Dem Legs

"Dem legs," you reply while very obviously tracing your gaze down your sister's thighs.

"You are such a virgin," your sister taunts, "Have you even talked to other girls before? Lucky for you, despite being such a loser, you'll get to touch at least one woman's legs."

Your sister then shifts her right leg behind the other, turning abruptly to grab a clipboard from her desk with several sheets of paper and a pen. The contract for Cognizant Fashions is conveniently ready for you to sign and attached to the clipboard.

Before you can delve too far into that train of thought, your still nude sister reaches out to trace her fingers against the front of your pants, teasing along the outline of your cock as she demands, "Sign the paper then, and you will get to see whether the reality lives up to the fantasy of existing for my legs."

Her hand leaves you just as quickly as she had placed it, leaving you to sign your name at the bottom of the contract without reading too far into the details.

Your sister then offers you a simple cyan pill and further instructs, "Take this."

You swallow the flavorless pill and feel yourself falling backward onto your sister's bed moments later before everything fades.