After a while, Angela asked Shawn to lay down on his back. She then made him raise one leg straight up towards the ceiling. "Hold this position while I help you stretch."
Kneeling beside him, Angela placed one hand on his thigh and the other on his calf, gently pushing his leg closer to his chest.
"Unghh... Hey, sis, slow down. This is a bit too much," Shawn grunted as he felt the strain in his hamstring.
"Stop complaining. You need to push yourself if you want to see results." Angela continued to apply pressure, ignoring his protests.
Shawn's leg was now nearly touching his chest, the muscles screaming in protest. He gritted his teeth, refusing to show any sign of weakness in front of his sister.
Angela then switched to his other leg, repeating the same process. This time, she leaned forward more, her breasts pressing against his outstretched leg. The soft flesh spilled over the top of her sports bra, creating a tantalizing sight that Shawn couldn't ignore.
"How does that feel?" Angela asked, looking up at him with a triumphant glint in her eyes.
"It's painful, but..." Shawn trailed off, distracted by the view of her soft curves pressing against him. "But it's also... kind of nice."
"Kind of nice?" Angela raised an eyebrow, not expecting that response. "I didn't know you enjoyed pain so much."
Before Shawn could respond, Angela suddenly realized what he was actually referring to. She glanced down and saw that her breasts were indeed pressing against his leg, with their softness almost enveloping it.
"You perv! Stop being inappropriate during stretching," she scolded him, though she didn't move away. In fact, she pressed her chest a little more firmly against him.
"Hey, I can't help where your body parts end up. Besides, I'm just being honest." Shawn shot back with a smirk.
"Honest? No, you're being a horndog, little brother." Angela rolled her eyes at him and pushed his leg further towards his chest, making Shawn cry out.
"Ah! Okay, okay, I'm sorry! I'll be good."
"Too late for that now. You need to learn your lesson." Angela kept him in that position for another ten seconds before finally releasing his leg. "Now, get up and help me stretch. It's your turn."
Shawn got up from the floor, rubbing the back of his thigh. It was throbbing from the intense stretch, along with some other parts that were throbbing as well.
Yet, despite the discomfort, seeing his sister lying on the floor waiting for him to help her stretch was an opportunity he couldn't pass up. Not when her toned body was on full display for him to appreciate.
'Am I pushing my luck here? ' Shawn thought as he knelt beside her. 'I never ogled Angela like this before. Or thought about her... like this. But after what happened with Mom, seeing Angela in revealing clothing is hitting different.'
Shawn couldn't deny it. Yesterday, before he fucked his mother, he wouldn't have thought of Angela in a sexual way at all. But now? Now, he was seeing her in a new light. He was noticing details he'd never paid attention to before.
The way her sports bra hugged her curves, leaving little to the imagination. The way her shorts barely covered her lower assets. The way her long, toned legs seemed to go on forever. Everything about her screamed sex appeal, and Shawn found it hard to look away.
As if he wanted to taste this forbidden fruit too.
The one that was called his sister.
So he did what any horny teenager would do. Letting his desires take over, he took her left leg and pushed it towards her chest, just as she had done with him.
But instead of keeping a respectful distance, he leaned over her, letting his chest brush against her thigh.
Unlike his stiffer muscles, Angela's leg bent easily, her flexibility allowing for a much deeper stretch. But as Shawn leaned over her, their positions became increasingly intimate.
His crotch was now hovering directly above her groin area, separated only by the thin fabric of their shorts. And with Shawn leaning on her outstretched leg, Angela found herself pinned in place beneath him.
Their faces were inches apart, and Shawn could see the fine details of her features: the small mole near her left eye, the slight flush on her cheeks from their run, and the way her lips parted slightly as she breathed.
For a moment, neither of them moved. They just stared at each other, eyes locked in an unexpected and unspoken connection. The air in the room felt charged with a new kind of energy, different from their usual sibling banter.
Then Shawn broke the silence. "How's that? Too much?"
Angela didn't answer right away. Her breathing had changed, becoming shallower and faster. Yet she didn't push him away or tell him to stop. Instead, she placed her hands on his shoulders, her fingers digging into his muscles.
"It's... fine," she finally managed to say, her eyes curving into crescent moons. "I'm more flexible than you. Remember?"
Then Shawn switched to her other leg, repeating the same process. This time, he positioned himself more directly over her, letting his weight press down on her more firmly.
Their hips were now aligned, and Angela could feel the unmistakable bulge in his shorts pressing against her core. Her eyes widened at the contact, but she still didn't protest.
"You're getting heavy, little brother." Angela's hands slid from his shoulders down to his biceps, squeezing them lightly. "Are you done stretching me yet?"
"Not quite. Hold still." Shawn pushed his hips forward slightly, grinding against her through the thin fabric of their shorts. The friction sent a jolt through both of them.
Angela bit her lower lip, her body responding to the subtle pressure. She didn't know whether to protest or continue. Something about this was crossing a line, but somehow she couldn't bring herself to stop.
Maybe it was the thrill of the forbidden.
Maybe it was the fact that he was her brother.
Or maybe she just wanted to know how far he would go.
"Is this part of the stretching routine too?" Angela's question came out breathier than she intended. One of her hands left his arm and moved to his chest, palm flat against him. "Because I never knew about it."
"Just experimenting with a new technique." Shawn's voice was low as he leaned closer to her neck. He could smell the sweat drying on her skin, mixed with something floral from her body wash. "What do you think? Does it work?"
"It depends on what you're trying to achieve. If it's to make your sister uncomfortable, then yes, it's working perfectly."
"Then maybe I should stop."
Yet instead of stopping, Shawn did the opposite. He pressed down harder, the bulge in his shorts now unmistakably thick and hard, as if ready to break free from its confines. He also nibbled on her earlobe, pulling the soft flesh between his teeth.
"Shawn..." Angela whispered, her body arching slightly. "What are you doing?"
"Trying a new technique, remember?" Shawn mumbled against her neck as he kissed and licked the sensitive skin there. "If you want me to stop, just say the word."