It began when Danae noticed Ben’s eyes lingering on her ass. She’d smiled at him, and when he realized, he’d gone flush with embarrassment. This just made her giggle. which got her best friend Tracy’s attention.
Laying next to her, Tracy gave her a confused look, but just for a moment. Realization made a look of disgust sweep across her features. “Gross, eww, what the fuck, Danae?”
“What?” said Danae, “He’s your brother, not mine.”
“No, eww, no,” Tracy started, “You’re not allowed to flirt with him.”
“We weren’t–” Ben stammered, embarrassment growing, “I wasn’t–”
Danae was enjoying the sibling awkwardness. Big Ben Bernowski, school basketball star, confidence thwarted by his little sister’s friend? Lying prone on Tracy’s bed in front of the TV, Danae knew her ass would be on display to anyone walking past the room, but she hadn’t expected Ben to be ashamed of looking.
“I saw you peeking,” Danae said, “So either we were flirting, or you’re a creep. Are you a creep, Ben?”
“Danae, get over it, yes my brother’s a creep. Ben, go creep somewhere else. Leave us alone or I’ll tell Mom.”