching Sean obediently open the car door for Sarah.
That poor son of a bitch, I thought, and what a fine piece of meat to be wasting on my stupid sister!
I watched Sean close his car door and walk without any enthusiasm back to the drivers side, get in, and drive away. I turned around and walked back to the den of the house my sister and I shared and turned on some porn. Gay porn of course.