Start to Cook

You walk into your sister's room and look through her clothes. You try to pick something a guy would wear, but your mind betrays you before you can choose. Before you can stop yourself, you're slipping on a tight pair of booty shorts with "Brat" written across the ass.

"Dammit!" you swear under your breath.

Again, while you're distracted trying to figure a way out of this, your hands unconsciously slip on a tight shirt pink that says "Princess" across the chest. Both articles of clothing cling tightly to your body, the shirt letting the points of your nipples point through, the shorts highlighting the contours of your crotch. Deciding to cut your losses, you give up and head downstairs.

"Oh, that is funny as hell!" your sister laughs when she sees you.

You avoid her look, focusing on the cooking you've started.

"Can't wait to have my friends over and see you. You won't leave from this spot. Nod, pet," she commands.

You nod, as told, and grit your teeth, face settling in a determined expression. Your sister crosses over to where you're cooking and notices your glare.

"Now, that's not nice! Sissies like you should always be smiling. In fact, smile big, Princess!" she says.

You smile. There's nothing else you can do.

"Good boy. Now, stay here in the house house, and keep cooking my food. Remember, you need to make enough for 5 people. Oh, yourself not included, of course," she says. "Make the best food you can!"

She walks out and you watch her leave. Now's your chance. You try to spring into action, but as hard as you try you can't seem to make yourself leave the house. It's like there's a **** holding your back. Still smiling, you **** yourself to get back to the task your sister's given you. Maybe once you finish you'll be able to figure something out. That is, if you finish in time.