What to do with all these pictures?

“Ah, this was fun!”, I commented happily, as I gleefully showed Ben the fruits of our labor.

Ben, didn't share my sentiment. Curiously enough, he seemed even more embarrassed now as we are scrolling through his picture gallery.

“Uh Look! Here is the one where you pick your nose. And this is puppy Ben! Oh, wow I really want to share these pictures with the whole world!”

“Don't you dare”, Ben snapped back.

“I'm just teasing you, little Brother. That said, it can never hurt to have that much **** material over a sibling.” I grinned.

“Why do you even need **** when you can just command me to do whatever you want?”

“I told you, I won't use this app on you past this weekend.”

“Aha.” Ben sounded very skeptical. What a suspicious little man. He acts as if I have no self control at all!

“Look, Ben. I just need to get this out of my system. It's my sisterly obligation to humiliate you as much as possible. You would do the same.”

“I would not.”

I shrugged. “Just trust me on this, alright? Oh, look! Your penguin!”

“I-It doesn't look that much like a penguin”, Ben stuttered.

“It totally does. See? Here are the eyes and there is the beak.”

“I guess...”

“Aren't you glad to finally get an updated picture of it? I mean we have some baby photos, but nothing over the age of five.”

Ben decided to abstain from commenting.

“And look, your butt crack is showing as well.”

“S-stop staring at my butt already!”

“But it's such a nice butt!” I laughed. “Round, with just the right amount of thickness. I could stare at it for hours!”

“That's really creepy, sis.”

“Alright, fine”, I relented. “So, which one of these nice photo's do you want as your new background?”

“None of them!”

“Choose. Or I do it for you”, I threatened, already starting to turn his butt into a new profile.

“F-fine, I do it¨”, Ben proclaimed while quickly switching pictures towards the least offensive.

“The flexing one?”, I giggled. “Not my first choice, but fine, we go with it.”

Ben grumbled, as I made him set his new background himself, changing the prior boring blue to one of Ben flexing in his underwear.

Something about that...really appealed to me. “Obviously, you aren't allowed to change the picture.”

“Obviously”, Ben groaned, staring at his phone and wincing.

Fuck that's hot. I mean not hot! Humiliating! I fully intended to stop it here, but I was having too much fun. “Send all the pictures to my phone and my laptop and don't even think about deleting a single one of them”, I instructed, before rummaging through my room once more.

I took a while, but eventually found what I was looking for. A dice. I handed it to Ben.

Ben rolled his eyes at that. “What now”, he asked with a sense of foreboding.

“You are gonna roll the dice. The number that shows up is the number of profile pictures you have to change on facebook, tinder, CHYOA or whatever other nerd site you like to frequent.”

Ben looked at me with his mouth open.

“It goes without saying, but obviously you will change the pictures to one we made today. I also want you to use a different picture for each site.”

“That's way too crazy!”, Ben protested a bit panicked. “You said no public humiliation!”

“No, I said you won't have to go outside”, I grinned. “I never said your social media is off limits.”

Ben was utterly mortified.

“Roll the dice.”

He threw it at my face. It was one of those big plush ones, so it didn't hurt but still. Wow, rude.

Naturally, the gods rightfully decided to punish Ben for this evil act of aggression.

The dice landed on a six.

I burst out laughing. “Oh wow, Ben! You are lucky I don't have one of these nerd dices! You really don't deserve it but because I am such a nice big sister I allow you to count the one on your phone. So, that makes five pictures.”

The look on Ben's face was one of sheer horror. Sheesh. What a drama queen. Ugh, fine, I guess I have to throw him another bone.

“You can change the pictures back on Monday, except the one on your phone.” I giggled. “If you are lucky nobody will notice.”

Ben's luck wasn't exactly his strong suit today, but whatever. Things won't be fun without at least a little risk. “Well, get to it. After, I guess you want to take a shower. Dinner will be ready, once you are done.” I gave him a slap on the butt and ushered him out of the room.

Wow! I had to take a deep breath. Did I really just do all that? There was something immeasurable pleasuring about humiliating Ben like that. I really had to get my urges under control. I don't want to do anything to Ben that I might regret.

Ugghhh! Why is Ben so cute when he is embarrassed?

I did what I had to, to calm myself down and by that time I could hear the telltale sound of running water. I wager Ben will take a lengthy shower, so I should have plenty of time to make dinner. But before that...

I took my app and with a grin started writing.

“After you done showering you will change your underwear.(obviously) I want you to wear briefs.”

Cackling manically about my evil genius, I started preparing Dinner. I opted for Ben's favorite (french fries and chicken nuggets) to at least appease him a little bit.

Predictably, Ben was contend to hole up in his room. So once dinner was ready I had to command him to come out.

I had to stifle a guffaw.

In front of me was Ben, wearing nothing but a pair of white briefs with very colorful pictures of Barney on it. That's the dinosaur, not the Flintstones character.

“Oh Ben, you look absolutely adorable!”, I giggled. “I'm happy to know they still fit.”

Ok. I have to explain.

Naturally, Ben, being a 18 year old healthy young man, does not exactly have a lot of briefs in his drawers. In fact, I was pretty confident that the only pair of Briefs he still owned, was the one I gifted him for Christmas when he was 15 years old.

Amazingly enough, Ben didn't chuck them into the trash right away and kept them all these years.

Isn't Ben the bestest, greatest brother ever?

“I look like a toddler. So not only are you into your brother but you are a pedophile as well.”

Actually scratch that. He is a brat and this is righteous retribution.

“Sit and eat before I make you perform the Barney song.”

While we took our tasty evening meal, I had Ben show me the changes he made to his social media. As expected, he choose sites that weren't linked to his real name. I was of course aware of that loophole, but I'm not a monster, so that was a perfectly fine compromise.

“I'm surprised you used your butt and birthmark picture though.”

“My face isn't on them”, Ben commented. “Which makes it a safe choice.”

I nodded. “That makes sense, I guess. Still, you know there will probably be at least one person out there that's gonna masturbate to your butt.”

“Can we not talk about this while eating?”

“Sure, sure”, I agreed while munching on a fry. “Don't worry. The chance of one of your classmates accidentally stumbling over your pictures is pretty slim.”

Ben winced.

“I guess if it does happen, you would be pretty embarrassed”, I mused. “I suppose you could claim you lost a bet or that this is your doppelgänger. Every person has one of those after all.”

“Please just stop talking.”

I giggled and decided to cut Ben a break. I really wanted him to enjoy his dinner, but Ben was completely paranoid, constantly scrolling through his phone. Seriously, he need to learn to relax, the chance of anyone noticing his absolutely miniscule.

Ben cursed.

My humiliation senses where tingling. “What is it?”

“N-nothing!”, Ben replied, way too flustered. Wow, he would suck at poker.

“Tell me what happened”, I insisted.

“I just got a private message.”