I give you a welcome home gift.

I wake up to the smell of coffee and my eyes fly open. You're home today! I'm out of bed and out of my jammies in a heartbeat, skidding through the hall stark naked, clothes in one hand, your present in the other, as I hurry into the bathroom. I freshen up, a comb through my hair, teeth brushed, and pull on the yellow tank top that's totally opaque, except when I'm in just the right light, and my loose, not-quite-on-the-knee flowery skirt.

"Oops, I forgot my bra and panties!" I mock into the mirror, bursting into a giggle. I pull up the present, so tiny, wrapped so neatly in the little gold foil. I can't believe it's really done, I worked so long on it! So many selfies... and not-selfies... but it all came out perfect. I'm pretty sure that someone somewhere now has quite the collection of very naughty pictures of me, but it's so worth it.

I skid as un-gracefully down the stairs as I did into the hallway moments ago, giggling again as my skirt poofs up around my bare underside. I pause, around the corner from the kitchen, gathering myself for the big moment.

You've hardly even noticed me, but I noticed you...

I run my hand down the front of my shirt, my sensitive nipples already poking through the thin yellow cloth. You'll have to notice these...

I slide down further, slipping into my waistband, biting my lip to hold back a sigh as my fingers run softly across my other pair of smooth little lips...

I pull my hand free and step around the corner. You smile at me as I come into view, and my heart skips a beat.

"Hey little sis, long time no see." You're sitting in one of our tall kitchen chairs at the counter, wearing just a plain t shirt and loose-fitting boxers, sipping a cup of coffee. I step up next to you, grinning almost too much to speak.

"Hey big brother." I chew on my lip, briskly setting the present in its tiny little wrappings down on the counter in front of you before darting my hand away, almost afraid I'm going to steal it back so you never find out what's inside. "I've got a surprise for you..."

"Oh ya?" You smile, starting to tug at the ribbon, "Am I going to like it?"

"Oh ya." I nod. The wrapping paper slips off easily after you free the ribbon, exposing a little white box filled nearly to the brim with what looks like gold playing cards. "You've got a golden ticket?" You read the back of the card out loud.

"Look at the first one. One at a time." I nod, pulling the first card up and holding the face toward you.

You're met by a picture of me, wearing this same outfit, but in your room. At the bottom, in neat, professional typeface it reads "I've missed you, big brother. I think about you often. So I made you these cards to play with when you get back. I'll do whatever it says when you put one down."

You look quizzically at me, smiling that sideways smile you have. "What is this?"

I lick my lips nodding at the deck. "Put it face up right here..." I pull your hand to the counter and you set it down. "Now read the next one."

You pull it up, eyebrows jumping at the image of your little sister still in your room in the same outfit I'm in now, but with my skirt sitting by itself down far enough for the creases on either side of my pussy to peak out the top, and my shirt resting up far enough for not just the underside of my boobs to hang out, but my nipples too. You read aloud: "If it says 'I won't wear any underwear,' I won't wear any underwear."

You set the card down and I tug my thumb into my skirt low enough for my little slit to peak up at you, and my other thumb pulls down the neck of my tank top until my tits are all but falling out. I giggle, more out of nervousness than anything, but manage to waggle my eyebrows at you.

"This is... certainly getting interesting..." You eye my very exposed skin with a smirk.

"Then keep going." I nod, heart racing, letting go, my clothes disheveled, glancing at your boxers, hopeful for a hint of movement...

You pick up the next card and pause. Here comes the moment of truth. Not wearing underwear is suggestive... this is confirmation. The next even more so.

This one was tricky. I actually had to get someone to take it for me. A few of them were like that. Funny how boys don't mind helping with this kind of thing... I'm kind of proud of this one, really. I'm sitting in your chair in your room in this outfit with your laptop behind me playing porn. I'm facing away, one leg propped up, lifting my skirt to show my fingers buried in my pussy, my other hand lifting my shirt and squeezing my breast. I think I was actually pretty near orgasm at that point, too, so it's a fairly legit o-face...

You lick your lips, your face a mask. Then you read aloud: "If it says 'I'll touch myself,' I'll touch myself."

I bite my lip, hopeful, expectant, as you look at me, thinking. You glance at my skirt, still low, my shirt, still exposing far too much cleavage. "Okay. Let's do this." You smile, setting down the card.

Yes! I pull out the chair next to yours and hop up into it, pulling my feet onto the seat, baring my very wet little pussy to you. "Mmm..." I sigh as my fingers once again touch those soft lips. I gently tease at my clit as you sit there, less than a foot away, watching me masturbate, thinking of you. "Mngh... Read the next one..." Your boxers betray a hint of movement, and I sigh.

"This last one was pretty good." You grin as I slip a finger easily inside my slippery little hole.

"Then you'll love the next one..." I pump two fingers generously in. Holy fuck am I so fucking horny right now...

You pull it up. "Holy fuck!" You exclaim, and I grin, my hips grinding against my hand now, the kitchen filling with the wet smack-smack of my fingers pumping in and out of my tight little pussy.

This one is a selfie, but it certainly took a helper to take it! I've got a winning smile in there, and my hair looks fucking awesome in the shot. I almost wish I could make it my facebook profile pic, it came out so good. Who knew a girl could look so amazing with a cock in her mouth?

"'Give me this card: You get a blowjob.'" You read the card aloud, pointedly not setting it down. "Are you for real? Are all the rest like this?" You watch me as my hand races in and out of my pussy, my breath clearly coming in little bursts as I struggle to answer. "You can stop that now."

"Mngh..." My back arches as I tease my fingers at my clit, stopping my **** before I finish. I grind my butt into the seat, my wide open, shining wet pussy facing straight at you as I try to take a slow, deep breath. I nod, letting my feet fall, my skirt obscuring my wet little slit from view. "It's, um, it's the first real card." I'm still breathing a little heavily as I smile at you, and at the obvious bulge in your boxers. "Trust me, they get better..."

You frown, setting it face down back on the deck, and I bite my lip. Maybe I went too far after all...

"So, little sis..." You pick up your coffee, taking a sip before finishing your thought, "Up for a game of cards?"

I beam. "Absolutely!"