Mess with her by using the watch

Might as well test out the watch in a relatively safe environment. Even if it didn't work he would at worst draw the ire of his sister. She would forgive him.

But what to do? Walter had come to a crossroad of sorts. He could pull a small prank and lessen the blow if the watch happened not to work. However, he was not so cowardly as to do such a thing. If he was going to pull a small trick then there was no point in wasting a rewind.

Reaching over he gently stroked his sister's hair. Her face scrunched up and she mumbled some annoyed words at a dream person. Through careful manipulation he was able to lay her out across the whole of the seat. Gently, ever so gently, he rolled her over so her face faced the seat. He hesitated for a second as he looked down at his sleeping sister. She was utterly defenseless like this so small and precious. Such an appearance was one that she only dared to expose to her family. On the topic of exposure, Walter intended to make this sleeping beauty even more exposed.

Deft fingers slipped apart the line of buttons that ran from her neckline to her lower back. As the back of her dress loosened and separated, her smooth and unblemished skin slowly came into view. Walter sucked in a breath. His sister truly was a rare gem. Or, given that she was opaque rather than transparent, she was more appropriately a rare piece of white oriental jade. Though unlike jade, his sister was not cold to the touch, Walter mused as he ran a finger up and down his sister's now almost bare back.

He enjoyed the feel of it. The soft skin with the hard and smooth feeling of her shoulder bones below. His finger trailed lower. The bump that he felt as his finger drifted over the back of her light blue brassier. The little ridges of the start of her ribs before they wrapped around towards the front of her body. The squishier sensation as he gently brushed along her waist. The feeling of his finger slipping into her large light blue kickers so he could dig his hand into the small of her back.

He didn't go as far as to remove her kickers though. Instead he just gently slipped her dress the rest of the way off and rolled her onto her back. Her breaths caused her large chest to rise and fall in a continuous and calming series of swells. Walter couldn't help but think that it was truly a blessed sight. His sister, unaware of her utterly scandalous state of dress, was sleeping peacefully. Blissfully unaware of his machinations. With such a close look at her almost-naked body he was made fully aware of how endowed his sister was. In her sleep her large chest seemed to almost strain against her brassier with every breath.

While it was tempting to remove her brassier and free her bountiful breasts, Walter first took the time to investigate the rest of her underwear clad body. Her tummy was just as unblemished as the rest of her and, reaching down, he gently rubbed her soft belly, confirming that she wasn't toned nor fat, but rather pleasantly squishy. Her kickers were large and obscured any view of the secrets between her legs, but they did nothing to hide her long and smooth legs themselves.

Walter sat on the seat that his sister was laid out upon, gingerly pulled her legs onto his lap, and gently ran a hand along them. He relished in the firm muscle in her thighs and calves to the harder feeling of her shin bones under her soft skin. As he rubbed his sister mumbled some words in her sleep and fidgeted. Since she was feeling uncomfortable Walter decided to... set her free as it were.

Her brassier was somewhat unfamiliar but Walter had some experience from watching and teasing the servants so he was able to remove the article of clothing without waking his sister. While they didn't burst free like a jack-in-the-box, his sister's large breasts were an intimidating and invigorating sight to behold. Large and just as unsullied as the rest of her, while he himself would never be so crass Walter had heard men describe woman's chests as holding the hopes and dreams of men, and the chest in front of him was certainly large enough and bountiful enough to hold many such dreams.

The same fair skin that covered the rest of her body could be found here. Two mounds topped with rosy pink areola and nipples. Walter couldn't help but grope them. They were soft and overflowed his hands. He did it gently but he could tell that his sister was beginning to be awoken by his manhandling of her beautiful breasts. But he couldn't bring himself to stop. He had gone this far already so he decided to tease his sister one last time before she woke up. Reaching out he gently stroked the pointy peaks of her breasts. While he wasn't unfamiliar with the sensation there was something even more tantalizing about doing it while breaking a taboo.

Just as his sister was waking up he leaned forward and wrapped his mouth around one of her nipples and suckled on it.

"Silly child nothing will come out..." his sister murmured to some dream person. Still, Walter's action quickly brought her from a dream into reality. "B-brother! What are you doing!" Charlotte cried out in surprise as she realized that it was her own brother sucking at her nipple. Looking down at herself she quickly realized her own state of dress. Clad only in her modest kickers she quickly squirmed away clutching her arms over her bare chest. Her face was red with shame at being seen in such a state by a man. "E-explain yourself!" she demanded, while pulling her legs up to better hide her near total nudity.

Walter smiled at her, reaching out a hand and carelessly pushed aside her protective arms, fondling her breasts some more. His sister gasped in shock. It wasn't until he hooked a finger through her knickers that she finally responded, shoving him backwards. "You... you... Brother, you!"

Since he was going to turn back time, might as well do something he'd always wanted to do. Grabbing his sister, he easily bent her over his lap. With one quick tug, he pulled her knickers completely off, revealing her soft derriere. Though she instantly squeezed her legs together, preventing him from seeing anything except her buttocks, she still trembled in shame at being bent over his lap, completely naked.

Raising a hand, Walter brought it down on her bottom. His sister yelped in shock, her round bottom jiggling slightly from the impact. Again and again he spanked her bottom, enjoying the sight of it bouncing from each impact, enjoying the sound of her ever more tearful cries that begged him to stop, enjoyed the feeling of her buttocks each time his hand came down upon them. Finally, he released his sister, the girl covering herself, tears running down her soft face from wide, scared eyes. "B-b-brother, you... you..." Charlotte picked up her dress and pressed it against her chest. "I hate you brother! You went too far!"

She was right, of course. A little bit of humiliation would have earned him a telling off, but to strip her completely naked and spank her was too much.

Pulling out his pocket watch, Walter held it up. "You mentioned my watch before, right? It's a strange watch. Like I said, it was a gift. I do not know from who. Certainly some sort of powerful being, I doubt if he was even human."

Charlotte huffed angrily. "So what, brother? Do you think I will forgive you just because you've dangled a trinket in front of me?"

Walter laughed. "No, dear sister, I think you will forget because you will have **** but to do so. See, this watch allows me to turn back time. So, in a moment you won't even be able to remember this, but I will always remember the feeling of your bare breasts in my mouth, of your soft buttocks beneath my palm. In fact, I might just do it again."

Soaking in his sister's shocked and dismayed face, Walter turned the hands of the pocket watch as he instinctively knew to do. His ears were filled with the sound of spinning gears. Closing his eyes, when he reopened them he found himself sitting in front of his sister once more, gazing at her sleeping form.

Seeing the city in the distance, Walter looked over at his sleeping sister.