You find yourself at Jake's house alone with Elliot as Jake went to the market to buy some snacks for his afternoon of games with you.

There you sit on the couch, waiting for the perfect opportunity to strike. You have to be smart about this, have to catch the boy at the right moment.

And then, like a gift from the gods of retribution, you see your chance.

Elliot saunters into the living room, the fabric of his tight booty shorts stretching across the swell of his perfect ass. His white tank top clings to his chest, leaving little to the imagination. The scent of citrus body wash lingers in the air as he approaches.

Elliot shoots a flirty smile your way, his emerald eyes sparkling with mischief against his tanned skin. The afternoon sunlight streaming through the window catches in his dark hair, creating a halo effect around his playful expression.

"Hey, hot stuff," Elliot purrs, biting his plump lower lip between his teeth. His voice is smooth, like honey, with just a hint of teasing. "Did you come to hang out with my brother again?"

He takes another step closer, his confidence growing with each movement. You can hear the soft sound of his bare feet against the hardwood floor.

"Where's he anyway?" Elliot asks as he sits down on the couch next to you, his thigh pressing lightly against yours. His hand comes to rest on your chest, fingers brushing playfully against your shirt—exactly like he's done before, already expecting to be rejected, turned away, or even sent back to his own room by you.