Robert opened the door with an impatient snarl, "What do you..." his voice trailed off as he very obviously stared deep into Amandas cleavage. "Um," he began to look up but Amanda put her hand firmly in his chest and pushed him back.

"What's your problem, creep?" She sneered. Robert staggered back and Amanda had to keep from looking surprised, she hadn't thought she'd pushed him that hard.

"Hey," Robert protested as the sister he didn't recognize barged in and closed the front door behind her. "What do you think you're doing?"

"Oh please, don't tell me a tough guy like you got pushed that easily by a girl." Amanda dragged out the last word into a singsong and smirked at Robert. He swallowed and seemed to notice her arms for the first time. Amanda studied her fingernails for a second, the pose was really an excuse to make her biceps more noticable. Then she looked around like she hadn't been in the house before. "Where's Amanda?"

"Upstairs I think I..."

"I'll go find her later then," Amanda pointedly interupted him again and shoved past him. "Is this your kitchen?" Without waiting for an answer she went to the fridge and opened it. She started to reach for the milk but changed her mind in mid reach, instead bending over to grab a beer from the bottom shelf, in the process showcasing her stunning leather clad ass. She knew Robert was right behind her and she turned around, already cracking the beer open and drinking. She had to try hard not to laugh, his mouth was hanging slightly open.

He shook his head and visibly made an effort to regain his focus. "Hey, you can't just..." he lost his focus again as Amanda crossed her arms under her breasts, forcing them further up and out, his eyes were drawn to the cleavage like a magnet.

"I can't what?" Amanda smirked, her teeth a gleaming white contrast to her dark red lipstick. "I can do whatever I want little man. And you can't stop me. In fact I bet you don't even WANT to stop me."

She finished draining the beer then easily crushed it in her hand while Robert sputtered and tried to make a coherent sentence. As the muscles of her arm bulged with the action the studded writband popped open and fell to the ground, apparently it was a bit too small for her muscular forearms. "Oops," she giggled and threw the ball of aluminum at Robert to catch. He fumbled it badly, obviously watching her arm more than then incoming projectile.

Amanda was pondering what she could do next to confuse and torture her douche of a brother when a voice called out from the living room. "Robert? What are you doing? Who was it?"

It was the voice of...