Freeze Frame

I'm lost in an intense session of Tirek's Revenge when I hear doors opening and closing down the hall. I nearly bite it in-game as I catch a glimpse of Juniper, wrapped in a fluffy white towel, pad from the bathroom to her room. A little bit later, she emerges from her room in an oversized pale lavender T-shirt that hangs down to mid-thigh. She pads barefoot to the kitchen, rummages around a bit, then flops down next to me on the sofa with a handful of fig cookies wrapped in a paper towel. She kicks her heels up on the coffee table, legs crossed, and nibbles on a cookie. "I wanna play too," she says.

"Sure." I take the second controller off the charger at the end of the couch and pass it to her. It takes her a minute to get set up and jump into the game, then one of the computer-controlled characters switches over to her control.

As soon as Juniper starts playing, I become far more interested in watching her than I am in the game. She leans forward, tip of her tongue poking out of the corner of her mouth as she furiously presses buttons, shifting her body this way and that as she tilts her controller and leans into whatever her character on-screen is doing. As she tilts and leans her body, her modest breasts roll and sway gently inside her T-shirt. As she concentrates more and more on the game, she takes her oh-so-sexy bare feet off the table and leans forward, planting her feet on the floor and almost—almost—spreading her thighs apart.

"What are you doing!?" she cries suddenly. I stiffen up; did she catch me staring at her? "You've gotta block! Block! Look out, that one behind you just—!"

On the screen, my character dies. Juniper groans in exasperation. "What the hell, Freeze Frame?!" she cries. "It's like you're not even trying!"

*Idiot!* I snarl to myself. "S-sorry," I stammer. "I, uhh...got lost in thought."

Juniper snorts. "I swear, you can be so weird sometimes," she says.

My character respawns, and I do my best to focus. It isn't easy, especially when Juniper leans left into my peripheral vision, or when she puts her feet back up on the table...

It's not like this is the first time I've ever seen Juniper like this. It's kind of a warm, muggy night—not uncomfortably so, but enough that pajamas aren't the most ideal sleepwear. Still, the sight of my beautiful, sexy sister in nothing but a T-shirt and (I assume) panties is as distracting as it is amazing. After the brief glimpse of her panties earlier this evening, the sight of her barefoot and showing off all the leg...well, it's hard for me to focus on anything except the near-painful bulge in my pants.

A bulge which absolutely nothing is concealing.

We make it to a miniboss, but get so badly creamed we have to use an escape item. Juniper sighs and leans back. "Seriously, you need to get your head in the game," she says grumpily. "You're supposed to be the one leading here—" She glances in my direction to rebuke me. "What's got you so distrac...ted..." Her eyes drop to my lap, and her mouth purses into a tiny, confused 'o'. She blinks twice. "Umm."

I hastily grab a random magazine and drop it in my lap. Smooth.

Juniper's brow creases as she looks at me with narrowed eyes. "Oooooh...kay," she drawls slowly. "Do I even want to know what's got you, umm..." Her cheeks color faintly. "Worked up?"

I fish around lamely for an excuse. Any excuse. She stares at me, scrutinizing, a thin, suspicious frown on her face. I sigh. "Actually? It's you," I admit in a resigned tone.

She blinks. "Me?" She points at herself with a finger, the most adorably confused expression on her face.

"W-well, it's just..." I squirm a bit in my seat, then cough. "You have really sexy legs," I say sheepishly. "A-and...bare feet are kind of one of my big turn-ons."

Juniper colors brilliantly. "R-really?" she stammers, shifting self-consciously, drawing her legs inward a bit defensively. "I mean, you're my brother—"

"That doesn't mean I can't appreciate how cute and sexy my baby sister is," I say, hoping my voice isn't hitching too much as I grin at her in what I hope is a teasing way.

Juniper ducks her gaze, her face flaming. "Umm...thank you?" she says hesitantly. She squirms a bit in her seat. "I, uhh...I think I'm gonna go read for a little while." She stands up, tugging down on the hem of her shirt, and quickly retreats to her room.

I groan and smack myself in the forehead repeatedly with that magazine. Now I've done it. I've weirded her out and put her on the alert. She thinks I'm some kind of creep for sure...

I shut down everything in the living room, head back to my room, and jerk off for a while, thinking about Juniper's amazingly sexy legs.