Give her a Titty Twister

Just as you're about to grab her panties, another idea forms in your mind, one that is much riskier but will act as a definitive test as to just how far you can push the limits in this world. At the very least, you think you should see where the line is behind closed doors.

Before Caitlyn can even start to bend for her downed sweats, you launch your body back up, making her flinch back against the counter. Taking that as an opportunity, your hands grip yet more fabric, this time the soft material of her pyjama shirt.

Caitlyn's eyes grow wide, perhaps knowing what's about to happen. "John, don't-" You immediately cut her off, yanking the hem of her shirt up out of her panties and over her head, pulling the shirt halfway off to expose her torso while trapping her arms and head.

Your eyes are drawn to her chest, now laid bare for your view. Clearly, Caitlyn slept braless, and now her small but perky breasts were on display, her pink nipples growing hard from the sudden coldness brought on by the lack of coverage. Your sisters muffled protests did nothing to disuade your staring.

After getting your eyeful, you skillfully tie the bottom of Caitlyn's shirt over her head, leaving her trapped and defenseless and blind, with her sweats around her ankles stopping any attempt at escape. She was truly the perfect victim for you now. And how could you resist tormenting her now?

With a grin that borders on sadistic, you reach out with both hands, pinching both of her nipples between your thumbs and forefingers. You hear Caitlyn gasp, a plea or demand no doubt on the cusp of passing her covered lips. But you act faster, pinching hard and twisting harder, gazing at her tits as they're turned in opposite directions.

Caitlyn squeals in pain as her sensitive nipples are ruthlessly turned by your hand, the flesh of her breasts creasing and folding in the direction of the twist. With manic glee, you pull and twist with almost lustful abandon, enjoying your sister's cries of pain and squeals of discomfort.

After a few minutes, you let her go, watching as blood flowed into her exposed bossom, the areas around her areolas getting tinged a nice pink. At the same time, you consider your options. You could stay here and torment your sister further; if she didn't fight back against that, then you figured you could do anything.

You could also travel over to the campus and see what's happening over there. The idea of sending a teacher up the flagpole in just her undies has always made you shiver, but you're also drawn by the thought of spanking the up-and-coming track star in front of her team. Really, the possibilities are endless.

And then there was this "bully watch" Caitlyn had mentioned. If your mom was a part of it, you'd no doubt come across them sooner or later. Making a MILF wedgiepede would be the achievement of a lifetime, and would definitely stop any would-be interference in its tracks.

You could also just explore this world and see just how much control over it you had. While being immune to consequences seemed fun enough, you had a feeling you weren't quite tapping into yourself to the fullest. Just how much power do you hold in this new world?