The Devils Finest Trick [JB]

Seven.

Aaron soon came back to the bathroom to see if everything was still alright.

"Yes, thank you for your help." Andrea smiled towards her brother.

"So how'd your little date go?" Andrea laughed lightly at Aaron.

"Well, long story." Aaron sat down across from the two. Justin chuckled softly before leaning back onto Andrea, keeping his arms up on her knees.

"Okay, well how far did you get?" Andrea asked.

"I almost got a hand job." Aaron shrugged.

"Aaron! That's not allowed in my car!" Andrea scolded, hearing Justin groaned because of her volume. Andrea lightly apologized before turning her attention back on Aaron.

"Hey, you have no room to talk. You had sex in the back of mom's old car." Aaron shot back.

"Aaron." Andrea gasped, closing her hands over Justin's ears.

"You had sex in the back of your moms car?" Justin's voice was rough and raspy, so was his laugh when it came out.

"No. I'm a sweet little Virgin. Don't believe me brother." Andrea turned red but Justin couldn't see that.

"Bullshit, Eric's cum is still stained in the seats." Aaron snorted.

"Stop it you two, that was the beginning of Junior year, and he didn't have a condom." Andrea tried to hold her laughter back.

"Oh my god, that's great." Justin continued to giggle.

"Aaron continue with your story." Andrea rolled her eyes, squeezing Justin's shoulder.

"Okay, well we went to this random parking lot and started to make out, and then things got heated, but right as I pulled it out, she screamed and freaked out. So instead, I felt her tits up." Aaron had a shit-eating grin spread across his face.

"That a boy." Justin commented earning a slap from Andrea.

"Aaron, I don't want to hear anymore." Andrea waved him off before standing her and Justin up.

"No more, I'm cutting your penis and hands off." She shook her head, pushing Aaron out.

"What, no!" Aaron giggled before running out of her room.

"What a disgusting little shit he is for trying to do shit in my car." Andrea laughed.

"Hey, you had sex in your moms car." Justin burst into another giggle fit.

"Shut it." Andrea squinted her eyes, having Justin lean up against the counter of her sink.

"Do you want your water warm or cold?" She asked walking over to the shower.

"Cold Water." Justin said, watching Andrea lean in, turning on the water.

"Stop looking at my legs." She said, knowing Justin all too well.

"What? Not me." Justin shook his head, fighting his smirk.

"Yeah, yeah." Andrea rolled her eyes, making her way back to Justin.

"Alright, everything is in there. Call me if you need anything." She turned to walk out of her bathroom but was caught by her wrist.

"Yes?" She turned back to Justin.

"Can you help me undress?" His voice was quiet; he was embarrassed asking.

Andrea kind of froze and didn't know what to say. She wanted to tell him not to be embarrassed because he was sick but then she wanted to tell him he was pathetic for not doing it by himself.