Strip yourself
From Create Your Own Story
You lick your lips as Heather stands before you with nothing more then panties keeping her from being completely naked in front 9 year old brother. Giving a smile you pull your shirt out from being tucked into your jean shorts, “Fair is fair, huh sis?” You tell her as you pull the shirt up over you head before starting to work loose the button holding your shorts up.
“Timmy! What are you doing?” Heather strains as you open and unzip your shorts and hook you thumbs into the sides of them. Any other verbal objections are muted when you force your shorts and boxers down at the same time, releasing your cock only to let the slab of meat you have been blessed with to bounce back and slap your stomach on its way to sticking straight out at her. “Holy shit! Timmy.., when the hell did you grow that?” She asks never taking her eyes off your cock.
You smile at her innocently, “Every time I look at you.” You tell her evenly. Heather stares for a moment longer as a smile spread across her beautiful face. Then she rushes over to you and grabs you by the arm and pulls you over to her bed. Luckily you are able to work your feet free of shorts and boxers before she is able to get you moving.
“Here.., sit here.” Heather beams with a giggle, letting you sit on the corner of the bed as she rushes into her walk-in closet. Moments later she emerges wearing a skimpy bikini you assume is meant for tomorrow’s weekend excursion. “What do you think little brother? Mom bought it for me.” Heather announces as she does a sexy turn so you can see just how well it looks on her.
“You look good in anything sissy.” You whisper to her, a shy smile on your face, “…or nothing at all.”
Your big sister grins at your statement, pleased by your honesty. Heather takes a step towards you and the cock that is erect and pointing straight at her. “Now there is an idea. So tell me Timmy, are you just a peeping tom or are you more a hands-on kind of pervert?”
You respond by saying:
