An awkward breakfast

The rest of breakfast unfolds in relative quiet as you bask in your accomplishment while Caitlin awkwardly scrambles some fresh eggs and makes some toast. In particular, you love the sight of her having to bend over to grab a bowl from below the sink, her tightly stretched panties doing practically nothing to hide her pussy or puckered back hole and you make sure to snap a quick picture of the image with your phone. Every once in a while she tries to adjust the painfully tight wedgie you’d left her in or step out of her lowered sweats but each time you tsk sharply like you’re scolding a dog and she stops.

When she’s done preparing the meal, Caitlyn shuffles over to the table and lays out a plate for you. She starts to move over to another chair with her own plate but you have a sudden thought and push back your chair with a little squeal.

“No need to sit way over there sis. Come sit with your bro,” you encourage while patting your lap meaningfully.

Her pink face blushes red again but she doesn’t protest and awkwardly lowers her bared ass cheeks down onto your thigh. Wrapping an arm around her waist, you can’t resist bouncing your leg a bit just to watch her jiggle and feel her soft butt bounce against your thigh. Keeping your leg vibrating steadily, you start eating your own breakfast without uttering another word.

Caitlyn does her best to eat her own breakfast but her discomfort, awkward position, and bouncing seat cause her to spill some eggs down her front. Given all the other humiliation she’d been through that morning; it shouldn’t have affected her but she still feels her blush deepen each time it happens. Something about failing at a task as simple as eating just reinforces how weak and pathetic she already feels.

She ultimately doesn’t speak again until you’re done eating. “Um, John?”

“Yeah Cait?” you respond while sitting back with a satisfied sigh.

“It’s uh, it’s just, can you please let me out of the wedgie,” she begs.

“Hmm,” you hum in mock consideration and, just to prove you can, snake one hand up to grope one of her small but perky tits over her shirt. You grunt approvingly when the uninhibited feel of a rapidly hardening nipple proves she isn’t wearing a bra. “I don’t know Cait, I think you look pretty good like this. Maybe you can go to sleep tonight dangling from my bedroom ceiling by your cute pink panties.”

“Johhhhnnnn,” your sister whines while wriggling in your loose embrace. Fresh tears of embarrassment glimmer in her eyes and she looks down, refusing to meet your eyes. “Please John, I have a date tonight. He’s a med student and a really nice guy.”

The thought of forcing her to show up to a date sporting an atomic wedgie instantly has you snickering with laughter, but you’re not sure if even you can bully her into that. Besides, the idea of her dressing up and trying to act classy in public and in front of a guy she likes fills you with wicked thoughts. For now, though, you slap on a stern expression like a dad debating on whether or not his daughter can go to the mall with friends.

“Ok, you can change your clothes for your date tonight,” you finally agree. “But in exchange, I expect you to leave the wedgie alone until then. In fact, go ahead and get down on all fours for me.”

Her expression shifts from relieved to worried in a heartbeat but a glimmer of hope remains at your concession and she obediently slides off your lap and onto the floor. Snapping another quiet pic with your phone, you quickly get up yourself and hurry to your room. A few seconds of fishing through the hamper later you come back downstairs with a pair of long tube socks you’d recently worn to the gym. Moving over to your sister, you tie one end of a sock around the back of the T formed by her wedge before gripping the other end tight.

“Alright Cait,” you say while stepping around to her front with the sock held tightly in hand and planting a foot on her shoulder. “Lower that fat ass of yours all the way to the floor open your mouth.”

Her mouth quivers with unspoken protests but she complies, forcing her ass down while you pull up on the sock, tightening her already painful wedgie even more. By now, the poor undergarment should had ripped apart and freed her but it refuses to do so. Instead it stretches further and further into a taught sling splitting her pussy and ass. With a groan of effort, you **** the edge of the gusset over your sister’s head and shove the unknotted end of the dirty gym sock into her waiting mouth.

“Bite down,” you order even as her eyes bulge in disgust. “Do it Caitlyn, or I’ll put something worse in there.”

Shivering at my threat, she complies and bites down on the sock, allowing me to let go. The underwear pulls taut and her head yanks back a bit but she doesn’t open her mouth, locking the wedgie in place. Stepping around, you lean over her back to grab the front of her underwear. With another heavy groan, you yank the front of her pink boyshorts up to her mouth. With nimble movements that you wouldn’t have been able to pull off yesterday, you pull the sock free of her mouth and tie it under the front T of her underwear before letting go. The end result was that the pink underwear was stretched pencil thin up her ass crack and back before flattening across her scalp and stretching back down to meet the frontal wedgie in front of her face. As a finishing touch, you ball up the remaining sock and shove it into Caitlyn’s gasping mouth.

You sigh as you squat down and admire your handiwork. Your confident, proud, beautiful big sister is now squatting miserably like a frog with her underwear stretched into something that makes a slingshot bikini look modest. Her face is a mosaic of shame and humiliation and her bright green eyes glimmer with tears.

“Beautiful,” you croon while running a hand through her hair like you’re petting an animal. “You’re going to stay trussed up just like this for me, ok Caitlyn? If you behave and don’t try to wiggle out, you can get all dressed up for your big date. If not, I guess we’ll see what he thinks of you hoisted from a flagpole.”

Getting up, you start to walk away before turning back. “By the way, be a dear and wash the dishes for me kay? I’ve got a lot to do today.”

You can’t help but laugh wildly as you walk out the door and head off to find your next target.