Walking down to the lounge room, my brother brought home a girl that was clearly into him. She would flirt with him, He would reject her advances. I couldn't help but giggle at the sight.

My brother went for a bathroom break so I approached her, walking to the counter she was standing by; I grabbed her by the hips.

"He's not your type, sweetheart. He doesn't like girls, but I do. Why don't you be mine instead?"

I spoke into her ear, aiming for a flustered reaction.