Fine, we stay at home, buuut...(Bonus)

(Administrator note: This is just a bonus scenario, it has no bearing on the main paths and as such can be freely disregarded)

“Take my shirt off again.”

“Sis!”, Ben predictably protested, but followed suit regardless.

“Nice”, I commented with a grin. “It's very pleasant that I can make you strip on command.”

“W-what is the meaning of this?”, Ben sputtered.

What is the meaning...pfft. Ben can be such a nerd. “Here is the deal”, I smirked. “You can stay at home for the weekend, but you aren't allowed to wear anything safe for your undies.”

“That is so childish”, Ben groaned.

“Just be happy that I don't make you run around naked...which, for the record, I totally could.”

Ben folded his arms again. “Alright, I'm in your bedroom with nothing but my boxers on. You can make me do everything you want. So, what now?”

“We are not having sex”, I told him flatly.

“OBVIOUSLY NOT!”

But admittedly, Ben did put me on the spot a bit with this. “What do I have my cute, little and totally obedient brother do?

Ben was getting visibly upset now. “I am not your plaything.”

I rolled my eyes on that. I guess being at the mercy of another person is pretty mentally taxing. Even if Ben should be aware that I would never do anything to actually hurt him. Seriously, I should be the one offended by Ben's complete lack of trust. But fine. I make some concessions. “How about this? I'm going to have fun with this app for the weekend, and then we figure out what the hell this all is on Monday.”

Ben facepalmed. “That is the exact opposite of how normal people would handle it, Sis.”

I shrugged. “I just want us to skip the boring part.”

“T-the boring part? We are talking about something that shouldn't exist! You can't just shrug your shoulders and use it to play some dumb jokes...”

“Sure I can. Flex your muscles for me.”

Ben groaned, as his arms disentangled themselves and adopted a classic strongmen pose. He had such a sour look on his face that I just had to giggle. For better or worse, Ben wasn't particularly athletic. He wasn't fat by an stretch of the imagination, but I suppose the best way to describe him was...soft. I probably shouldn't tell him that though.

“Oh my”, I commented with a huge grin, as I moved over to feel his upper arm for the pathetic protrusion that counted as Ben's muscles. “You look very manly like this, Ben.”

Ben managed to hold out pretty well so far, but finally a nice blush was starting to creep over his face. “S-stop that”, he managed to press out. Aww, he was too adorable!

“Let me show you something.” I flexed my backhand and put it right next to Ben's. “Who has bigger muscles?”

“You have”, Ben was **** to admit.

“I bet I could totally smoke you in an arm-wrestling contest.”

“Yeah sure, whatever.”

To Ben's credit, he wasn't taking the bait. Shame. “So, you admit that you are weaker then me, even though you are boy?” I put my hand in front of my mouth to very poorly disguise an extremely smug grin. “How embarrassing.”

“Shut up. You are the one with the freakishly large muscles for a girl!”

Wow!

To

be

clear!

Despite what my in dire need of punishment Brother was saying, I wasn't particular muscular either. Being in the volleyball club just comes with its perks. Ben absolutely needs to punished for this insolence.

“Keep that pose”, I instructed him, as I left the room for a bit.

“Hey, don't leave me like that!”

“Oh, don't be such a baby”, I shouted from Ben's bedroom. “Hm..Beeeen. Where is your phone?”

“W-why do you need my phone?”

“Ah there it is!” I moved back to my project with a grin. “Now give me a big smile. I want you to act as if you where really, really proud of your muscles”, I commanded as I snapped a photo.

“WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?”

“Well, duh. Can't use my own phone for it. Probably. This app was very poorly designed.”

“And you just have to take a photo”, Ben grumbled, still all smiles. Alright, this was a bit creepy.

“Well, duh. I need a memento of today. But let's try something more appropriate for you. Act like a model. You know, one hand on your hip, the other behind your head.”

Ben did and I was amazed how good it actually looked. He amazingly still had very little body hair and his belly got stretched just the right amount. The spiderman boxers did ruin the picture a bit though. I poked his bellybutton “Do you wanna try one of my swimsuits?”

“OF COURSE NOT!”

Alright, alright, Ben was getting a bit too cranky for my liking. I patted his head. “This is underwear weekend for you. I'm not going back on my word like that...unless you want me to.” I smirked.

Ben didn't appreciate my concern. “Hmm, how about you give me a bit of a sultry look?”

“How am I even...”

“You know, look at me all seductively, bite your lower lip. Something like that.”

The result was. Uhh...yeah that is definitely not something Ben's capable of pulling off. Of course, I snapped a photo anyways.

Despite the models complains, the photo shoot continued. I made Ben adopt all kinds of poses, making sure to get him from every angle possible.

“Are we about done, Sis?”, Ben finally whined. “Seriously, I'm getting really tired.”

I swear. We are only at this for two hours. Ben really needs to exercise more. “I wanted to take way more pictures, but fiiine, lets wrap this up with one last shot.” I smirked. “Bend over.”

Ben probably had an idea what was coming, but as always, he could do nothing but obey my demented demands. Giving Ben one last knowing grin I slowly moved towards his backside.

“Oh my”, I commented. “I do say, bend over like that your bottom is actually quite voluptuous, my dear brother!”

“Shut up and get it over with.”

“Don't rush perfection”, I admonished him before making sure to get the perfect angle for this picture.

“Raise your butt just a tiny bit more.”

“Ugh.”

There really was something nice about Ben's butt being on full display like this. Something about the way the stretched fabric accentuates his behind really appealed to me. Is that weird? Nah. Naturally, I intend to get the perfect picture of his backside.

In times like these, I really wish I had a high quality camera. But alas this will have to do.

Snap.

“Are we finally done?”

“Not yet.” Still grinning, I grabbed the hem of his boxers and tugged it down just a bit.

“H-hey!”

“I only need them down a little bit”, I assured Ben. “I'm a proper lady, so your butt shall remain covered. Mostly.”

Sure enough, about a quarter down, Ben's penguin birthmark showed up on his left butt-cheek. “Aww”, I giggled. “Nice to know it is still at the same place.”

“O-of course it is!”

Naturally, I wasted no more time and took a picture of Ben's most adorable secret.