Strip Her Down

"So, Belle," he said. "You don't think that I control you, right?"

"Uhh, of course not," Belle replied.

"So, what would you say if I asked you to take off all your clothes, right now, in the middle of the store?"

Belle's face went red as she smacked Wise. "W-What? Wise!??? Who says that to a girl, much less their own sister!???"

Wise, rubbing the fresh handprint on his face, came to the realization that this might have been a bad idea. If this didn't work, he just irreversibly damaged his relationship with his sister and best friend.

The only thing he could do was command her to do so and hope that it worked.

"Belle... take off all your clothes. Right now, in the middle of the store."

Belle's look of rage immediately softened. "Yeah, I guess I could do that!" she said.

Immediately, Belle's hands went for her jacket, dropping it on the floor.

She then stripped off her sweater, then her shirt. She reached behind her back and unclasped her bra, letting it fall on the floor.

"B-Belle," Wise said, speaking out to stop her, but found himself entranced once her breasts flopped out.

Belle continued, pulling down her skirt and panties in one go, stepping out of them, leaving her perfectly nude in the middle of the store.

"B-Belle..." Wise continued. "Why'd you do that?"

"You asked me to, didn't you?"

His heart was beating rapidly. Now, there was no doubt in his mind that this power he held was real and not something he just made up.

As the tent in his pants grew, he looked at his naked sister with some feelings of shameful lust...