John looked away from the tv as he heard the front door open. He hoped it would be Rachel, his girlfriend, but instead it was her sister, Emily. He caught himself gazing at her crotch -- distinctly visible in the short, tight volleyball outfit she was wearing -- and turned his eyes away.
Emily was a tall, slim, filly of a woman: her limbs slender and toned from her years as an athlete, and her frame both muscular and well-endowed. She had shoulder-length, asymmetrical hair -- newly cut to give her a more modern appeal -- and she looked the city gal that she was. There was a strong sense of sexuality that exuded from her. The way her hips curved into her pert rear; the way her shirts clung tantalizingly to her chest to show off her ample breasts. There was no denying her attractiveness, and few were the men brave enough to dare the rejection of conquering her.
When Emily caught John staring at her, she offered a smile. He looked at her with a sheepish grin in return and turned away.
"Rachel isn't home yet?" she asked.
"She ran out for a few errands," John replied. "Said I could stay here."
Emily crossed the room in front of the tv, and John watched her hungrily, her slender legs and tight thighs were gorgeous. Emily put a leg up on the chair next to the tv -- facing away from John -- and began to take off her tennis shoes, the material from her pants stretching across her firm ass. He felt his cock stir and adjusted himself while she was looking away.
Once her shoes were off, Emily walked over to the couch and plopped herself next to John and stretched her legs out to the coffee table in front of them. Then she grabbed the remote from the cushion between them and flipped the channel.
"Anything good on?" she asked.
"Not really," John said. "Was just watching a show about ice truckers."
"There wasn't anything on Cinemax?"
"Skin-emax, you mean," John said with a chuckle.
Emily looked over at him and shook her head with a smile.
"I didn't know you had those channels," John said.
John shifted in his shorts again, his cock already fully hard. Emily's shorts had ridden up between her legs, and the crease of her young slit was pressed against the material. It was hard not to notice.
"I bet you've been bored all day," Emily said.
"A bit," John replied. "She's been taking care of some shopping . . . which has been for the past seven hours."
Emily giggled. Then she shifted in her seat, and John noticed the spandex shorts ride up even more -- something he didn't think was even possible.
"How's volleyball this year," John asked, trying to act interested in her.
"Meh," she said, "I mostly do it for the shorts."
She turned and winked at John, and he chuckled.
"Well they look good on you," he said.
"That's the point," Emily said.
"Well I suppose if you're looking for the whole football team to get after you, sure."
"What's wrong with that?"
Emily grinned more broadly as she looked at John.
"Nothing, I guess," he said, "so long as you're not *getting* with the whole football team."
"And what would be wrong with THAT?"
John laughed at Emily, and she just smirked at him. He noticed her brush her arm across her own chest and wondered if she was getting turned on, too. She turned and looked at the tv and changed the channel, and John heard the cheers of drunks girls and turned to see some variant on the Girls Gone Wild show.
"Big fan of girls in bikinis," he asked.
"Just a big fan in general," she said.
"Of girls?"
Emily turned and grinned without saying anything. Then she changed the channel again, and John was shocked to see a girl's bare ass being drilled by a guy with a pretty big cock. He turned and looked at Emily, and she had set the remote down and was watching intently.
"I don't remember you being so forward, little Emily," John said.
