My twin sister!

It was a weird awkward stare-off as my sister barged into the room. I looked at her, and she looked at well- all of me. My gangling pale body was in full sight, as I rapidly tried to move my hands to cover myself.

“What the fuck?” My twin said quietly, as I saw a grin slowly creep across her face, “Having fun?”

“Uh, um...” I uttered, barely able to speak. Suddenly my sister’s smile dropped, as she looked behind me.

“Derek?!” She said, before glaring at me, “Get out.”

“Like what?” I asked, still desperately covering my body.

“Like this.” She responded, I quickly managed to snatch my panties, as my sister pushed me out the room.

Honestly, she was a lot stronger than I was which is why she easily was able to shut me out. Just another thing she made me look incompetent at.

So that’s why I sat, only wearing my flimsy pink knickers hoping to god that my dad wouldn’t walk up the stairs. I heard furious typing going on in my room.

“When can I come back in?” I asked timidly, after waiting a little for her to calm down.

“Ugh, five minutes Gertchen.” She responded, before chucking my shirt out the door.

Glad to finally be wearing something else, I quickly put it on feeling the most relief I’d felt for around twenty minutes. Hopefully Becca was getting Derek to delete that stupid video, and I can forget this whole stupid thing ever happened. I guess the physiological trauma may remain, but you can’t win every prize I guess.

I must have lost track of time during that whole embarrassing charade. Else, I probably would’ve been able to be dressed for my sister coming home. I mean, my sister seeing my nude body WAS embarrassing. I mean she saw me before, quick glances out of the shower... but there I’d just felt so ****. I was like powerless, and she’d caught me at my weakest. But screw it, enough feeling sorry for myself. It’s not like Derek seeing my tits is gonna affect my later life in anyway, and as embarrassing as it is; ... it. I can’t dwell in the past, or I’m just going to feel shitty.

My sister creaked back opened the door after what felt like an eternity, thankfully my dad was doing something downstairs. Entering the room was odd however, it seemed my sister decided to do some weird arts and crafts. Paper scraps were lying on her bed, and a pair of scissors. I saw in Becca’s hand a large stack of different sized paper cut-outs.

“Ugh, I don’t know what to even say,” I wanted to ask about what happened with Derek, and if she understood the whole situation, but I decided to go for an easier question first, “What’s all that, sis?” I asked, curiously pointing at the papers she currently held.

“Oh, just your new clothes.” My sister evilly grinned.

I stood there, just confused for a second, “What does that even mean?” I didn’t like where this was going.

My sister just sat on her bed, and patted on it, “Sit down Gert.”

I didn’t know what to do, so I just plopped down next to her. It felt really awkward, that feeling amplified by my state of clothing: I was still just wearing my shirt and underwear. I saw my jeans still lay there on the floor, so I tried to quickly pick them up.

“Nope! Sorry Gert, but you can’t wear those.”

“Yeah, and if I do?” I snapped back.

“Derek’ll upload the video.” My mind raced, what was happening? I knew my sister was a bitch but...

“What the heck Becca? Why the hell would you do something like this?” I angrily responded, arms crossed.

“It’s for your own good. I want to help you, because you won’t help yourself.”

“Honestly, it be nice if you told me what that even means.” I stubbornly responded, staring at my twin’s gleeful face.

“You’re failing every subject you took this year. And the worst part is? You just don’t work, and that’s why you fail. You just play stupid video games.”

I didn’t know what to say, “And blackmailing me over a video will help how?!”

My sister just smiled, “We’re gonna play a little game, like you love to do.”

I felt trapped, and I had no idea what to do. Who I thought was going to be my hero was actually my enemy. I will admit, yes my grades were dropping: but this was ridiculous! Why would she go to such lengths? If she genuinely cared about my progress in school, why didn’t she actually show any genuine concern before now? Why instead of mocking me about my grades, she tried to support me to make them better?

“So, you been doing your Computing revision? We do have a test next week.” She grinned.

“Um...” I’d obviously not been doing any, and she knew it. Lying was pointless, “Yeah, of course.”

