It was one of those nights. I was kicked back on the couch, a cold beer in hand, half-watching some late-night reruns. The volume wasn’t even that loud; it was just background noise while I tried to shake off the workday. You know the type of night I mean—nothing exciting, just you, the TV, and a few beers to keep you company.
Then I heard it. A knock at the door. Not soft or tentative, but urgent, like whoever was out there wasn’t leaving until I answered.
“Who the hell could that be?” I muttered to myself, hauling myself off the couch. The floor creaked under my feet as I shuffled to the door. I wasn’t expecting anyone, and I wasn’t exactly in the mood for company, but curiosity has a way of making you move.
When I opened the door, I froze. There she was—my little sister, Chloe.
She looked like a mess, and not in the usual, “I had a rough day” kind of way. Her long, blonde hair was plastered to her face, dripping with rainwater. Her makeup was smeared, black mascara streaks cutting down her cheeks. But it was the dress that really caught me off guard—this expensive-looking, silky thing that clung to her like second skin, dipping low in the front and hugging her figure in a way that made it clear she’d been dressed for something special. Only now, it was soaked through, sticking to her like she’d been caught in a storm. And from the looks of her, that wasn’t just the weather.
“Chloe?” I asked, stepping back to let her in. She didn’t wait for an invitation; she just pushed past me, her heels clicking on the floor as she came inside.
Her voice broke as she spoke. “I… I didn’t know where else to go.”
I closed the door behind her and turned around, trying to make sense of what was happening. “What’s going on? Are you okay?”
She shook her head, her wet hair whipping droplets everywhere. “No, Gary. No, I’m not okay.” Her voice cracked again, and she brought a shaky hand to her face, smudging what was left of her makeup. “I walked in on Jake. He—he was with some other girl.”
Jake. Her boyfriend. Or, apparently, her ex-boyfriend now.
I felt a flash of anger flare up in my chest. Jake had always seemed like an okay guy, but hearing this? Yeah, no. “That son of a—”
“I don’t want to talk about him!” she cut me off, her voice sharp but wobbly, like she was one wrong word away from completely breaking down.
“Alright, alright,” I said, holding up my hands. “Come on, sit down. Let me grab you a towel or something. You’re soaked.”
She nodded, her lips trembling as she kicked off her heels and plopped onto the couch. The dress clung to her as she sat, the long neckline dipping even more as she leaned forward her cleavage hanging as she rest her elbows on her knees. She looked so small sitting there, like all the fight had been drained out of her.
I grabbed a clean towel from the bathroom and handed it to her. She took it without a word, dabbing at her face first, then her hair. She didn’t even bother with the dress—it was probably beyond saving at this point.
“You want a beer?” I asked, not really sure what else to offer. I mean, what do you say to someone who just had their heart ripped out?
“Yeah,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper.
I went to the fridge, grabbed a couple of cold ones, and brought them back. She took hers and cracked it open, taking a long sip before letting out a shaky breath.
We sat in silence for a minute, the sound of the TV filling the room. Some sitcom laugh track played in the background, completely out of place given the mood.
“You know,” she said, her voice soft but raw, “I really thought he was different. I thought… I thought he loved me.”
I didn’t know what to say to that, so I just nodded, taking a sip of my beer. Sometimes it’s better to just listen.
She sniffled, wiping at her face again. “I mean, how stupid am I? I got all dressed up for him. I even—I even bought this stupid dress for tonight. And then I find him… with her.”
“Chloe, you’re not stupid,” I said firmly. “He’s the idiot. If he can’t see what he had with you, that’s on him, not you.”
She looked over at me, her eyes glassy but grateful. “Thanks, Gary.”
I shrugged. “What are brothers for?”
We kept talking after that, the conversation bouncing between Jake and life in general. She started to relax a little, her shoulders losing that tension they’d carried when she first walked in. At one point, she even laughed—this small, broken thing, but it was a laugh, and that felt like a win.
Eventually, she leaned back on the couch, her beer resting on her thigh. “Do you mind if I stay here tonight?” she asked, her voice small. “I just… I don’t want to go back to my place. Not yet.”
“Of course,” I said. “You can take my bed. I’ll crash out here.”
“No,” she said quickly, shaking her head. “The couch is fine. I don’t want to kick you out of your own bed.”
“You are taking my bed, Chloe. Don’t argue with me,” I said, pointing at her with my beer bottle like I wasn’t about to back down.
