A starkers spring clean

After a night of drinking and partying, Steven Conklin was looking forward to a lie-in, and he wasn't best pleased when his mother threw open the curtains.

"Good morning!" she said, far too cheerily for someone in Steven's state. "You can't stay in bed all day, you're missing all the excitement!"

"W-what's going on?" he yawned, sitting up.

"Belly and Taylor were picked up by an officer of the law last night."

"Really? What for?"

"I called the police when the girls didn't come home last night. It was lucky I did call them, because...well, you'll see when you go downstairs."

Intrigued, Steven staggered out of bed, and after freshening up, headed downstairs.

Whatever he had been expecting, it wasn't this.

Belly and Taylor were doing housework stark naked! He wasn't too keen on seeing his younger sister's bare body, but he'd had a crush on Taylor ever since he'd seen her in a bikini.

He leaned against the door frame, silently watching the girls work, paying particular attention to the way Taylor's breasts moved as she scrubbed the worktop. He stared at her cute stomach as she twisted, and glanced longingly at her slender legs, and bare feet twitching on the cool kitchen tiles.

"Steven! Go away!"

Startled, Steven looked around to see his sister scowling at him, arms thrown across her torso.

Taylor gave a similarly panicked shriek as he calmly strolled into the kitchen.

"What are you doing?!"

"Making myself some breakfast," he replied in mock confusion to the girl who was now cowering behind the table.

He pulled some slices of bacon from the fridge, cracked some eggs into a pan, and started making a fry-up that would be the perfect cure for his hangover.

"Something smells good in here!" his mom said, entering the kitchen. "What are you two doing down there? Get back to work!" she chivvied Belly and Taylor out of their hiding place and assigned them new tasks.

While Belly was sent to make a start on the bathrooms, Taylor was left behind to finish making the kitchen spotless...which largely involved cleaning up Steven's mess. He'd deliberately been clumsy and enjoyed watching Taylor **** away while he ate. In the relative silence, he could hear her stomach rumbling.

"You hungry?" he winked at her as she threw another despairing look at his plate.

Her eyes lit up hopefully...only for Steven to polish off the last of his breakfast. Furious, she snatched his empty plate and added it to the pile of dishes she was cleaning.

Leaving the naked girl to shiver alone, he headed up to the bathroom, where Belly was applying the finishing touches.

"All finished? Thanks, Belly," he smiled at his sister, who was clutching cleaning products to her torso. As he closed the door in her face, he caught one final glimpse of her outraged expression.

xxx

A few minutes later, Steven emerged from the steam.

He grinned as he saw Belly's bare behind as she struggled with the vacuum cleaner.

"Do you think you can clean the bathroom when you've got a minute?" he asked her.

"But I've just-mom, tell him!" Belly stamped her bare foot in protest, pleading with their mother to take her side.

"You heard your brother," Laurel said, unsympathetic. "There's water all over the floor."

Angry and humiliated, Belly trudged back into the bathroom, sobbing when she saw that all of her earlier work had been for nothing.

As she grabbed a mop, Belly briefly held her bare stomach when it emitted another low growl. She was tired, so cold, and SO hungry...and she hadn't done anything wrong!

xxx

When Steven had dressed, he followed the sounds of commotion into his sister's room; where he found his mom packing up all of Belly and Taylor's clothes!

"What's going on?"

"Ah, Steven, good. If you can start packing Taylor's clothes into that bag."

While he was thrilled to be given the chance to rummage through Taylor's belongings, he did feel like he had to ask the important question.

"So why are we doing this again?"

"Belly and Taylor were picked up by the police this morning. Apparently, they'd been running around naked! If they don't care about their clothes, I thought they may get a new appreciation for them if they have to spend a few days without any."

A few days?! Taylor was going to be living in his house, stark naked...for a few DAYS?!

"That seems like a fair punishment," Steven grinned.

He studied Taylor's clothes as he stuffed them into a bag. He visualized her small feet twitching on the cold floor, longing to wear the socks he was confiscating. He thought her ass would sit comfortably in the panties he was admiring. And of course, the prize of his collection: Taylor's bras. Oh, how she would love to support her perfect chest in those soft cups. Instead, she would have **** but to use her hands, or allow them to bounce around.

This was going to be a fun week.