The roar of the shower head still echoed faintly in my ears as I reached for the fluffy towel, a wave of heat washing over me even after the water had stopped. Then came the gasp. It wasn’t the startled yelp of someone catching you off guard, but something deeper, laced with shock. I looked up, heart skipping a beat, to find Teresa standing there in the hallway, duffel bags piled at her feet like colorful obstacles.
Her mouth hung slightly open, eyes fixated on me with an intensity that made my stomach tighten. It was one thing for Mom or Dad to catch me grabbing a towel after a shower – they’d probably just grunt something about modesty – but Teresa...she wasn’t known for her polite aversions. My naked body felt suddenly exposed .“Hello sis,” I managed, hoping my voice didn’t crack as much as it sounded in my head. “What brings you home?”
For a beat, she just stared – really stared. Her gaze bounced from my bare chest down to my exposed cock and then back up again, lingering on my face for an uncomfortably long moment. She looked like she’d swallowed a lemon whole, and her cheeks were flushed pink. Finally, she managed a strangled statement, “Ethan, dammit, why don’t you shut the door? What if mom or dad saw you?”
“Mom and dad are on vacation in Mexico,” I told her gesturing vaguely with my hand to emphasize my point. “And will not be back until next Saturday.” The last bit was clipped, a touch defensive. I’d assumed – foolishly- that being home alone for the week meant just me and maybe the occasional pizza delivery guy.
“I thought I would be all alone for the week,” I added, feeling suddenly self-conscious about the way my chest puffed out with every breath. “Didn’t know you would be visiting.”
She huffed, a puff of air escaping her nostrils. Looking me over one more time,“Well,” she muttered, starting to drag one of her duffel bags down the hallway, “I will put my things in my old bedroom.” She disappeared down the hallway and seconds later I heard the unmistakable slam of her bedroom door.
Her mouth hung slightly open, eyes fixated on me with an intensity that made my stomach tighten. It was one thing for Mom or Dad to catch me grabbing a towel after a shower – they’d probably just grunt something about modesty – but Teresa...she wasn’t known for her polite aversions. My naked body felt suddenly exposed .“Hello sis,” I managed, hoping my voice didn’t crack as much as it sounded in my head. “What brings you home?”
For a beat, she just stared – really stared. Her gaze bounced from my bare chest down to my exposed cock and then back up again, lingering on my face for an uncomfortably long moment. She looked like she’d swallowed a lemon whole, and her cheeks were flushed pink. Finally, she managed a strangled statement, “Ethan, dammit, why don’t you shut the door? What if mom or dad saw you?”
“Mom and dad are on vacation in Mexico,” I told her gesturing vaguely with my hand to emphasize my point. “And will not be back until next Saturday.” The last bit was clipped, a touch defensive. I’d assumed – foolishly- that being home alone for the week meant just me and maybe the occasional pizza delivery guy.
“I thought I would be all alone for the week,” I added, feeling suddenly self-conscious about the way my chest puffed out with every breath. “Didn’t know you would be visiting.”
She huffed, a puff of air escaping her nostrils. Looking me over one more time,“Well,” she muttered, starting to drag one of her duffel bags down the hallway, “I will put my things in my old bedroom.” She disappeared down the hallway and seconds later I heard the unmistakable slam of her bedroom door.
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