Get back to the game

"All right, let's get back to it," you say, as your sister picks herself back up off the ground, blushing, her erect nipples showing through the tight material of her uniform.

"Yeah," she says, composing herself, "let's get back to it. It's time for... a challenge, right?" She pauses as the audience applauds, then a sly grin comes across her face. "Okay, let's get right back to it!"

Uh oh.

You're standing in the middle of a grassy field. All your friends are up above your head, flying.

"Come on, fly up here!" they yell to you. You jump a few times, but all you accomplish is jiggling your tits around, and while that's all well and good, you can't seem to make it off the ground.

"Wow, he can't even fly! What a loser! Let's get out of here, guys," they say, flying off into the bright blue sky.

You snap back to the game show room, where a big red X for failure is on the screen. You narrow your eyes at your stepsister.

"Really? That was the challenge?"

She giggles. "What do you mean? You failed the challenge! Time for your punishment..."

You sigh. This could start to be very bad for you.

"All right, let's look at the options.

"Option 1: Daddy's Little Princess!

"Option 2: Your Biggest Fan!

"Option 3: spin the wheel! Oh, actually, I like that, we should have a wheel." A big wheel with colored wedges appears in the middle of the stage. "Perfect! Now, which one to choose..."