She raised an eyebrow, trying to muster up some of her usual sass, but it fell flat. She was too drained to fight me, and honestly, I wasn’t going to let her. “Gary, seriously—”
“Seriously nothing,” I interrupted, leaning back into the couch. “You’ve had the kind of night that would break anyone. You’re taking my bed. End of story.”
Her lips brushed my cheek softly, and I could feel the damp warmth of her breath as she murmured, “Thank you, Gary.”
It caught me off guard, that small gesture, but I didn’t let it show. I gave her a little nudge with my shoulder and smirked. “Don’t get all sentimental on me now. You’re still taking the bed, no arguments.”
“Ok but not yet, can I chill with you as I really could do with a drink after tonight, you got something stronger.” She said as she downed the beer.
I raised an eyebrow at her, smirking slightly as I took another sip of my beer. “Stronger, huh? You sure you’re ready for that? You’ve already had one hell of a night.”
Chloe gave me a tired but determined look, her blue eyes a little puffy from crying but still sharp. “Gary, I just walked in on Jake, going hard at it, with some girl in our bed. I think I’ve earned something a little stronger tonight, don’t you?”
I winced at her words—blunt, raw, and dripping with the kind of bitterness that came from a wound still fresh. “Yeah, okay. Fair enough,” I said, pushing myself off the couch again. “I’ve got whiskey. Let’s see how much damage we can do to a bottle.”
“Now you’re speaking my language,” she said, her voice tired but with a faint edge of that old Chloe spark. She curled her legs up under her on the couch, watching as I made my way to the kitchen.
I grabbed the whiskey, a couple of tumblers, and some ice. Nothing fancy, but it’d do the job. I could feel her eyes on me as I came back and handed her a glass. “Here,” I said, plopping down next to her again. “But don’t blame me when you wake up with a killer headache tomorrow.”
She snorted softly, swirling the whiskey in the glass. “Gary, at this point, a hangover would be an upgrade. God I am so wet, the dress before you say anything. Do you have a long t shirt I can use.”
I chuckled, shaking my head at her comment. “Yeah, sure, I figured you meant the dress,” I said, setting my glass down on the table. “Hang on, I’ll grab you something.”
She gave me a half-smile, swirling the whiskey in her glass again as she leaned back into the couch. “Yeah of course you thought it was my dress. Thanks, Gary. Seriously.”
I got up, shaking my head at her sarcasm, but it felt good to see even a flicker of her usual Chloe. “Yeah, yeah, keep being a smartass. I’ll be right back,” I said over my shoulder as I headed to my bedroom.
I rummaged through my dresser and found one of my old, oversized T-shirts—a faded gray one from some concert I barely remembered going to. It was long enough to hang down to her thighs, and more importantly, it was dry. Grabbing it, I made my way back to the living room.
Chloe was still on the couch, her legs curled up under her, holding the whiskey glass like it was anchoring her to the moment. Her blonde hair, still damp from the rain, clung to the sides of her face, but her expression was softer now. Tired, sure, but not as raw as when she first walked in.
“Here,” I said, tossing her the shirt. “It’s clean. And big enough that you won’t look like you’re trying to squeeze into one of those tiny crop tops you used to wear in high school.”
She caught it with one hand, rolling her eyes at me. “Wow, Gary. Judgy much? Those crop tops were cute, and you know it.”
“They were something, alright,” I teased, sitting back down and picking up my glass. “Bathroom’s down the hall if you want to change.”
She started taking her dress off, “hey I said bathroom is down the hell.”
“I have underwear on underneath don’t worry.” she said as she throw the dress on the floor at side of the couch. She looked beautiful, she put the t shirt over head and it fell to her thighs.
“Chloe, you seriously have no concept of personal space,” I said, shaking my head and looking away as she casually pulled on the T-shirt like it was no big deal.
“Oh, relax, Gary,” she said, brushing her damp hair out of her face and flopping back onto the couch. The oversized shirt hung loosely on her, the hem brushing her thighs. “You act like we didn’t grow up in the same house. This isn’t a big deal.”
“Yeah, well, we’re not ten anymore,” I muttered, taking another sip of my whiskey. “Could’ve warned me, though.”
She gave me a sly smirk, her blue eyes twinkling faintly despite the exhaustion etched across her face. “Where’s the fun in that? haha your face.”
I rolled my eyes and let out a heavy sigh, trying to ignore her teasing. “Yeah, yeah, laugh it up. Glad I could provide some free entertainment for you tonight.”
