His attention was turned away from his computer as he heard the voices of his older Sister and her boyfriend walk up the stairs and down the hallway. Megan was two years his senior at 18, and was quite shapely. She had their mother's figure, and their father's Korean facial features and straight black hair, which she kept long, and down to her mid-back. She stood about 5'6'', and was quite curvy, with a plump, firm ass, toned stomach, and firm D-cup breasts.
Her boyfriend Mark was something else. He was apparently some Soccer big shot at her college, and had the toned body for it, but where his body made up for in looks, what with his shaggy blond hair and blue eyes, firm muscles... he was lacking in a moderate amount of brain power. So, Mark came over to be tutored by Megan, but Eric knew their tutoring sessions held a significant amount more tutoring in biology, specifically, their own biology. He couldn't count the number of times he would have to turn the volume up on his TV because his sister's moans and groans bled through the thin walls separating their rooms. They were at least quiet enough to keep the bed-rocking to a minimum.
"Oh, little brother..." Megan called out in her singsong voice. Eric cringed, and clenched his good hand into a fist. He hated when Megan called him that.
"What?!" He asked, agitated.
"Don't get your panties in a wad, man..." Mark piped in. Eric spun around in in his chair and glared daggers at the man. He knew that he could easily break the man, but knew that he would get in bigger trouble than it would be worth.
"Settle down, little brother...Mom just wants you to take the trash out. And she asked when you were going to mow the yard..." Megan spoke, relaying the message. Eric held up his wrapped hand pointedly. Megan shrugged and walked into her room. Mark stayed behind. "What did you do to your hand, man?" He asked.
"I broke it punching a kid who asked stupid questions..." He threatened. Mark laughed...
"Looks like you missed..." He turned and followed Megan into her room and closed the door.
Fuming, Eric stood up and slammed his bedroom door shut. Then sat back down at his computer, typing in a name.
