He got into his car, and after several tried it sputtered to life. "Twelve more payments and its all mine," he muttered. It had been another long shift of asking people if they wanted fries with that. He never thought that working and going to school would be so unrewarding. It was bad enough that he had to flip burgers to help pay tuition, but it was even worse that he had to live at home as well. He put the car in gear, and with a loud clunk it moved out of the parking lot.
He reached for his cell phone. He pulled up the picture that had been sent to him while at work. The number was private, and the picture was the subject of his thoughts during his shift at work. It was of a pussy. A shaved, slightly spread open pussy. While the quality was not the best, he could still make out the fact that the clit was hard, and the lips swollen. It looked like whoever sent this was really turned on. He again flipped through his list of contacts, and wondered who could have sent this. Who had his number that would send this picture? The driver of the car behind him honked his horn, and he closed the phone and pulled away from the light.
His mind was still pondering the message when the phone beeped signaling the arrival of another message. He flipped open the phone, and opened the file. It was a close up of a nipple. Light pink and puffy. While the image was small it looked like the nipple was wet, as if it had been sucked recently. Again the number was private, and again he had no idea as to who was sending these messages. His mind wandered to dates, co-workers, and classmates in school. No one he was dating or working with was THAT interested in him. His cock was now throbbing. He needed to get home and take care of the problem.
She pressed the send button, and took another drink of wine. It had taken a bottle to put her plan into motion, and now there was no turning back. For three years she had watched him. How he moved, how he dressed, and how he laughed. She saw the frustration over his need to live at home, and work a menial job as he went to school. She too lived at home, and went to school. She didn't have to work, and had scholarships to cover most of her college costs. She lived at home because it was closer to the one she loved. She got to see him every day. She got to be near him every day, and she wanted him every single day.
For two years she planned on how to seduce the man she loved. Finding out that his parents were going to be gone for two weeks on a trip gave her the opening she was looking for to carry out her plan. She debated over whether she should carry out her plan, but in the end her love and lust for the object of her affections won out over any other argument that could have been made.
She knew his work schedule. She had it memorized for weeks in advance. Today was the day. She bought wine to give her courage, and began taking pictures to send him all day. She had cum four times today as her photo sessions turned her on. She would start sending them while he was at work. A trail of pictures of her body, leading her man to her.
She shaved her pussy, going over it three times to make it smooth. She thought he would like it that way. She had put ice cubes on her nipples to make them hard and wet. She thought he would find that sexy. As the trail of pictures lead to her face, she became more nervous and yet more turned on at the same time. Another bottle of wine, and she was determined to carry out her seduction to the end.
He pulled into the drive, and the car squeaked to a stop. He got out and saw the living room light on. He hoped his parents were still not awake. He thought they would be in bed by now. They had an early flight for their vacation. He entered the back door, and grabbed a soda out of the refrigerator. He made his way into the living room, and saw his sister sitting on the couch with a book in her lap. "Isn't it past your bed time?" he asked.
"I'm older than you genius," she replied.
"Well, I am beat. Think I am gonna hit the sack," he said.
"Would you make me some popcorn first?" she asked. " I like the way you make it."
He groaned. Making popcorn was not what was on his mind. However, she was his sister and had helped him study on several occasions so decided he could throw a bag in the microwave. He placed the popcorn in the microwave and the phone beeped.again with the message tone. He flipped it open and this time it was a text message. "Do u like what u see?" was on the screen. "If you only knew," he muttered.
The girl moved quickly to the front door, and placed the envelope under the welcome mat that was in front of it. She did not want to be caught placing the photos and note that were in it. The plan had worked so far, and she wanted nothing to spoil it now. She left the envelope and silently moved away. She flipped open her phone for one last text before her plan was complete. "If you want me as bad as I want U go look under your front door welcome mat. Will see who I am." She then closed her phone, and waited for the final act of her seduction.
Just as the microwave announced the popcorn was done, his phone went off. The message that was sent to him appeared. He could not believe it. He was about to find out who was sending him the pictures, and text messages. He quickly put the popcorn in a bowl, and went into the living room. "Did you hear something at the front door?" he asked.
"Nope," said his sister as she looked up from her book to take the popcorn. "Why?"
"Oh, just thought I heard something," he replied. "Maybe I will take a look."
He moved toward the door, his excitement growing with every step. He never dreamt in his wildest dreams of something like this happening, and now he was a few steps from finding out who was doing this. He looked out at the darkened street, and bent down to lift the welcome mat. There was an envelope with his name on it. He opened it carefully, but the picture in it fell out. He decided to read the note before picking up the picture. It simply said that she loved him, and would do anything to please him. It was signed Jen.
He only knew one Jen or at least that he could remember. He bent down and picked up the picture. There looking back at him, fully undressed, and blowing him a kiss was the only Jen he knew. It was his sister. His head started to spin, and he felt too shaky to move. He never would have guessed in a million years it would be her.
Jen watched him walk by her. She felt her pulse racing. This was the moment she had planned and waited for. Now, in a few short moments she would know if her plan was a success or failure. She set the bowl of popcorn down, because her hands were trembling too much to hold it. She never thought she could be excited and scared at the same time, but she was. To be rejected by him would crush her, and to have him accept her would mean everything. She saw the front door reopen, and the moment of truth was at hand.
