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Author: eaglenerd
last update publish date: 2026-06-05 14:06:53

Elayne was sitting cross-legged on the foot of my bed, looking directly at me. "We need to talk."

"We need to talk."

The words sent a jolt of alarm racing down my spine as I closed the door to my room behind me. A series of questions rapidly flashed through my head. What the hell was my sister doing in here? How long had she been waiting like this? Was that T-shirt the only thing she was wearing? And was the vibe still inside her?

The last two, in particular, were extremely out of place, certainly not ones I would have thought even just yesterday, but that's the mental space I was in after today. "Talk? About what?" I didn't want to be the one to bring it up, so I tossed the ball back into her court, moving over to drop into my desk chair.

Elayne arched an eyebrow at me. "I dunno, maybe the remote control you took from my room? Or how about the fact you gave me an orgasm in the car this morning? Or maybe about how you left me on the third setting for the entire. Fucking. Afternoon."

The blood drained from my face. "No. No way. I dropped it back down to the lowest setting only a few minutes after raising it to that level. I realized it was going to be too much!"

"The remote only has a limited range, dumbass. If you change the intensity while it's too far away then it doesn't take effect until you get close enough. I dropped down to a one as soon as you got home."

Holy shit. Did that mean it was really still inside her? My eyes couldn't help but drop down to her crotch once again, the long shirt she was wearing pooling in her lap as she sat cross-legged.

"Pervert."

My eyes shot back up to meet hers. There was a small smirk on her lips. "No, I just--"

"Was wondering if my pussy had a vibe in it, I know."

Hearing my sister say the word "pussy" to me was something I'd never imagined would happen. I was even more embarrassed as my dick began to harden. "I mean... are you?"

Elayne's eyes widened as my face heated up like the sun. "You already have the ability to figure that out on your own," she slowly replied.

Was she... daring me to use the remote? This whole situation was insanity. I knew, without a shadow of a doubt, that the best thing I could possibly do in this situation was to apologize and give the remote back to her. So, of course, I reached into my pocket, grabbed it, and pressed the plus button twice.

My sister immediately moaned, so loudly that I jumped in surprise and desperately prayed that our parents were both still downstairs. A moment later, I realized I could hear a buzzing noise, which didn't make any sense.

"Just kidding," she said, smiling cheekily as she reached down and pulled the pink vibe into view from where it had been hidden in her lap. It dangled from her fingers on a thin strap, buzzing wildly. "I'm impressed. Didn't think you'd actually try it when we were alone like this." In one, smooth motion, she bounced to her feet--her long, bare legs flashing into view. "Come on, let's finish this convo in my room."

I didn't ask why we couldn't do it here, I just followed behind her in a daze, belatedly realizing I should turn the vibe off as we passed through the bathroom. My eyes were glued to the shape of her ass that her shirt barely concealed as she crossed her room before dropping down onto her own bed--this time with her legs dangling off the side instead of underneath her. Elayne frowned as she saw me staying by the bathroom door.

"Come, sit," she said, patting the sheets at her side. "I promise I don't bite."

"I'm... not sure that's a great idea." I swallowed thickly. "You're basically half naked. I shouldn't even be in here."

Elayne pouted. "Please? I feel like after everything you've put me through in the last day, the least you owe me is a brief chat. And it'll be way more comfortable sitting down on the bed than standing over there."

I couldn't deny that she was right, on both counts, so I reluctantly walked over and joined her--although I sat down further away than where she'd indicated. It was meaningless, as she immediately shifted over, her leg brushing against mine.

"So, let's get right to the point." She placed her hand on my thigh, her eyes looking directly into mine. "Why'd you steal your sister's remote?"

"I... I don't know. It was stupid. I just saw it there and thought there was no way it was real. And if it somehow was, then it would let me play an amazing prank on you. At the end of the day, I just wasn't thinking. I know it was wrong. I'm sorry." The words came out in a desperate rush, embarrassment flooding through me.

There was a long moment of silence before she gently squeezed my leg. "Erik. I'm not angry with you. I'm the one who chose to use it again today, after all. To tell the truth, this whole thing has worked out way better without me having control over the remote."

"Worked out?" I finally looked over at her, frowning. "Wait, did you plan this whole thing?!"

Elayne blinked before quickly shaking her head. "No, no, not at all. The vibe only arrived yesterday. I was so excited to try it out that I popped it right in, and then almost immediately after Mom called out that dinner was ready. I knew that I should have taken it out, but god, it felt so good buzzing away inside me I didn't want to. Plus, the idea of wearing it to dinner secretly was such a massive turn-on. So I left it inside. I never imagined you'd be up in my room so I wasn't as careful with the remote as I should have been."

I did my best to stay as still as I could, not wanting my sister to realize how excited I was getting from what we were discussing. "But... buying a vibe and then wearing it to school? I never would have imagined that was something you'd be into."

She shifted in place, her thighs grinding together in a way that made me swallow. "I just get... extremely horny sometimes."

"Like... fuck a bunch of strangers horny?" It definitely wasn't the right thing to say, but it popped out anyway.

She punched my arm, hard, but the smile on her lips let me know she wasn't actually angry. "Not like that, I'm not some kind of slut. For the record, I'll have you know that I've never slept with anyone."

I swallowed. Fuck, why did that have to make my dick twitch?

"But what about you, bro? Find anyone to poke with your cock in the first semester? Maybe that's why you only got a 3.7?"

My mouth fell open and I struggled to come up with a response. Both because this was an absolutely wild conversation to be having with my sister, but also because she'd decided now of all times to bring up the difference in our grades. "What? No. I was too busy studying to get good grades to spend much time doing anything else."

"Interesting, so that means--"

 

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