"What'cha doin?" Allison asked as she barged into his room. She gasped, however, when she looked at the computer monitor and saw the image of a naked girl on the screen. "She's naked!" Allison squeaked and pointed.
"No shit," Clark mumbled as he suddenly downsized the screen.
"Why'd you make her go away?" she asked as she plopped on his bed. At 23, she was older than him by almost two years, with a pretty, but heavily freckled face, shoulder length reddish brown hair, and a completely non descript, average body. She was pretty; however her somewhat obnoxious personality had kept her from ever keeping a boyfriend for more than a few weeks.
"Because I'd rather not be looking at naked women with my sister in the room," he replied. He was just as average as his sister although slightly taller, and also with an average build. He was also somewhat geeky, which also made him shy and prevented him from even thinking about pursuing a girlfriend.
"Why, afraid yer dick'll get hard, or something?" she giggled as she looked pointedly at his crotch. "Bring her back up, I wanna look too."
"Why?"
"Because if you don't, I'll tell mom and dad, that's why," she replied. She wouldn't, but the threat always seemed to get her what she wanted. Sighing loudly, he clicked on the icon at the bottom of the tool bar, and instantly the pretty woman popped back into view. "They're fake," she pointed, making a face.
"No shit, but I'm not a tit man so it doesn't bother me," he told her.
"Ass man, huh?" she grinned.
"Other side," he muttered as he picked another set of pictures to look at.
"Why? At least with boobs and butts, you can tell what you're getting, most of the time. With that, it's a crap shoot." She then pointed at the screen, making another face. "I like my tits, better," she added, "don't you?"
"Ali, I've never seen your tits, so how am I supposed to know?" What happened next almost made him swallow his tongue. Walking next to the computer, she suddenly lifted her shirt and popped out her tits so he could see them. "What the fuck are you doing?" he asked, although he didn't sound as shocked as he felt.
"See?" she replied. "I think they're a good size, don't you?"
"Yeah, they're a great size," he nodded, staring at her jiggling C's. He hated to admit it, but he did think they were nicer than the woman's on the screen, and even worse, her dark nipples were a definite turn on.
"I like how dark my nipples are, too. Look at how big her areola's are. I like how mine are nice and small, so the nipple fits in it nicely."
"So do I," he replied absently. He was still both transfixed by her exposed tits, and somewhat shocked by the fact that she had exposed them at all.
"I do stuff on my computer, too," she said cryptically.
"Like what?" he asked, still amazed that she hadn't bothered to put her "girls" away.
"I read," she replied, "and I write." She had said the last expecting some kind of reaction from him, and she wasn't disappointed.
"Hearing that you're able to read is amazing enough," he teased her, "but the fact that you write also..."
"Hey! Shut up, dick!" she grumbled. "I've already submitted a couple of stories, and some people even liked them!"
Sighing loudly as he took one last, longing look at the picture of the young woman spreading before him, he downsized the picture and turned around in his chair. "Ok, I'll bite, what is it that you write, dear sister?" he said in a patronizing tone.
"Smut!" she grinned. "I write about getting laid and sucking cocks and eating pussy," she added excitedly.
"If you're gonna leave them out like that, at least take your shirt off so I can get the full effect," he said, pointing at her tits. He expected her to pull the shirt down, ending his cheap thrill. When she pulled the shirt off, however, he was both pleasantly surprised and slightly aroused.
After clearing his throat, he leaned back in the chair and put his feet up on his bed. "They say that, to be a good writer, you pretty much should write what you know. Tell me, what do you know about getting laid, sucking cocks and eating pussy?"
The color that suddenly filled her face was quite vivid, and made him start to laugh. "I know about sucking cock," she countered. "And I had my pussy ate, once, but only for a few minutes."
"Why only for a few minutes?" he asked, somewhat intrigued.
"He said I didn't smell good," she pouted, "but from what I felt, it was really good, you know?"
"Mmmm hmmm," he nodded. "And the cock sucking?"
"How do you think I managed to keep boyfriends for as long as I do?" she asked sheepishly. "The only reason they don't stay, is because I won't let them... have sex with me," she mumbled.
"My big sister sucks cock," he grinned. "Tell me, can you deep throat?"
"Why?" she asked quietly.
"I'm just curious," he shrugged, somewhat amused.
"Yeah, sorta," she muttered.
"What about the getting laid part?" he asked, knowing the answer already.
"No," she replied. "I already told you I don't do that, that's why I can't keep a boyfriend." That was only part of the reason. The other part, was the fact that she was an overbearing loud mouth who felt the need to constantly keep talking, even when there was nothing to say. Her personal hygiene also was a factor.
Seeing that his line of questioning was starting to bother her, he decided to change the subject somewhat. "Ok, you said you read... what do you read?"
"Stories," she replied, sounding at least a little better. "All of them have to do with some kind of sex or another, but, there's one type that I just started reading that's really piqued my interest."
"Wow, did you just say 'piqued'? I'm impressed!"
"Shut up!" she smirked, flipping him off.
"So, this one type, what does it have to do with?"
