an alluring one

“And walk towards me while I twist your little body to my whims!” she smirked, finger prepped on the screen for whatever she had planned.

You obliged, hands balled up at your sides as you awkwardly tried to make your way closer to your sister’s lecherous gaze, walking upright but subconsciously hiding your body.

The urge to run or crawl down into a ball was immense but your sister’s demands rang clear in your mind, demanding that you follow to the letter.

“Yes….” she purred, her finger moving in step with your slow pace.

About halfway, you walked, a subtle sway to your womanly hips, your chest pushed up slightly even with your more submissive stance so others would still be able to see the swell of your padded chest.

Caris subconsciously shifted, spreading her legs and letting the heat from her wet crotch lift into the air, almost visible with how aroused she was.

Step by step you made your way closer until you took the last, her finger moving to the edge at last.

The last step you took with a massive sway to your hips, almost like you were trying to participate in some salacious play as a hooker. Your heels stood an inch off the carpet in your white socks, unaccustomed to not being decked out in your usual footwear of something which could push your knees apart and accentuate your ass a little better. Your chest pressed out proudly, seeming to add an inch or two to their size on your trim chest.

“Mmm!” your sister said, one pussy slickened hand at her chin as she took in your form.

“Alright, spin around.” she said.

You still felt in no position to question her and so you complied. Slowly you turned about, raising your hands above your short head. You shifted your hips, raised a knee, smoothly swayed from one position to the next, doing as you always do and making ever little moment of this transition as sexy and alluring as you could possibly make it be.

It was just a part of your nature, a way that you made your shy personality made known to the universe, by making every second of your existence as sultry and seductive as your naturally inclined body could do.

As you finished your little “turn” you came to face your sister once again. Down on the couch, she watched you with a clear hunger in her eyes, slouching as her own posture appeared forgotten.

“Down.” she said, voice deep and husky.

You blinked, taking a moment to process what that word could mean.

“DOWN.” she said, a bit of bite to her tone as she now motioned with her chin.

Your usual sultry grace flew by the wayside for a moment as you hurried to comply, the brief flash of anger in her eyes causing you to freak the fuck out.

“There we go…” she nearly moaned, her hand moving to your chin to caress lightly up the side of your jaw.

You shivered, unable to decide whether you would prefer to run and face your sister’s wrath afterward or to continue accepting whatever she had planned.

“Now” her voice shook with excitement “I want you to take off my pants.” she smiled down at you, still somewhat slouched with you in between her knees.

Your gaze shifted to that spot in between her knees, the one with the clear wet circle.

You felt aroused, there was no denying it, but were you willing to go through with this? To do whatever this twisted version of your sister wanted?

Your eyes darted to the side for a moment, noticing Caris’ hand holding your phone, forgotten for the moment.

Maybe there was a chance that you could make a play for your phone, undo the perversion changes and…

The fear that subsumed you at the prospect of actual physical confrontation made you almost forget that possibility outright.

But if it was the only way to possibly escape being turned into your sister’s play thing…

“Come on bro! I’m waaaaaaiiiiting!” Caris said, swaying her hips so that her clothed thighs bumped against you.