Chloe grinned, her first real smile of the night, even if it came at my expense. She tucked her legs up under her again, looking much more comfortable now in the oversized T-shirt. “You should’ve seen yourself, Gary. You looked like you’d just been caught sneaking candy out of mom’s pantry.”
“Hey, you started it,” I shot back, pointing at her with my glass. “I’m not the one stripping in the middle of the living room.”
“Oh, come on,” she said, laughing softly. “It wasn’t like I was putting on a show. Besides, you’re my brother. You’re supposed to be unphased by this kind of thing.”
“Unphased? Chloe, you dropped your dress like we’re starring in some sitcom,” I said, shaking my head with an amused smirk. “Maybe next time, just humour me and use the damn bathroom.”
“Fine,” she said dramatically, holding up her hands in mock surrender. “Next time I need to borrow a T-shirt after walking in on my cheating boyfriend and crying my eyes out in the rain, I’ll use the bathroom. Happy?”
“Ecstatic,” I said dryly, raising my glass like I was toasting her. “You’re a real riot, Chloe.”
She laughed again, a softer, more genuine laugh this time, and it was like a little bit of the weight she’d carried in with her was starting to lift. “You know, you’re actually not the worst person to hang out with when everything goes to hell,” she said, tucking herself further into the blanket.
“Wow, high praise,” I replied, shaking my head. “I’ll take that as a glowing endorsement.”
She gave me a small smile, swirling what was left of her whiskey in her glass. “Seriously, though. Thanks for letting me crash here, Gary. I didn’t know where else to go.”
I leaned back on the couch, staring at the ceiling for a moment before glancing at her. “Chloe, you don’t need to thank me. You’re my sister. If you ever need me, I’m here. That’s just how it works.”
She bit her lip, her expression softening as she looked down at her glass. “Still. It means a lot.”
“I got a good idea,” she said as she hiccupped. “I want you to take few pictures of me, want to make him jealous.”
“Chloe,” I said, putting my glass down and looking at her like she’d lost her mind. “You don’t need to stoop to his level. Let the guy stew in his own stupidity. Don’t give him the satisfaction of thinking he still matters.”
She gave me this tipsy, defiant look, her cheeks slightly flushed from the whiskey and a hiccup escaping before she could respond. “No, no, you don’t get it, Gary.” She pointed a finger at me, her tone half-determined, half-dramatic. “I want him to see what he lost. Like, boom—‘Look at me, you idiot. Look what you gave up.’ That’s the energy.”
I leaned back, raising an eyebrow. “Chloe, you’re gorgeous, alright? You could walk past him on a random Tuesday in sweatpants, and he’d regret every life choice he ever made. You don’t need staged photos to prove that.”
She flopped back against the couch, groaning dramatically. “Ugh, you’re no fun. Where’s your sense of revenge? I thought you’d be on board with this.”
“Revenge is overrated,” I replied, crossing my arms. “You’re better off ignoring the guy completely. That’ll mess with his head way more than some Instagram-worthy picture. Trust me.”
“You going to or not,” she said as she always went on until she got what she wanted.
“Chloe, for the last time, no,” I said firmly, rubbing my temples. “This isn’t happening. You’re just tipsy enough to think this is a great idea, but trust me, you’ll regret it in the morning.”
She groaned, throwing her head back against the couch cushion and letting out an exaggerated sigh. “You are the worst,” she muttered, giving me a look that was part glare, part pout. “I’m trying to reclaim my dignity here, Gary. Help me out!”
I shot her a look. “Reclaiming your dignity doesn’t involve taking revenge photos to post online. It involves being better than him, moving on, and—oh, I don’t know—not giving him the satisfaction of knowing he still gets under your skin.”
Chloe crossed her arms, her expression defiant. “Fine. If you’re not gonna help me, I’ll figure it out myself.” She grabbed her phone off the coffee table, fumbling with it in her slightly inebriated state, her fingers swiping aimlessly across the screen.
“Fine, what do you want me to do?” I sighed, finally relenting just to shut her up. “But don’t make me regret this, Chloe.”
Her face lit up, a mischievous glint in her still-tipsy eyes. “Okay! Here’s the plan. Something casual but cute. Not too obvious, but enough to say, ‘look at me thriving without you.’ You know? and maybe a few… daring shots. Like should I lose the t shirt. I want to make him jealous, and see what he’s missing.”
