The air in my room was thick with tension and the cheap cologne of Rick, my mom's new piece. He leaned against my dresser, a greasy smirk on his face. "Look, kid," he said, his eyes glinting. "Your sister, Chloe... that tight little body of hers has been driving me fucking crazy since I moved in."

I stayed silent, my dick already stirring in my jeans at the mere mention of my sister's name.

"I wanna get in those pants," Rick continued, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "Bad. I can make it worth your while. You get to watch the whole show. Every second. You just gotta make sure Chloe's... receptive. Whisper in her ear about how good I'd make her feel. And keep your mom the fuck out of the loop."

The proposition was filthy, wrong, and it made my cock throb against my zipper. The idea of seeing Chloe, with her perfect C-cup tits and that fat ass she always showed off in yoga pants, getting railed by this older dude... "I want to clean it," I heard myself say, my voice hoarse. "After. When you're done filling her up. I get to lick your cum out of her pussy."

Rick's smirk widened. "Deal."

Two nights later, the plan was in motion. Mom was working a double. I'd spent the day hyping Rick up to Chloe, talking about how "experienced" he was, how he knew how to treat a woman. She was giggly, flirty, and by 9 PM, they were on the living room couch, a bottle of wine