His shirt.

Katrina took a deep breath and decided to concentrate on getting the job done. She'll start off slow and work up to the...difficult parts. She took a deep breath and steeled her nerves. "Lift your arms up, Ash." She said.

"Uh...okay..." Ash said slowly, a hint of confusion in his voice and he put his arms up over his head. Katrina leaned in and grabbed the bottom edge of his shirt. She began to pull it over his head. His taut stomach and muscular chest made her already quivering knees weak and she struggled to keep going. She had just about got to his head when Ash spoke up.

"Kat? What are you doing?" He asked.

"What? I'm taking your shirt off, silly." She responded.

"I didn't get my shirt wet, Kat. Just my pants." He explained. Katrina's face flushed.

"Oh!" She dropped his shirt back down and covered her mouth. "Uh...sorry!"

"Welcome back to planet Earth." Ash said. "Are you okay? Your mind is like a thousand miles away."

"I guess I'm just a little...uneasy." She admitted. "This is a little tougher to do than I imagined."

"They're just jeans, Kat. Buttons and zippers. Basic tools."

"Not that, you jerk!" She pouted. "I mean...undressing you is a little more embarrassing than I predicted."

"Sorry if this sounds insensative, but you're going to have to get used to it. I can't do diddly-shit by myself, much less dress myself. I need your help, Kat." He looked into her eyes. "If it helps, just imagine me naked."

Against her mind's pleading, she did. Her face went bright crimson and she let out a strangled cry. "That doesn't help!" She shrieked.

"No wait. I'm thinking of public speaking." Ash said with a smirk.

"You jackass." Katrina huffed. Well, his actic worked, kinda. Now she was more annoyed with him than turned on. "Fine. Let's just do this. She reached down and unbuttoned his pants then pulled the zipper down. Taking a deep breath, she grabbed the edge of his jeans and pulled them off his hips and onto the floor, leaving him in a pair of blue boxers. To her horror, she noticed the front of his boxers were wet as well.

"Oh, God...your boxers are wet too?" She asked.

"Appears that way. I'll need a new pair of those as well." Ash commented nonchalantly. Katrina had no idea how he could act so calm about this. He didn't even have a hint of a blush or anything, and she was sitting over here with a red face and a damp pussy. It wasn't fair, dammit!

"O-okay." She said. "I'll just take your boxers off as well." Her hands neared then thin fabric and she noted with fear that they were trembling. She tried to command her hands to calm down, but to no avail.

"All right. Do it, Kat." He instructed, trying to get her moving. Katrina slowly grabbed the elastic band of his boxers with her trembling fingers. She was touching his skin lightly and she knew he could feel her shaking. Somehow, she felt weaker than her disabled 'brother'. "Now," Ash continued lowering his voice to a deep, sensual baratone, "make it sexy."

Katrina's face beamed a red glow again and she could feel her cunt tremble and quiver at his voice. It was the kind of thing he would say to her in her fantasies. She looked up at him with an incredulous look of terror. "Oh, come on, Kat!" Ash said, catching her look. "I was joking!" Katrina didn't know whether to sigh in relief or deck Ash in the face. "You know, you need to loosen up some. Find some humor in the situation or this is going to be very awkward for both of us."

Too late for that, Katrina thought. But he was right, she needed to stop thinking so seriously. She felt a small smile carress her lips. Fine. He wants funny, huh? She grabbed the edge of his boxers again and yanked them off with one smooth motion.

"Whoa!" Ash yelled at the unexpected move. He was now naked from the waist down. Katrina's eyes glanced at his penis and she knew her pussy was getting even wetter at the sight of his limp cock. God, she thought, even flaccid it looks huge. She quickly drew her gaze away before she started to drool and gathered her confidence back.

"Sexy enough for you?" She winked at Ash.

"I wouldn't reccommend it with your boyfriends." Ash commented. "You nearly yanked me off the bed."

"I guess I'll just have to try harder next time." She faked a sigh. Her eyes darted back down to his dick for a second, long enough for her to get another good eyefull, then she looked back up. "Well, you may be older than me, Ash, but I guess I can really call you 'little brother' now." It was an outright lie, of course, but he had embarrassed her earlier and she wanted some ****.

"Ouch." Ash said, wearing a wounded look. Katrina couldn't tell if it was real or not. There seemed to be some actual wounded pride in his eyes. "I said to find humor in the situation, not cut me down."

"Not so funny on the recieving end of the teasing, huh little brother?" She giggled and went over to his drawer to fetch another pair of boxers. She returned to him with a green pair. She bent down and helped his feet through the holes. Then she pulled them up over his waist, trying extremely carefully not to touch his dick. Part of her was dying to brush against it, but she didn't want to take the chance of him noticing she was doing it on purpose.

"There. Let me get you a pair of jeans." She said and went back to the dresser. Seconds later, she heard Ash's voice.

"Ah, dammit."

"What?" Katrina asked turning around. She noticed the issue immediatly. His cock had slipped through the hole in the front of his boxers. He was trying to grab his dick and stuff it back into the underwear, but was having no luck with his huge casts. It would almost be comical to Katrina, if it didn't turn her on so much.

"There's no button to hold the hole closed on this pair." He growled. "Don't worry. I think I almost have it. Dammit!" He muttered as he failed again. Katrina stood there, fidgiting with her shirt absent-mindedly. Should she help him? Could she do it without revelaing herself? She bit her lip in frustration.