I groaned, pinching the bridge of my nose as I tried to process what Chloe had just said. “Lose the T-shirt? Chloe, are you even listening to yourself right now? No. Just no. You’re drunk, emotional, and about ten seconds away from doing something you’re definitely going to regret.”
She huffed, crossing her arms like a stubborn teenager. “Gary, you are no fun at all,” she grumbled, sinking back into the couch. “Just take the pictures… something more wow. Something that’ll make him realize I’m the best damn thing he ever had.”
I gave her a deadpan look. “You’re already ‘wow,’ Chloe. You don’t need to strip down or pose for some ridiculous thirst trap just to prove that to anyone—least of all Jake. And even if you did, I’m not the guy for that job. We clear?”
She let out an exaggerated groan, throwing her head back dramatically. “Ugh! You’re impossible, Gary. Don’t you get it? He hurt me. He made me feel small. I just want to flip the script, you know? Make him feel like an idiot for losing me. I want him to think I am with some guy, I want him to hurt like I hurt.”
I sighed deeply, shaking my head. “Chloe, listen to yourself. You’re better than this. You’re hurt right now, I get it, but making Jake think you’re with someone else isn’t going to fix anything. All it’s going to do is keep you tied to his crap when you should be moving on.”
She glared at me, her blue eyes narrowing as her cheeks flushed from the whiskey as she took off the t shirt. “Oh, so now you’re my life coach?” she snapped, crossing her arms tightly. “Maybe I don’t want to move on yet. Maybe I want him to feel like trash, the same way I felt when I walked in and saw him—” Her voice cracked, and she looked away quickly, brushing at her eyes. “I just… I just want him to see. To know what he threw away. Think of it as a lingerie shoot, there is nothing wrong with that.”
“Alright, Chloe,” I relented, the corner of my mouth twitching. “But we’re doing this your way—with class. No cheap shots, no desperation. We highlight what’s already there, got it?”
She clapped her hands, the grin spreading wide across her face. “Yes! I knew you’d see it my way eventually.”
In her lacy black bra that hugged her curves, pushing her breasts up and together in a way that made her cleavage pop. She struck a playful pose on the couch, her arms hugging her chest to accentuate her assets, an impish smirk on her lips.
“Jesus Chloe do we after do these type of shots,” I started getting hard at seeing her tits nearly pop out her bra.
Chloe threw her head back, letting out a mischievous giggle at the sight of my reaction, her breasts rising and falling with an exaggerated breath. “Oh, Gary, you’re practically blushing! And here I thought you were immune to little ol’ me.” She winked, her damp hair cascading over the edge of the T-shirt, which now lay forgotten on the couch beside her. “Just take the shot”
“Alright Chloe, you got me,” I said, grabbing my phone to snap some pics. “No junky pics, just you being your awesome self. We show off your smile, those eyes—remind him what a goof he is for messing up.”
She beamed at me, all puffy-eyed and triumphant. “That’s what I’m talking about, Gary!” With the T-shirt off, she tossed it aside, now just in her lacy white bra and thin cotton panties. The bra held her up just right, making her boobs look full and round, and the panties hugged her hips. She looked like a mix of super brave and kinda sad, but in a sexy kinda way.
I held up the phone, trying to be all cool, but my heart was pounding like a drum. “Okay, pose like you’re owning this night. Make him wish he wasn’t such a dummy.”
Chloe struck a pose, leaning against the wall, her chest puffing out a bit, hair messy over her shoulders. I clicked a pic. “Boom! Like that?”
“How about this next,” she alter her bra so one nipple was showing. “A easy nip slip shot.”
“Oh wow, Chloe! That’s… that’s really something,” I stammered, feeling my face heat up as I stared at her exposed nipple. It was small and pink, just peeking out from the edge of her lacy bra. “You sure you want to go that far?”
She bit her lip, a mischievous glint in her eye as she leaned back, letting the T-shirt slip further down her shoulders. “Mm-hmm. I want him to see what he’s missing. What he threw away.”
After taking the pictures she took the phone and sent them to him with each image she put ‘at some guys house being naughty.’
Still not happy she sighs, “this isn’t enough, I need to have some kind of picture where it looks like I am fucking another man.”
“Chloe, like how exactly are you going to… why are you looking at me like that,” I said just looking at her nipple still poking out of her bra.
“Gary, I have an idea!” Chloe exclaimed, her blue eyes sparkling with mischief. “We need to make it look like I’m really getting it on with some guy. Like, really going at it!”
