... the kitchen.
What's someone doing in there at this time of the night?
You creep downstairs, grimacing as the floorboards creak under every second step. The dark gloom of the house is cut by moonbeams from the shutters over the hall windows. Everything is hushed and you start to doubt that you heard a noise at all, until you see the faint glow coming from the kitchen door.
You creep down as stealthily as a ninja, proud of your own abilities until a thought breaks the gloom.
What if it's a thief?
The idea of confronting a burgular is not an attractive one, but you're in a house full of women. If you failed to be brave now, you'd never live it down.
You reach the kitchen door, looking inside to see the source of the noise. As you peer around you see the light is coming from the open fridge door. Sat cross-legged in front of it is Charlie, your older sister. She has short blonde hair and a great, tight figure. You would be lying if you had said you had never imagined her kneeling between your legs with her lips around your....
Dude, that's your sister...
Suddenly her head snapped up with a gasp, her eyes lit up like cat's eyes as they saw you through the gloom.
"Holy shit bro," she said with a relieved laugh. "You scared the hell out of me."
"Speak for yourself," you replied as you stepped away from behind the doorframe. "I thought we were getting robb- wait a minute. Isn't that mum's birthday cake?"
Charlie sighed. "Yeah you caught me... I was just so hungry though and we had nothing else in. Please don't tell her it was me bro, she'll flip."
"I don't know," you reply uneasily. "She's going to be pissed off with all of us if I don't..."
"You tell her about me bro," Charlie said challengingly, "and I'll tell her you got a hard on for your sister."
"What!?" You exclaim in shock, looking down at your pants to see your cock pitching a tent in your pants. "That's because I just woke up," you said glumly as you tried to cover it. Charlie hid a laugh behind her hand.
"Bro you're such a loser. I know that, but mum won't."
"I think she will when I tell her about the cake," you reply. Charlie stayed quiet at that and you felt victory within your grasp.
"I'll tell you what, little brother. You're rubbish at clearing your internet history."
"Wha-"
She raised a hand to cut you off as you felt a sick feeling suddenly come and kick the shit out of the victory feeling you had be enjoying only seconds before.
"You're into some weird stuff, little brother, and a worrying amount of it includes mothers... daughters... sisters..." Charlie knelt up in the glow of the kitchen fridge, her thin grey t-shirt riding up to expose her toned stomach. "You promise to keep this a secret for me and I'll help you deal with that little problem." She gestured to your crotch, causing you to blush.
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