Dried by Daryl

"Just get out of here, you perv!" Lauren gasped, trying to hide under the unfortunately clear water.

Daryl just ignored her. He walked up and leaned over, putting his big hands under her armpits and making Lauren thrash and squeal. Then, as though she only weighed a few pounds, he hoisted her from the tub, placing her standing before him. Lauren, dripping wet, shivering and bare feet sliding, cowered before him, cupping her body in shame. Daryl reached over and grabbed a towel. Lauren yelped as he plopped it on her head and began roughly drying her hair, shaking her head about as he did. Then he brought the towel down, rubbing her collar and shoulders. Lauren clutched her chest as he ran the towel over it, but still could feel his grubby fingers through the towel caressing her little mounds. She could tell he was just groping her through the towel rather than actually trying to dry the water off. It was a flimsy excuse to touch her, and she was helpless to stop it!

Lauren shivered as she brought the towel lower, aggressively rubbing her stomach and causing a totally humiliating amount of jiggling. Then Daryl brought it lower, trying to dry her crotch, but Lauren kept her hand clutching it as tightly as she could, not about to let her pervy stepbrother touch her down there! He dried her hips, but could not get at her womanhood.

Lauren smirked at Daryl, having won the most pitiful minor victory, but a victory none the less. Unfortunately, Daryl was not so easily deterred...