I raised an eyebrow, feeling a bit uneasy about where this was heading. “Chloe, I don’t know about that. It’s one thing to send him a few pictures, but… actually faking a sex scene? That’s pretty intense.”
She waved a hand dismissively, already lost in her own scheme. “Oh, come on! It’ll be fun. I am not asking you to fuck me. Just put your dick near my pussy and take a picture of it and ill send it. Relax we ain’t fucking.”
“I don’t want you seeing my dick,” I was shocked what she was suggesting.
But she was already stripping off her bra, her small, perky breasts bouncing free. “No, no, it’ll be great! I’ll be the hottest revenge girl ever. He’ll be so jealous, he’ll regret ever cheating on me!”
I couldn’t help but stare as she shimmied out of her panties, revealing her smooth, bare pussy. “Chloe, are you sure about this? We’re really crossing a line here…”
She giggled, spreading her legs wide for the camera. “Just pretend you’re some random guy, okay? We’ll make it look super hot and steamy.”
I gulped, my cock starting to stir at the sight of her. “Okay, but we’re not actually gonna have sex, right? It’s all just for show. I can’t believe I doing this shit.” I undid my jeans and took out my cock.
She shuffled to the end of the couch as I got between her legs and rested my cock on her pubic bone. I took the picture. I passed her the phone and she sent it to him.
She sighed and looked at me, what is she thinking now.
“Now this is going to sound weird, since you are getting hard by this… what about, you just put the tip of your you know just inside of my pussy. So it looks like we are having sex, only put in the tip and take the phone.”
“Okay, Chloe, but just the tip, right? And we’re not actually doing anything, just pretending for the picture,” I said nervously, my cock in my hand. I positioned myself between her legs, the head of my dick pressing against her dry slit.
She nodded, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “Yep, just the tip. You don’t need to thrust, just be still inside of me.”
I wet my hand and rubbed the head of my cock to lube it up. I slowly pushed forward slightly, feeling her pussy lips part around the head of my cock. It was warm and wet, and I had to fight the urge to thrust deeper. I took the picture and I passed her the phone with my cock still resting inside her pussy.
So then, Chloe looked at me with a sly smile, her eyes twinkling. “Gary, you’re so big,” she said, biting her lip. “I can’t believe you’re my brother!”
I blushed, feeling my cock twitch inside her. “Chloe, we shouldn’t be doing this,” I mumbled, but I didn’t pull out. It felt too good, too right.
She giggled, reaching up to run her fingers through my hair. “Don’t worry, Gary. This is just for the picture. We’re not really having sex, right? your cock is still inside me.”
“It is, I don’t wanna take it out. I am tempted to start thrusting,” I said as I just stared at my dick with just the head inside her.
She bit her lip, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “Well, maybe just a little thrust. Just to make it look more real. We can’t have him thinking we’re just messing around, right? Film it, film a few thrusts and we will stop.”
I changed from photo mode on the phone to recording as I aimed the camera at just her pussy.
“Okay, Chloe, ready?” I asked, my voice shaking a little.
She nodded, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “Ready! Let’s make him jealous!”
I started to thrust, just a little bit, just enough to make it look real. My cock slid in and out of her, her pussy lips gripping me tight. It felt so good, so warm and wet, and I had to fight the urge to thrust harder, deeper. I stopped and stopped the recording, fuck that felt good I wish I could go full hammer at her.
I passed the phone and as she was sending it I give a few more sneaky thrusts.
So after filming the video and sending it to Jake, Chloe looked at me with this weird look on her face. “Gary,” she said, “That was so hot. Like, really hot. You know?”
“Can’t believe my dick is inside of you, fuck it. It’s inside you already may as well give you a good seeing to,” I said as I held her thighs open and started pounding her pussy. Her tits bounced as I pumped my dick in and out her cunt on the couch.
“Oh fuck, Chloe,” I groaned, my hips slamming against hers. “You feel so good. So fucking good.”
She moaned louder, her head thrown back against the couch. “Yes, Gary! Fuck me! Fuck me hard!”
I did as she asked, pounding into her with all I had. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, along with our moans and grunts. It was dirty, it was wrong, but it felt so fucking right.
“Ahh fuck, that just isn’t the tip,” she moaned as I bottomed out deep inside my sisters pussy. Her phone buzzed as I kept fucking her.
