lonelygodsmut

Help her. Clasp the bra the way she wants.

by lonelygodsmut

Chapter 2 in Bossy Big Sister

“Almost… got it,” you grunt. You yank hard one last time. The metal clasps finally catch with a sharp click, the bra stretched impossibly tight across her chest. {reader:sister\_name} lets out a short breath as she adjusts to the pressure. She doesn’t step away immediately. For...

Let go and tell her to figure it out herself.

by lonelygodsmut

Chapter 2 in Bossy Big Sister

You let go. The clasps snap apart with a sharp pop. The bra flies open, the sudden release of tension making {reader:sister\_name} gasp and clutch at the cups. She whirls around, eyes narrowed. “What the fuck is wrong with you?” One side of the bra has slipped completely. A fu...

Your sister comes home from her date frustrated.

by lonelygodsmut

Chapter 3 in Bossy Big Sister

Your attempts to focus after {reader:sister\_name} leaves yield mixed results. Studying is impossible. Even scrolling through your phone feels like you’re just distracting yourself. Eventually you give up and give in. Your hand starts creeping down towards that tension in your pa...

Your sister comes home from her date frustrated.

by lonelygodsmut

Chapter 3 in Bossy Big Sister

Introduction

by lonelygodsmut

Chapter 1 in Bossy Big Sister

{reader:sister\_name} is half-naked when she barges through your bedroom door without knocking. The thin straps of her yellow sundress have slipped off her shoulders. The dress hangs low, caught just beneath her chest, leaving the flowery black bra slung across her breasts on ful...