>>41109173>As you reach the kitchen you notice Sunset is already there.>Her back is turned and she’s nervously rummaging through the fridge. She looks even more antsy that usual.>It doesn’t seem she has noticed you yet.>Today she is ever weirder than usual.>And speaking of metabolism, is it just you or is Sunset’s butt looking even more jiggly than usual in her jeans shorts?>Seriously, the way her buttcheeks push the fabric taut — it’s as if she’s buying one size too small just to mess with people!>Which is a ridiculous notion, of course.>You clear your throat to signal your presence.“Sis?”
>Sunset jumps so fast her head hits the fridge’s ceiling.“Ow,” she groans. “A-Anon? I thought you were in the bedroom?”
“Yes. I…” Wait. Is she going to ask you about the bra you picked? “I just felt like getting something to drink.”
“Oh. C-Cool.”
“Yeah. Uh, so… can I take a look at the fridge?”
“W-Well, n-not right now Nonnie, I’m… I’m checking it for dirt! You know, after almost one year.”
“Sure, make sense. Uh, do you have to push yourself so deep into it?”
“N-Nonnie! Don’t…”
“I didn’t mean it like… like that, I…”
>You both stammer. It’s clear you /really/ need a cold shower before you embarrass yourself any further and you make some mistake your sister is going to tease you about until the heat death of the universe.“I’ll be in the bathroom,” you decide. “I’m taking a shower. And no peeking!”
“W-Who would peek you taking a shower?” She shrieks, her voice echoing slightly in the depths of the fridge. “T-That’s gross…”
>You silently notice how Sunset still hasn’t taken her torso out of the fridge yet.>Feeling a headache coming up, you turn away for the bathroom.>At least you can take care of Anon Jr. there… and /maybe/ you will manage not to jerk off to your sister’s pert ass.>Maybe.[cont.]
