Standing before his front door and seeing it slam shut, Steven Price smirked, his blue eyes bright and wide. The nineteen-year-old was eagerly anticipating what next was about to transpire.
His arms faintly trembled at his sides. His brows grew slick, accumulating sweat.
"Keep telling me what I can and can't do."
Steven's voice sounded fairly high-pitched. One would have trouble discerning whether it belonged to a girl or boy if they weren't seeing his face.
"It only makes me want to defy you more, snarky big-titted bitch."
Swiftly turning around, Steven's eyes darted about the vast space of the living room, and to a silver spiral staircase leading upwards.
He huffed, taking off with perfect running form, yet at clearly below-average speeds.
Steven's nigh-skeletal build hadn't done him any favors in helping him ascend as fast as he wanted.
Though he eventually reached the top, and by the time he did, he was hunched over - hands on his knees; profusely gasping for air.
Taking a single deep breath, Steven had his gaze glued to the neatly polished ebony wooden flooring.
"Fuck... Shit, man."
Steven would run, try to exercise every chance he got - even practice taekwondo.
Alas,
"It's always like... I haven't worked out a... day in my life. Ugh."
Finally righting himself, he sent his sights onward, beholding a line of black doors on both sides of the gleaming silver walls.
His eyes only paid heed to the first three doors on his right; mainly, the very first which had the name "Selena" atop it.
Promptly getting out a hairpin from his pocket, Steven picked the lock with ease. He then entered and shut the door behind. A pep in his step, he strolled forward and turned to the left, spying a familiar walk-in wardrobe.
Hastily, he threw its doors open, first and foremost seeing bras coupled with five lacy and enticing panties strewn across the floor.
Feeling his dick stir within his pants, he bit his bottom lip, beaming all the while.
"My lazy bitch of a sister, why's it only Sundays that you call the maid to clean your undies? I'm not complaining. It's all the better for me, really. There're still traces of your pussy on 'em, so they make for a perfect fap."
With a wry chuckle, he reached down and took hold of a thong; one of a silky and purple variety.
He brought it to his face, cupping it over his mouth and nose. Taking a deep whiff of its musky and enchanting material, Steven emitted a muffled moan, reaching for his belt when-
"STEVEN!" a woman shrieked. Her hands were balled into fists and she was levitating a few paces behind, her head almost touching the ten-foot ceiling.
Oddly, the door to the room remained closed.
Her skin was tanned and she appeared to be in her mid-twenties. Her golden-blonde hair was mystifying and wavy; touching the small of her back. A tight-fitting professional black suit clung to her voluptuous figure, accentuating her large breasts - which seemed as if they could pop out of her top at any moment.
Briskly dropping his sister's panty, Steven prostrated himself before her, keeping his gaze down whilst loudly begging,
"P-please forgive me, my dear dignified oldest s-sister Se-Selena! It won't happen again! I promise, Sis-! I mean: dear dignified oldest sister Selena!"
Selena's dark blue eyes narrowed, solely exhibiting a pinch of frustration and ample amounts of disgust.
"What kind of man... What kind of brother are you, Steven?"
Steven's heart rapidly pumped inside his chest. He didn't want to meet her eyes. Didn't want to respond. Didn't know how to respond.
His thoughts raced, however.
'It's past seven - doesn't this bitch have work?! Ugh. Why'd she come back? I even switched up my fapping schedule to prevent this sort of-'
"You keep defying me, Steven. You keep acting like you respect me and listen to me, but you really, really, don't. For a pathetic NEET ability-less skinny fuck to be discreetly opposing me time and time again..."
As if a shadow fell over her face, the woman's gaze grew grim.
"Maybe it's because I never physically punished you."
Steven gasped, and--faster than he could perceive--he was flung back-first onto his sister's luxurious red-and-black-hued bed.
Eyes frantically shooting about, Steven saw his levitating sister phase, and her clothing--underwear and all--dropped at the foot of the bed.
She harbored a nice, shapely body; and a tight attractive stomach - barely perceptible abs.
Feeling his pants grow even tighter, Steven asked with rosy cheeks,
"Wh-What are you doing, Se-Selena?"
Visage unwavering, she lay boobs-first on air, hovering just above him, looking him in the eyes; baring her teeth.
"Steven, your whole tactful act of defiance despite being so clearly inferior, as well as your consistent perversion and obsession with my underwear, has tempted me time and time again."
Taken aback, Steven blinked twice, going,
"Hmm?"
"Do you know how many hours I've wasted at the Supreme Agency, devising excuses--fingering myself because of you--when I should've been testing and recruiting new heroes?"
"Uh-uh. Keep going."
Steven nodded along, attention not deserting her bare captivating H-cup breasts - nipples already erect.
Selena seductively bit her bottom lip, noticing where her brother's gaze lingered.
"Do you... want to fuck me, Steven?"
Steven's eyes shot straight to her face. He muttered something barely audible - voice doused in panic.
Suddenly, his sister grabbed him by the buttocks, and he yelped as she slightly hoisted him off the bed. Then in activating her ability, she made him intangible, and all his clothing fell.
Letting him go, Selena almost screamed - though quickly whispered,
"Goodness me." and put a hand to her chest.
Steven avoided eye contact with a blushing countenance; and yet, his erect, thick ten-inches throbbing cock was on display. He didn't even try hiding it. In fact, he momentarily adopted a somewhat relaxed posture, putting his hands behind his head.
"It's... been a while since you've seen it, huh, Sis?"
"Oh, have you grown," Selena voiced, donning a nervous yet sultry smile.
