Scottie blinked, shaking his spell as he turned to look at his sister. She seemed to hold his attention, sitting with patience, love, and radiating sexuality. Her hair wasn't perfectly styled, just messy enough. Her makeup was light, accentuating her lips and eyes, though Scottie admitted it was unnecessary. Her shorts were just tight enough to define the curves of her hips, thighs, and ass, while her shirt hung so loose, it lured one's eyes to her flesh hidden beneath.

"I... I need a moment," he stammered and bolted to the bathroom praying to all the gods she couldn't see the bulge in his pants.

At the sink, Scottie reached...