back to Gina's perspective

Tom was always a bit of a pervert.

Oh sure, some blame me for it. Just because I stripped him every now and then, **** him to parade around in my clothes or be our maid whenever my lackeys are over, this is somehow my fault!

Hell, if anything he got it easy. As the little brother of the absolutely undisputed queen of the school, nobody except me dared to lay a hand on him. The little shit should be grateful.

Tom escorted me to his own nerd room, which was already disgusting enough, but then he made me stand in the middle, while he made himself comfortable on his bed showing me a lecherous grin.

“Little brother” I warned him. “I hope you are aware that this arrangement is only temporary once I am no longer under the effect of...this bet. I will have my ****. It is in your best interest to stay on my good side.”

Tom answered with a shrug, whipped out his phone and took a photo of me.

Why is everyone doing this?

“Stop it!” I hissed and made an attempt to grab his phone.

“You stop it, unless you want me to tell you on Marcie.”

I froze. I had no idea what the stupid fat cow might do to me. Worst case she might actually **** me to obey my little brother for real. “N-now lets not be too hasty.”

Tom grinned. “I am sure this is something more then a bet, right? I assume this Marcie girl has some sort of **** on you.”

Of course even if I wanted to, I couldn't tell Tom the truth.

“Must be some really nasty shit if you are willing to humiliate yourself to such a degree. I wonder what I could get away with?”

That was the last thing I wanted to hear from my brother.

“I don't have to obey you.” I reminded him.

“Yes, I heard Marcie.” He gave a shrug. “Lets start nice and easy then. You do have to do my chores, so why don't you start by cleaning my room?”

“Please let me wear something first”, I pleaded.

Tom only chuckled at that and I knew I had to just get it over with.

His room really was a pigsty. How could he even life in all this filth? Of course while I was busy removing beer bottles, empty bags of chips and some very suspicious used tissue papers. I was unable to properly cover myself, giving Tom plenty to enjoy as I went on this dirty business.

It was when I was just about to hold up one of his smelly socks that he told me to stop.

“What?” I asked disgusted with the garment.

“I want to make sure this is actually a dirty sock. Please smell it and tell me if it stinks.”

He might as well asked myself to kiss him. “I will NOT smell your socks.”

“Suit yourself” he said while taking out his phone. “I'm calling Marcie, maybe she agrees with you.”

“N-no! I smell it ok! Look.” I quickly took a few sniffs holding the sock well away from me. “Yes, it stinks.”

Tom only laughed at my attempts. “Do it properly, I want to see you press it against your nose and breathe in deeply.”

I did and almost gagged.

“How does it smell?”, he asked.

“Like some sort of rotten cheese”, I answered truthfully.

“Sounds perfect for you then, put it on.”

That was even worse, but I knew that resistance was futile, so I put the sock over my left foot.

“See? Aren't you glad to be able to wear some clothes again?”

“Very”, I replied dryly.

“Now lets find you another sock shall we? Or would you prefer to go barefoot?

“Yes.” I quickly agreed. “Barefoot is fine.”

“Good.”, Tom nodded. “Your right foot will go barefoot, of course that means no shoes either.”

This was the worst of both worlds with this little pervert. “Please”, I pleaded again. “I might injure my feet.”

Tom seriously contemplated this for a moment. “You know its funny Sis, I don't ever remember you caring much about my own physical well being. Remember last year when you made me run barefoot over the hot pavement?”

“Y-yes but.”

“No buts, but I am a generous man. Why don't we call your friend Marcie? If she agrees that having you go without shoes is too cruel I while allow you to wear them.”

I knew better then that. The stupid fat cow showed me no mercy when she made go home naked. Granted because i'm a genius I managed to steal a gym uniform, but that was clearly not what the dumb bitch had in mind.

“N-no” I resigned myself to my fate. “I go like this.”

“Naked?” Tom asked amused.

“Y-you have to allow me to wear some clothes!” I reminded him.

He agreed. “These where Marcie's orders after all. Do you also remember her special request?”

“Ugh...look that was just a request. Won't you feel gross if I where to wear your...boxers?”

“Not as gross as you i'm sure. “ Tom laughed and scanned the room. “Ah look, you can wear those.” He pointed towards some dirty looking shorts with blue stripes.

“You want me to wear your used shorts?” I asked, mouth agape.

“I'm actually not sure if they are used, why don't you do the smell test again?”

I knew that resistance would be utterly futile, so I complied. Yes, these where without a doubt used.

“Well?” My brother grinned. “I'm sure you hate being naked for longer then you need to be. So feel free to put them on.”

Frankly, I didn't know which was worse, but with much disgust I obeyed.

Tom let out a whistle. “Not bad, there is a certain dirty appeal to it that's very nice. Anyway, I think its time that you resume your cleaning duties, chop chop.”

And so I cleaned my brothers room wearing his own boxers. There where other clothes lying around, but the little pervert preferred to let me clean as I was.

Once his room finally resembled something coming close to clean again, he relieved me of his duties. “Good job, Sis. We will finish your outfit tomorrow so i'd like you the stay just the way you are until then.”

After an eternity i was allowed to return to my room, completing my first of hopefully not 365 days under Marcie's control.