Family Ties/Jessica Heather anything aggressive continue
From Create Your Own Story
Your older sister raises an eyebrow before looking you up and down again. She steps toward you again with even greater intensity and focus slicing into even more of your shirt. Why couldn't you just let it be?
Heather cuts out a vertical strip from under your arm up to your sleeve. This allows your entire arm to rest against your bare side, turning that part of your shirt into more of a free-flowing bib than a top. Almost any movement would allow people a glimpse of your chest on that side. But apparently your shirt is also too long. Heather cuts another horizontal strip off the ever-decreasing bottom, bringing the "hem" to above the bottom of your rib cage.
Staring at you evilly, Heather drops down to her knees. She runs a meandering finger down your neck, across your chopped up top, and over your bare stomach.
"I just want to let you know Jess..." she starts, slipping her fingers into your panties. "...that you brought this on yourself."
With a sharp jerk Heather yanks out your wedgie, lowering your panties to the floor and forcing you to step out of them. Your immediately cup your surprisingly hot privates as Heather sits down on her bed with your panties. It feels good to no longer have a wedgie, but part of you wishes the fabric was still between your lips. You rub yourself soothingly - and not - while you watch Heather.
For once Heather seems to be cutting more carefully. That's a relief. But less so when you realize what she's cutting. Her scissors trace their way along the inside of the crotch, removing any fabric that might be able to cover your vagina. Then, as if trying to top that, Heather cuts through the bum in the back, removing a large portion for each cheek.
Standing with a smile, Heather hands your panties back to you.
"Put them on! I hope you like them!"
With a gulp, you slowly stick your legs into the former underpants, afraid that one wrong move could rip them in two. Pulling them up against you it's frightening how little material is left. The elastic leg holes are the closest thing left of your crotch, each resting on either side of your slit. The strip of fabric running up your backside does little to cover your crack, hanging away from your small butt.
"Tsk, tsk, sissy. You're not wearing them right!"
Heather yanks up on either side of your waistband, instantly plunging the strip behind you up between your cheeks and pulling the elastic around your crotch against your lips, accentuating your hairless privates between remnants of green fabric.
