She Gets To Watch

“I get to watch.”

“You’re joking,” you blurt out, but Lucy’s voice, normally so sarcastic and dry, sounds as confident and sincere as you can remember hearing.

“I’m not. Face it, Jack, you had no fashion sense even as a guy. You’re gonna need my help if you don’t want to look like a total loser. Besides…”

She smirks. “I don’t want you sniffing my panties.”

You blush, and that throbbing returns, aching uncomfortably where your legs meet, where, until this morning, your dick would be hanging.

“Why would you even say that?”

“‘Cause it’s true,” Lucy says flippantly. “I know how you look at me when you think no one’s watching. Come on, Jackie… let’s see what we’re working with.”

Painfully aware of her eyes on you, you finally look down at the body you’ve been trying your best to ignore, reaching down and grabbing the bottom of your shirt. You pull it off in one quick movement, and Lucy catches her breath. For a moment you feel a surge of triumph at finally getting one over on her- then you see yourself in her closet mirror, and you feel your heart get stuck in your chest.

Your tits are smaller than Lucy’s, certainly smaller than your mom’s, but impressive in their own right- pale and smooth, heavy but proud and taut, with tiny pink nipples growing hard before your eyes. These are the kind of tits you look for, you dream of, you jerk off to. And they’re yours.

“Not bad,” says Lucy, her voice quieter than before. “Now the bottoms.”

“Come on, Luce,” you protest- and suddenly she moves closer, pressing up behind you. You feel her chest against your bare back and you gulp, goosebumps trailing down your arms.

“It’s okay, Jackie,” she coos, sympathetic, seductive. “I’m your sister. You can trust me. Now take off your clothes… please?”

It’s too hard to think, with her body so close to you, her fingers tracing lightly across your slim, athletic thighs. So you do what she says.

It feels so good to do what she says.

“Oh, so pretty,” says Lucy softly, her eyes transfixed on your pussy. She’s right. The smooth, hairless mound between your legs, the sliver of glistening pink- just looking at it makes you feel light-headed.

This isn’t right. I’m a boy. I’m a boy. I’m a-

“Good girl,” she whispers, and a moan escapes your lips, your eyelids fluttering shut, your legs wobbling, Lucy’s grip tightening around you, holding you up.

“Why… are you doing this?” you **** out, and Lucy laughs- a mean laugh.

“Because you’re a pervert, Jack. You think I couldn’t hear you, all those years, jerking off to me? Talking about me with your stupid friend? I know you want me. I know you’d do anything to fuck me.”

“That’s not…” you try to protest. “I don’t…”

“You do. And now, for the first time- you’ve finally got a body I’d want to fuck. So I think I’m gonna teach you a lesson… about what happens to naughty girls.”

Her hand snakes to your plump ass, squeezing it suddenly, nails digging into your flesh, and you moan again.

“Ah… Lucy… please…”

“And,” she continues, ignoring your ****, whining pleas. “I’m gonna get myself off at the same time. Now… get on the bed.”