Downfall/Insist she puts on underwear
From Create Your Own Story
"Come on, don't be silly," you say. "You can wash your underwear afterwards, it'll be dry in no time."
"You mean you can wash it afterwards."
"Of course me. Now will you... please?"
Kirsten goes to the main room. You roll your eyes when she returns. She is wearing a completely sheer string.
"You've got to be kidding me," you say. Kirsten only grins and holds her hands above her shoulders.
You sigh. "All right, let's get this over with..
Kirsten sits down on the edge of the tub, legs to the outside. You shake your head. "If we do it like that, I'll have to clean the mess afterwards. No way, Jose. Sit on the end."
"You seem to mix who's to be in charge," Kirsten mocks you, but she swings her legs inside and sits down at the end of the tub. You grab the shower head and turn the water on. When the temperature is right, you wet Kirsten's legs.
"Don't put it on both legs right away," Kirsten says. "It'll dry out before you get to the other side. And -"
"Yeah, yeah," you interrupt her. Of course, you do just that in defiance of her. You start to shave her right leg, but as soon as you reach her thigh, you realize that there isn't enough space in a tub for her legs and you. You butt repeatedly against her other leg, leaving stains on your arms, then your shirt and, to your annoyance, on your shorts.
"Crap!" you say when you notice it. The most reasonable course of action would be to wash the shaving cream of and reapply it when you finish her right leg, but you won't admit defeat. You make her spread her legs a bit more to gain access to her inner thigh. The available space is confined, though, and inevitably the back of your hand brushes against her pussy.
"Oops, I am sorry."
"Don't worry, Debs."
You tend to the other leg. It takes considerably more time because the shaving cream is too dry. Finally, without any more incidents, you are finished. You wash the remains of shaving cream off Kirsten's limbs. You inspect your clothes for stains.
"You've got that shit all over you," you hear Kirsten say. "Better wash it out right now."
You get out of the tub and remove shorts and shirt. which you wash in the sink. In the mirror above, Kirsten drops the res of her clothes and steps in the shower. She is taller than you, with long legs and larger breasts. She notices your view.
"While you are at it, wash mine, too, Debs," she says. Yeah, what a surprise. You finish the laundry while Kirsten finishes up and goes back to the main room.
After your own refreshing shower, you take the clothes outside to dry. The temperatures are still high; the clothes will be dry by tomorrow morning. You get back inside. Kirsten lies stretched out on the bed on her stomach, reading a travel guide.
"Are we done?" you ask.
"Yes, unless you mind me sleeping in the nude. Then you have to get me underwear."
You opt for underwear again, and, while you are at it, get a tank top and boyshorts for yourself, then let yourself fall on the bed. Phew. Kirsten let you off the hook easily for today. "I want a re-bet tomorrow."
Kirsten looks up from her book. "Sure; I will appreciate the opportunity to enslave you for another day."
"Tchh. I'll crush you, measly earthling. What are you looking at?"
"A few places we might go to tomorrow. Unless mom has something else in mind."
"We?"
"Of course. How would I make best use of your service if you aren't around?"
You slip under the light summer blanket and let Kirsten drone on. The journey was tiresome, and soon you drift to sleep.
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| State of Clothing | Tank top; Boyshorts |
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| Surroundings | Share room with Kirsten | |
