Best Nudes… Ever!!

Kerry stood inches away, clutching her phone, its glowing screen casting shadows across her face. He felt his unmistakable arousal press against her thigh, a reckless intrusion he ignored. His eyes were locked on the photos—her photos. This woman was breathtaking, a vision that consumed his fantasies, again and again. He just wanted to stare, stare, stare, and wank, wank, wank… to all of her photos.

"Quit fucking jabbing that damn thing into my leg! What, you trying to drill a bloody hole through me or what?" Kerry snapped.

She was in loungewear—made of very thin material, Bishop knew. If he were wearing similar loungewear, his dick would've ripped a hole through it by now. So, it was a good job she'd pantsed him as a safety precaution.

He said, "I didn't even know it was possible to get hard with you standing there…" His gaze dropped to his erection, jutting upward like the Eiffel Tower—a shameful monument to his spiralling self-control.

Kerry was about to punch him again for the slight insult, but he went on before she could react.

"But that picture…" His eyes burnt with fixation, locked on the phone's glowing screen. "I've never seen a woman so fucking perfect. Her body… those curves, so tight, so lush… and her tits, god, those perfect, perky tits… I want to worship them. I want to shoot my load all over them, caress every inch of her, and kiss her until she's breathless. I'd drench her gorgeous face, lick her sweet ass… hell, I'd even kiss her feet and bark like a damn dog if she asked me to."

Bishop stood there with his dick twitching like crazy, fully exposed. When you were this horny, there was no such thing as shame—just a desperate need to shoot your load and fuck. He didn't bother to cover up. He knew that if he so much as touched it, he'd blow—like a volcano ready to erupt… or a zit so full of pus it was begging to burst.

"I could... hit you in the balls and make you lose that boner... or you could admit I won this challenge, and then you can see the rest of them," Kerry said.

She showed him another picture of the mystery girl—her hair a messy cascade of wild waves, each strand effortlessly falling to frame her face in a way that screamed natural, untamed sexiness. Her body was a sculpted work of art, every curve on display, with her plump, round butt perfectly accentuated as she arched her back against the chair. Her eyes, deep and smouldering, practically oozed seduction, daring him to look longer, to want more.

He needed these photos… He felt his dick do a windmill spin from excitement.

She snapped her phone away, and then Bishop felt like a dog that had just had a steak snatched out of his mouth or like fan service in an anime, where you only see the naked back of the girl... pure disappointment... but okay if you have a back fetish or wet hair fetish... I suppose…. Some people jack off to anything these days, like mechs, trains, and even web novels.

Collapsing to his knees, his body shook with sobs as tears streamed down his face. His voice was barely a whisper, thick with grief, "My... my waifu!!"

Kerry stood over him, her gaze cold and unwavering, her tone sharp as she spat, "This is not a waifu... this is a real person!! You fool... not one of those stupid, fabricated anime fantasies. Have respect for this naked lady…"

His chest heaved with uncontrollable sobs as his hands trembled, reaching for the phone. But Kerry swiftly yanked it away, giving him a disapproving look as he knelt down. He sat there, his pants and boxers around his ankles, an erection sticking up, tears streaming from his red eyes.

"For fuck's sake, you're a grown-ass adult! You really think crying's gonna get you what you want at this point? Like it used to when you were a little kid?"

He muttered, "You got what you wanted when you had sex with Chad… he... fulfilled you... and all that."

She nodded, her expression almost smug. "Well, that's somewhat true… I never said you couldn't see the nude photos of that girl again. I just want you to admit that I fucking won this challenge, and my nudes are the best. They're way better than any of your K-pop idols, anime girls, or internet girlfriends, or whatever trash you're into. All you have to do is confess... and I'll send the photos to the cloud. Then, I'll leave you to... do your dirty thing with them... you're clearly sexually frustrated."

Without even thinking, he was already screaming it—over and over and over again:

"KERRY HAS THE BEST NUDES!! KERRY HAS THE BEST NUDES!! KERRY HAS THE BEST NUDE!!! MY SISTER HAS THE BEST NUDES!! MY SISTER HAS THE BEST NUDES!! MY SISTER HAS THE BEST NUDES!!!"

She flashed a victorious smile and grinned triumphantly, saying,

"Yes, I do have the best nudes...

And I did win this challenge.

To prove I'm a good sister,

I'll send the photos to you.

and leave you alone in your room...

So you can have a nice little wank to them…"

"YES!! YES!! THANK YOU, SISTER!!"

"Okay. Sent. To our shared cloud... all of them.

And for being such a good sister, there's a tiny favour I'll need from you in a few days. And to prove you're a good brother, you'll say yes. No questions asked."

He checked his phone and lit up instantly.

The photos had arrived—right in their shared cloud.

He gasped, eyes wide, voice trembling with joy:

"I GOT THEM!! YOU'RE THE BEST SISTER EVER!!

YOU NEED A FAVOUR IN A FEW DAYS? NO PROBLEM..."

It's probably just homework or whatever, he thought. She wants a smart guy like me to help her with it.

Kerry turned to leave. "Okay, I'll leave you to it... have a nice wank to her."

Bishop grinned. "Oh, don't worry, Sister—I defo will."

"And please... don't clog the toilet with all your tissues."

He laughed.

Kerry started to walk out.

Bishop was already reaching for the oils, candles at the ready—fully prepped.

Then, just as she reached the door, Kerry turned her head with a sly grin.

"Oh, by the way... that girl…"

Bishop raised an eyebrow, looking at his sister with growing curiosity.

She continued, "That girl you're about to jack off to... she doesn't really have a name.

But you know her.

You really, really know her.

You know her as… Chad.

These pictures? They're of fucking Chad.

They're the nude photos you took of him… just with a cheeky little gender swap filter.

You know, that gender-swap app everyone's been obsessed with lately.

Upload a photo, and it spits out what the person would look like as a woman… or vice versa. Adds tits and everything.

Crazy how far tech's come in just a few years, huh?"

Bishop stared at the photos of the girl Kerry had sent to their shared cloud. Only now did he realise—she was standing in his bedroom, surrounded by all his anime tats and clutter, with his infamous T-Rex dinosaur toy in full view.

As she took one more look at Bishop, who was on his bed, with a puzzled expression and a throbbing boner, surrounded by candles and oils and a box of tissues, she said, "Have fun jerking off to your best friend, you dweeb!" She spat, slamming the door shut with a wicked laugh.