Guilt-tripping works

Anxiety pulses through you. This is a ridiculous request. Why would she even consider it? Wait, she’s doing it. Hannah has found a particularly abandoned parking lot and stopped the car there.

Now she’s looking at you with tears in her eyes. “Are we going to be ok? I know I fucked up, I know I’ve fucked up a lot, I just don’t want to lose my sister.” Shock reels through you as you realize how high the stakes must be from her perspective. She probably doesn’t know you have incestuous inclinations of your own, much less that you wouldn’t cut her off just for perving on you.

It’s time for you to cement this massive leverage you’ve obtained. “Listen, you aren’t going to lose me,” Hannah lets out a sigh of relief before hearing “as long as you acknowledge you owe me.”

At that, she tenses up again. “What? Like what do you mean?” she asks for clarification.

“I mean you owe me, favors probably.” You think for a second before continuing, “though, if I’m ever broke I’ll probably be hitting you up. Mainly I just want you to know that as long as you insist on violating my privacy, you’re going to have to make up for the emotional damages somehow.”

“And if I ‘owe’ you, we’ll be fine? I won’t lose you or have to talk about this too much?” Hannah shifts around in her seat uncomfortably.

“Yeah, we can treat this as some transactional thing. You’re welcome for the emotional convenience I’m providing you.” You stretch your back. “We can even wipe most of the slate clean. You just owe me big time for yesterday, and I am going to collect before this conversation is over.”

“Wh-what do you want?”

“Show me your tits.”

Hannah reels in surprise, “What!? Why?? I don’t understand. I thought you didn’t like…” Shit. She’s onto you. That was way too obvious.

“I don’t.” You ch​oke out the lie as stone-facedly as you can. “I just want you to know what it feels like. How awful it feels to be exposed.”

“Oh.” Hannah’s defeated face makes you think she bought the lie that this is just some sick punishment and not for your gain. “I don’t really feel comfor-”

“Neither Do I.” You feel close to raising your voice at the clear hypocrisy. “But you persist anyway. Those are my terms. Do you accept, or am I walking home?”

“I…” Hannah finally looks at the floor of the car. “Fine, but that’s it.”

You smile in relief that the tension has given way to submission. “Agreed, until you perv on me again anyways.”

Hannah unbuckles her seatbelt and looks side to side, checking the view out the windows. Satisfied that you are still alone, she steps out of the car and circles around to open the door closest to you. “Here, so you have a better view. Never say I didn’t satisfy your terms.”

You leave things silent at that, so your sister has nothing to distract her from the task at hand.

“Okay, here goes nothing.” Hannah lifts up her hemmed crop top, revealing the rose gold cage bra behind it. “Satisfied?”

“No. I said show me your tits, not your bra. I never got to hide behind one when you were spying on me in the shower” you admonish her.

She slouches into a pout. “But that’ll take forever!”

You maintain your serious glare and affect. “Then I suggest you hurry up.” You glance behind Hannah. “Before someone stumbles into this parking lot.”

“I… fine.” She reaches behind herself to undo the three redundant clasps on her back. With some effort, she snakes her arms into her shirt before returning them to their proper sleeves unstrapped. With nothing holding it in place any more the bra gently falls toward a waiting hand below.

When the bra slides down her arms, you finally get an unobstructed view of your sister’s gorgeous breasts. As you suspected, she not only inherited Mom’s overall bustiness, but also the pink color and natural volume of her areolas. If you didn’t need to maintain the facade of watching for reasons other than personal enjoyment, you would definitely ask to get your hands on them.

“Now are we done?” your sister sheepishly asks.

You silently pray that the KDK took another POV photo as you nod in response.

With permission granted, your sister pulls her top back down. She looks down at the bra in her hand for a second before tossing it at the driver’s seat. You can still see the outlines of her nipples poking into her shirt thanks to the evening air.

You clamber to the passenger seat while Hannah walks back around to the driver’s side. She turns to you, looking like she’s about to say something, but instead lightly shakes her head and sticks the key in the ignition.