Trapped

She opens the door a little more. A hook snatches her shirt and hoists itself up. “Ahhhhhhhh!”she screeches. She runs down the stairs, quickly. She trips and flings herself to the bottom. She gets up and dusts her almost naked body off. CLICK! Mia stops and turns to see Drew with a coincidentally hot picture of her in her underwear. “What the hell?”she asked confused.

“****,”Drew says calmly, “In case you feel like telling mom anything.” She just goes along with it without a word. She feels defeated but then remembers her state. Drew looks down to see her boobs still big, although restrained by a bra and even lower to see her panties barely able to hold her ass. She runs back up to the trap but slips midway. She looks up to the place where she was relieved of her top, however no top was seen. She raced up to the door.

“Alright, give it up. Which of you has my shirt?”Mia says, irritated

“Uh, neither?”Audrey replies.

“What the hell do you mean? I saw the hook take my blouse and now it isn’t there.”

“Well we were waiting for this to blow over.” Mary Kate nodded. Mia walked downstairs. She slowly turned her head towards her little brother, who is sitting in a chair, watching YouTube on his iPhone. She cleared her throat. He turned to see her face him, hands on her hips.

“Where. Is. My. Shirt?”Mia asked, intimidatingly.

“I don’t know. Did you check the hook? Cuz if it ain’t there I don’t know what to tell you.”

“Well its not there, so you don’t know what to tell me.” He shook his head. His eyes wandered her body, again, this time stopping at the breasts. “I will do what it takes to get you to stop.” He remained silent at her boobs, still. “I have friends here and this day has given me enough shit. So you can pull these pranks to get me dressed less or naked to change it up.” He continued to gaze in awe. “Today, though, I just need you to do your own thing.” His eyes widened. “Do you think you can do that? Hmm? Leave us alone?”

“Y-Y-Your, um, br-bra is kinda, uh, disappearing?” He mumbled. She looked down and watched her bra go from slightly translucent to invisible to gone. She, too, remains staring at her boobs.

“Is this one of your tricks?” She said, worried, but still looking at her exposed breasts. Drew stood in fear. He mumbled so quietly, it could be in a microphone and still be considered a whisper. “Well, yes or no, dammit?”

“N-No, No.”

“Hold up,” she looked at him intensely, “are you-? Does me getting naked brother you?” He looked nervously. “She tickled him and pressed her boobs down on him. He squirmed in embarrassment. She unzipped his fly. He rolled out from under her.