“Okay Chloe,” I panted, still holding her thighs as I slowed down, my cock buried deep in her heat. “We went way past just pretending, huh? But you feel amazing, all wet around my dick.”
Chloe’s eyes were wild with excitement and lust, cheeks flushed. “Oh, Gary fuck that pussy! Keep going!” she urged, her voice breathy. She just looked down between her legs watching my cock split her and pound her pussy.
Chloe’s breath came heavy, her chest heaving with each thrust of my cock inside her. The room echoed with the sloppy, squelching sounds of my dick sliding in and out of her tight, slick pussy. She bit down on her lip, holding back a scream, as her tits bounced with every hard pound I gave.
“Oh Gary, it’s like… You’re really fucking me now!” she gasped, her voice all high-pitched with excitement.
I couldn’t help but grunt with each thrust, feeling her walls squeeze my cock. “Chloe, you’re so damn tight. Feels too damn good,” I said, my voice growly and rough like a snarling dog.
She wrapped her legs around me, pulling me closer, her heels digging into my back. “Don’t stop, Gary! Make him regret it—make Jake see what he’s missing!”
The smack of our skin meeting filled the room, a rhythmic beat to our wild, messy love-making. Chloe’s moans got louder, her nails scratching down my back. “Yeah! Fuck yeah, like that! You’re pounding me so good!”
I grabbed her hips, digging in as I rammed into her harder, faster. Her pussy was making these wet noises, like a tongue licking a juicy popsicle. My cock was so deep in her gash, hitting parts that made her squeal. “You want him to see this, huh? You want him to know how good it feels,” I grunted, stuffing my cock into her.
Her eyes fluttered shut. “Yes, Gary, yes! Let him burn knowing what he lost!”
The fucking got wilder, our bodies slapping loud and fast, Chloe’s tits smacking against my chest. I could see her getting close, her face twisted up in this crazy mix of pleasure and revenge.
“Gary, I’m gonna… gonna come!” she warned, her voice breaking like a toy balloon.
“Cum for me, Chloe. Let go,” I commanded, driving my dick into her like a hammer.
She cried out, her back arching as she came, her pussy clenching around my cock like a fist. “Fuck! Gary!”
I felt her juices gushing, hot and thick, as she tightened around me. I let out a roar, pumping into her one last time before I shot my load, filling her up with my hot cum. “Oh shit!” I groaned, pulsing deep inside her.
We were both panting, sweaty from head to toe, the smell of sex thick in the air. Chloe looked at me with this weird smile, part naughty, part proud. “We really did it, huh? Made him green with jealousy.”
I nodded, still inside her, feeling my cock twitch. “Guess we did, sis. You’re all sticky with my cum now.”
She giggled, a bit breathless. “Worth it. Totally worth it, Gary. Now he knows what a dumbass he is. And you got to get some pussy out of it.”
“Gary, oh wow,” Chloe gasped out, still catching her breath, her chest rising and falling with each pant. She looked straight into my eyes, her cheeks blazing red and her blonde hair all messed up from our rough play. “That was so naughty… but sooo good!”
I chuckled, feeling a bit dizzy from all the wild stuff we just did. “Yeah, Chloe, super naughty. But you know, it was for Jake, right? To show him what a fool he was.”
She nodded, a sly smile creeping back onto her lips. “Totally for Jake. I bet he’s fuming, seeing all this!” Her fingers traced lazy circles on my chest, feeling the sweat on my skin.
I gently pulled out, and she let out a little ‘wet soggy’ sound, my cock leaving her soaked pussy. “Whoa, look at that,” I said, watching her wetness drip down my shaft. “We really went for it, huh?”
“Uh-huh,” Chloe said, giggling like a little kid with a secret. “Gotta clean up, but first…” She grabbed her phone, snapping a pic of the mess between her legs. “For proof,” she winked, sending it with a saucy caption.
I leaned back, still feeling my heartbeat like a drum in my ears. “Chloe, you sure you’re not gonna regret this all in the morning?”
She shook her head, her hair swinging. “Not one bit, Gary. You made me feel like a queen, way better than that loser Jake ever did.” She stood up, the T-shirt in hand, and wiggled back into it, covering her sticky self. “Thanks for the… revenge session. You’re the best brother ever.”
“That as to be the best pussy I have fucked in a long while,” I chuckled at her just starting at her pussy.
“Well, you sure know how to use that big dick of yours. God we shouldn’t have done it, but it was worth it,” she grinned putting her panties back on.