Wynonna loses it all

The more embarrassed Waverly got, the stronger the thing inside her got, feeding off all the blushing and fidgeting and whimpering, both Waverly's embarrassment for herself and going commando under her pants and wearing nothing but a bra on top, and her second-hand embarrassment at seeing Wynonna in only a t-shirt and panties.

She kept close behind Wynonna and trembled. The clothes aisle wasn't far away.

Waverly liked to think it was her walking. It wasn't. By the time she noticed she wasn't in control though, she'd reached out and grabbed her sister's panties and pulled. They slid down Wynonna's long legs with frightening ease, Waverly's thumbs brushing past her toned ass as she pushed lower. Wynonna tripped before she coudl react as the panties reached her knees.

"Waves, what the hell?!" Wynonna said.

She managed to get back to her feet, only now her panties were in Waverly's hand. Waverly stared in disbelief at them herself, while Wynonna hid her sex behind both her hands.

Waverly moved her hand and for a second thought she was returning Wynonna's panties. Instead she grabbed Wynonna's shirt and squealed at what she was doing in the same second Wynonna yelled. Even when Wynonna tried to resist, and her lower half entered entirely into view as her shirt rose up and she fought back with her hands, there was no stopping the shirt tearing.

"Waves!" Wynonna said.

Waverly stammered, throwing Wynonna's panties too high on a shelf to reach. Her sister was stark naked in the shop.

"I didn't mean to do that," Waverly squealed.

"Yeah, because this is something people do by accident," Wynonna said. She tried to cover up with her arms, keeping her back as straight as she could, trying to look tall. "What is with you today?"

Waverly didn't know what to say. Explaining things felt impossible.

Wynonna reached for Waverly's bra, revealing her own breasts (and giving Waverly a few thoughts she'd insist were down to the demon in doing so). Waverly staggered back and blushed as she just moved out of the cover of the aisle.

"Those are mine," Wynonna said. "If you're going to ruin my clothes, I want mine back. This is your fault."

Her naked sister again reached out for her. Waverly felt bad for her, she did, but this wasn't her fault. Well, not exactly. And she didn't feel bad enough to want to be naked again!