My Sister's Not Home, Scene #01

Picture this: Tyler Nixon, lounging on the couch, phone in hand, when suddenly, the doorbell's ring echoes through the house. He opens the door to find none other than his sister's best friend, Elsa Jean, standing there, backpack slung over her shoulder, eyes sparkling with a not-so-hidden crush. But Tyler? He's barely acknowledging her, too cool to look up from his phone. Elsa, however, is undeterred, her enthusiasm bubbling over as she talks about how great it is to see him, how she can't wait for the next slumber party, how she loves his cologne. Tyler, though? He's the master of monosyllabic responses, barely giving her the time of day. But wait, why is Elsa suddenly looking past Tyler, into the house? "Um.. is Steph around?" she asks, her voice laced with hope. Tyler, ever the bearer of bad news, informs her that Steph's out of town. Elsa's face falls. Steph was supposed to help her with her homework today! "Oh no!" she exclaims, her distress palpable. "But my certification is on Monday! Who else am I going to find to help me practice on such short notice?" Tyler, leaning against the doorframe, can't help but feel a twinge of sympathy at Elsa's genuine upset. "What's this even for, anyways?" he asks, curiosity piqued. Elsa explains she's been taking a physiotherapy class for extra credit, and she's supposed to practice some massage techniques. Tyler, ever the opportunist, sees a chance for a free massage and offers to help. Elsa, elated, thanks him profusely. He steps aside, letting her in. The stage is set, and the performance is about to begin. The scene shifts to a luxurious bathroom, where Elsa is inflating a rubber mattress, her backpack's contents scattered around her. Tyler, leaning against the doorway, watches with mild interest. "Why the tiled floor?" he asks, eyebrow raised. "And what's all this equipment for? I thought this was just a standard massage." Elsa, blushing slightly, explains that she's been struggling with a technique called NURU massage. It involves a lot of body-to-body contact, she says, her voice dropping to a shy whisper. She mentions a special NURU gel, suggesting they strip down to their underwear to avoid ruining their clothes. Tyler, though skeptical, agrees. After all, he's already said yes. Elsa, catching his hesitation, mentions she should probably take off her clothes too, just in case. Fast forward, and they're both in their underwear, Elsa consulting her notebook, leading Tyler through the NURU massage experience. It starts off innocent, nonsexual, just some light gel application and basic rubbing. But as they progress, things start to heat up. The underwear, once a barrier, now becomes a hindrance, chafing as they rub against each other. Tyler, brows furrowed, asks if she's sure she's doing it right. Elsa, flustered, consults her notes and realizes her mistake. They're supposed to be naked at this point! Tyler, understandably, is unsure. What kind of sketchy massage technique is this? Elsa, pouting, explains that her course mentioned helping clients feel comfortable disrobing, but she didn't realize any of the massages required it. She supposes that's why the certification course was only for students 18 and up. She should have read the instructions more carefully, she admits, but if Tyler is uncomfortable, she won't ask him to go any further. Tyler, caught in a dilemma, deliberates. They've come this far, would it be a waste to stop now? The air is thick with anticipation as Tyler makes his decision. They both disrobe fully, the massage continuing, their bodies slick with gel, sliding against each other. The sensual nature of the body-to-body massage is undeniable, and despite himself, Tyler finds himself getting hard. When Elsa asks him to turn onto his back, there's no hiding his arousal. Elsa, blushing, tries to ignore it, but Tyler stops her. He can't ignore it, he admits, his voice gruff with desire. Maybe he could take care of it himself, he suggests, but Elsa, her eyes meeting his, offers to help. Tyler, caught off guard, hesitates. She's his sister's best friend, after all. But Elsa, her hand reaching out, rubs his dick teasingly. Tyler, wincing with pent up lust, gives in. As long as his sister never finds out about this, then what the hell... Their performance reaches its climax, the tension between them exploding in a flurry of touch and sensation. The bathroom, once a stage for their awkward dance, now becomes the backdrop to their shared desire. The massage, long forgotten, is replaced by something more primal, more urgent. Their bodies, slick with gel and sweat, move in sync, their breaths mingling, their moans echoing off the tiled walls. In the end, they're both left panting, their bodies entwined, the remnants of their desire smeared across their skin. The bathroom, once sterile and clean, now bears witness to their tryst, the air thick with the scent of sex and NURU gel. Elsa, her cheeks flushed, her eyes sparkling, looks at Tyler, a small smile playing on her lips. Tyler, his heart still pounding, can't help but smile back. And so, the performance ends, the curtain falls, but the memory of their dance lingers. A dance that started with a simple massage, a dance that neither of them will ever forget. A dance that begs the question, what will happen the next time Elsa comes knocking? Will Tyler open the door to more than just a friendly face? Only time will tell, but one thing's for sure, their performance has only just begun. Stay tuned for the next act, the next dance, the next tantalizing tale of Tyler and Elsa. Because in the world of desire and seduction, the show must always go on.