A little something off the top

Once you see Hannah slink into the bathroom to wash up, you split off toward the laundry room, to hang your wet shirt on the basket rim. Hopefully it will be dry by the time you come back. Even if it’s not, you’re going to retreat into the comfort of your own room after this, so dampness of the shirt variety will be rather moot.

The physical preparation is out of the way. All that’s left is to get in the right mindset. You try to quell your increasing unease and dysmorphic fears by hyping up the experience you’re about to get. A quick peek in your phone shows that Hannah’s about halfway to leveling up, which is good as far as getting you closer to unlocking more features. Not only that, but it will make your hot sister even more kinky and sexual with you! Except in her case, becoming more sexual could just bring you more discomfort. She’ll probably plant spy cameras in the bathroom or something with your luck. You will never be free from your older sister’s lecherous gaze.

However, being a registered subject means Hannah won’t be free either. She’s already unable to stop looking at you. With a few more levels, it’s likely she won’t be able to cut you from her life. Forget addicted to staring, she’ll be addicted to You. With that kind of power over her, you wouldn’t face any consequences for the way you act around her. She would give up anything to see you; hobbies, money, her independence, her already crumbling morals.

With that fantasy providing the warmth of a flushed body, you head toward the bedroom of your waiting sister. Worried about alerting her by messing with her knob, you listen at the boundary for signs she’s already started. There are some rustling and creaking noises, which might suggest it. On the other hand, the only way to confirm those are the sounds of a good time and not aging plywood is to push the door further open. Anticipation synesthetically tints your entrance a lively red.

Stepping inside Hannah’s room for the first time in a long time, you are greeted by the sight of her on her desk chair, leaned back against her bed for extra support. She’s ditched her leggings and has her right hand inside frilly panties. She reflexively pulls it out at the sound of your footsteps. “Did I do something wrong?” she rushes out before looking your way. “This is what you wanted me to do ri– where is your shirt!?” Her eyes are now locked on the two points standing at attention just below your eye line.

You shrug in a way that pumps your barren chest out. “It was wet, plus this way you have a better view for your favor!”

“Speaking of,” Hannah moves her hand from her crotch to her exposed thigh. “How exactly does this favor work? I thought you were going to peep on me masturbating, to like, teach me how ‘naked’ it feels.”

“Close, you’ve got the lesson wrong though.” You guide your sister’s hand back to her warm mound before retreating yours to her lower leg. Letting your fingers gently stroke her calves helps subtly build seconds. “I’m trying to show you I can be fun.”

Her fingers slip under the lace hem. “So just touch myself, to you?” she cautiously questions.

“Yep, that’s the favor,” you confirm, “I want you to get off to your sister for me.” You tilt your head as if an idea just occurred to you. “If you want to see anything specific, let me know and I can try to accommodate!”

Hannah’s arms tense up, but the coinciding pulse of her pupils tells you she’s enticed. “What do you mean ‘see anything’?”

“Y’know, parts, poses, actions” you answer teasingly. You run your shaky hand up and down her leg while putting all the warmth you can muster into your explanation. “I know my limits, and right now I’m in control of what part of me you get to see. I won’t do anything too uncomfortable, but there’s also no wrong requests. That said, you’re free to get off in silence if you prefer.”