And award for dumbest person of the year goes to me! I knew she was going to make me pay for seeing that, and it took me a lot of willpower to not just shout bitch when I saw that stupid obnoxious happily evil expression on her stupid face grow.

“Ah, okay. Well, let’s put that to the test!” She thrust the paper into my arms suddenly, which I barely caught, “Put these on! And just these!”

“Wait, what?” I really had no idea if I was just being messed with, or if my sister had just gone crazy.

“Each of those pieces of paper has the name of a different body part typed onto it. You’re gonna cover the relevant body part with the correct piece of paper. And, then we’ll play my game.”

My sister had defiantly gone crazy, “How do I even do that?!”

“I know you’re bad at biology Gert, but it’s really simple. You take off your clothes which shouldn’t be too hard considering the small amount you’re wearing, and then use tape to attach the paper: I can get the ones at the back if you want.”

This was insane, and this was growing so fast out of control (not that it ever was in my control) and I had no idea what to do. All I knew is that I had to end this, and I had to stop it now.

“Becca. This is stupid, and this is demeaning. There’s no way in hell that I am going to do this shit.” I angrily responded, for once feeling slightly in control: despite lacking my pants.

“I wonder what Dad would say if he saw you masturbating breathlessly then dancing butt-ass naked for a stranger.” My sister spoke clearly and softly.

I froze up, I had no idea that my dance was recorded. I couldn’t believe I didn’t see that coming and managed to believe that just because he didn’t show an iPhone to the screen doesn’t mean he couldn’t record. I nearly hated myself more for being naive than I hated my sister and Derek for making me do this shit. And the worst part? There was no way to salvage this situation, other than hopefully go along with what they said. My dad would be so ashamed if he saw those videos, and I just couldn’t let that happen.

“C’mon Becca, we’re sisters: we shouldn’t do this to each other. We should be looking out for each other, not doing this!” I angrily responded.

“This is for your own good.”

“If it was just that, you wouldn’t have a massive shit-eating grin on your face! You goddamn enjoy this, don’t you?! That's so messed up!” For once I caught my sister speechless, but she just shrugged.

“Well, hurry up and get those clothes off. Here’s the tape, get started.” She chucked it at me, “I’ll turn my back so you can get ‘changed’.”

Honestly, her 'hilarious' sense of humour wasn't making this situation any better or easier for me.

I looked at the scraps of paper. I wasn’t going to really do this, was I? Once I saw that I had dropped my panties without really thinking about it, I guessed I was. Hey, I’d already been naked before... this time shouldn’t be as difficult. Nobody was even watching now! But it was completely different having somebody actually in the room compared to doing it over the internet... it just felt so much more real. I felt my cheeks heating up as I tossed my shirt away.

Okay, step 1: get butt naked. Accomplished sadly. Step 2: get the paper attached. I read the first one, which thankfully said boobs. Guess I can cover them up quickly, and they were small enough that the paper easily lay over them. The tape was uncomfortable, but it was a tiny relief to be a little bit covered. Mind you, there was a good bit of side-boob. The next one said “pussy”, which I guess was self-explanatory. I attached it and thankfully it was large enough to generally cover that whole area. I found two that just said knees, which was odd, but I put them on anyway. Next was belly, followed by elbows: I didn’t really care if these were covered or not, but I didn’t wanna annoy my torturer by not putting them on. It was already bad enough.

Despite finally having more of my body covered, I was still freezing and nearly shivering. There was no competition now that this was the worst day of my life now -not that there ever was-. I found the final scrap of paper, “butt” but despite like a minute of trying I failed to attach it in a way that actually fully covered my ass.

“Ugh, Becca? Just do my back.” She turned, and grinned at my ‘clothing’, laughing really hard.

Barely able to breathe through her giggles, she just said, “My pleasure.”

Before grabbing the tape and paper from my hand, and swirling me around.

I felt a sharp pain on my ass as she smacked it, before taping the paper to it. I rubbed my hand against my butt, “What was that for!?” I nearly screeched.

“Fun, now it’s time for the game!” She said joyously.

“Ugh, what is this stupid game?” I tediously responded.