Confused

Stepping back, you admire your handiwork with immense pride. Caitlyn is slumped over the counter with her cute ass perfectly framed by her stretched pink panties. With how she was bent forward, the barest glimpse of her pussy was still visible with a tiny stretch of fabric like floss digging into her lower lips. Her face is flushed and humiliated with a few tears gathered in her eyes. In conclusion, she’s never looked more attractive to you.

“Oh, it’s splitting my ass,” Caitlin groans weakly before looking back at him with a glare. You can tell she’s trying to look angry but her face just appears confused and ****, like some part of her thinks there might be an actual justification for this. She also makes no move to escape from her predicament.

For a split second, you think about apologizing and trying to play it off as a one-time prank. After all, it’s not like you have anything against Cait. She’s always been a decent and kind older sister and the two of you actually got along really well up until this morning.

Before you can act on that thought though, the tingling need and hyper awareness of just how good it feels to see her embarrassed hits you. Trusting that feeling, you lift up a hand and swing it down at one of her exposed ass cheeks. The perky flesh actually bounces against her other cheek and sets her whole ass quivering as Caitlyn gasps in pain and discomfort.

“I’m looking out for you Cait,” you state cheerfully before swatting her other ass cheek. “Since Dad moved out, I’ve been thinking I should step up as the boss and part of that is just making sure you and Mom remember your place around here.”

Caitlyn moans weakly from the wedgie and spanks. “That makes no sense, asshole. You’re not in charge of me,” she protests but her voice lacks her usual confidence and certainty.

*Thwack!

You laugh as she groans after another swat to her rear before gripping the stretched gusset of her panties once more. Tugging sharply up and down, you laugh some more as her ass bounces on her wedgie and she starts moaning at the sensation.

“Certainly feels like I’m in charge,” you smirk teasingly. Stepping close behind her so that your thighs brush up against her shaking ass, you reach around with your other hand and slip it into the front of her underwear. Brushing your fingers teasingly past her little patch of hair, you quickly find her tightly pebbled clit and give it a pinch. At the sharp tug, your sister squeals and gasps but you start rubbing at her pussy while flicking her clit and her gasps take on a needy tone. “Face it Cait, I’m a strong, sensible man and you’re a weak, horny slut with her underwear over her head because I wanted it there.”

“Noooo,” Caitlyn whines even as you feel moisture building up in her pussy. “I’m not-, you’re not-, hah.”

Watching her pant and stutter with a humiliated face, you feel a raging tent build in your pants, but you decide to let her off easy for now. “Tell you what sis. If you just admit that I’m in charge, we can both just go and enjoy our breakfast. If you don’t though,” you add on with a tone that has her tensing up even more. “I’m going to grab my phone, search your room for whatever toys you have stashed away, and we’ll shoot a video of you getting yourself off with an atomic wedgie over your head.”

Her eyes widen in horror. “Please no,” she pleads, causing you to smirk victoriously.

“It’s easy enough to figure out Cait. Either I do own your ass and I can make you fuck yourself in front of a camera or I don’t own your ass and you can just say no.”

For several long seconds, Caitlyn just hunches there in quiet thought and you start to worry that she might actually try to seriously stop you, but then her body slumps in defeat. “You’re in charge, John,” she finally whispers weakly.

“That’s a good girl,” you smirk, letting go of her underwear but leaving it wedged up and over her head. You give your sister a gentle hug from behind and kiss her cheek softly. At the same time though, you pull your other hand, now wet with her fluids, out of her panties and brush it carelessly over her shirt-clad chest. “Now, go ahead and start breakfast over, would you? It smells like you burned the eggs.”

With a final chuckle and smack on the ass, you swagger over to the table while she starts cooking breakfast once more.