Show Me Your Tits

"To prove that you'll follow anything I say, I need you to do something you would never want to do in a million years. So, I need you to show me your tits."

"What?" Nel asks, standing directly upright. "Of course not, you pervert. I'm going to tell Mom and Dad," she turns to head back into the kitchen when you grab her arm.

"Tell them and you won't get to come on the mission. Nel, I get no enjoyment out of this either. I just need to know you'll follow my orders. Show me your tits."

She has big blue eyes that meet yours in a discerning gaze. You think her eyes say no, then yes, then maybe. They seem to be searching you, trying to tell if you are joking, desperately wanting to go on this mission.

"Fine," she says. She turns her back to the kitchen so that only you can see her front, begins to unlace the front of her dress, slowly, thread by thread, letting them fall loose until the view of her cleavage lowered and you could make out the curvature of her small breasts, their curves almost touching, as she pulled the rest of her top apart and the pink of her nipples flushed out in front of you. Her lips formed a pout as she looked behind her, making sure your parents couldn't see, and then looked quickly back at you. You stare at her nipples, slowly becoming more and more pronounced from the cold morning air, small nubs forming around them. Or maybe it wasn't the cold, maybe she was getting excited. You think of reaching out, feeling the warmth of her breast in your hand, but know that would be too much. For now, anyway.

"Okay, I showed them, let's go already." She re-laces her top, opens the door, and steps out into the village.