Dan pushed open the bathroom door, wincing as it creaked softly. He glanced towards the shower, a small smirk playing on his lips as he saw his sister still lathering herself under the streaming water.
His eyes flicked to the towel rack, and he spotted the fluffy white towel that belonged to her. He licked his lips, his mind already conjuring up mischievous plans. With a quick glance back at the shower, he carefully lifted the towel, holding his breath as he tried not to make a sound.
With the towel in his grasp, he slipped out of the bathroom, feeling a thrill of victory as he held his sister's towel hostage. He had barely taken a few steps down the hallway when he heard the shower door slam open.
"Hey, perv!" his sister yelled, her voice echoing through the hallway. "Give me back my towel!"
Dan chuckled, holding the towel just out of reach as he sprinted down the hallway. His sister's footsteps pounded behind him, and he could hear her cursing as she tried to catch up.
But Dan was too quick for her. He darted into his bedroom, slamming the door shut just as his sister reached for the towel. He leaned against the door, panting slightly as he heard his sister's frustrated groans on the other side.
"Come on, Dan," his sister called out, her voice muffled by the door. "Just give me my towel back."
Dan grinned, feeling a surge of power as he kept the towel just out of reach. "Nope," he called back. "You'll have to come and get it."
He heard his sister's footsteps as she paced back and forth in front of the door. He could imagine the look on her face, the frustration and anger mixed with a hint of amusement.
Finally, he heard her sigh. "Fine," she called out. "I give up."
Dan waited a few seconds, making sure his sister wasn't trying to trick him. When he heard nothing, he slowly opened the door, peering out into the hallway.
His sister was standing there, completely naked, her arms crossed over her chest. Dan couldn't help but stare at her curves, taking in the sight of her bare skin.
His sister rolled her eyes, noticing the way he was looking at her. "Like what you see, little brother?" she asked, a teasing note in her voice.
Dan blushed, trying to play it cool. "N-no," he stammered. "I was just... looking for the towel."
His sister laughed, her eyes flicking down to the growing bulge in his pants. "Looks like someone's excited," she said, a wicked grin on her face.
Dan tried to deny it, but his sister walked over to him, grabbing his dick through his pants. She gave it a quick kiss, her lips warm and soft against his skin.
"Sorry, little guy," she said, pulling away. "You're just not my type."
Dan stood there, stunned, as his sister turned and walked back towards the bathroom. He could feel his face burning, his heart racing in his chest.
He glanced down at his pants, noticing the wet spot where his sister had kissed him. He couldn't believe what had just happened.
But as he watched his sister's naked form disappear into the bathroom, he couldn't help but feel a thrill of excitement. He had never felt this alive, this turned on.
And as he adjusted his pants, he couldn't help but wonder what other mischief he could get into with his sister.
End of Chapter One.
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