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You look up from your sister's tight snatch and lock eyes with her. She's blushing fiercely, her empty glass of pee in one hand and her shirt raised with the other, staring down at you with adoration. And now you feel guilty. You didn't mean to mess with Emily this much, even if this is pretty hot. Your morals creep their way forward, but you quickly console yourself with the thought that you at least have some amazing pictures and videos of what just went down. | You look up from your sister's tight snatch and lock eyes with her. She's blushing fiercely, her empty glass of pee in one hand and her shirt raised with the other, staring down at you with adoration. And now you feel guilty. You didn't mean to mess with Emily this much, even if this is pretty hot. Your morals creep their way forward, but you quickly console yourself with the thought that you at least have some amazing pictures and videos of what just went down. | ||
Putting your phone away, you stand and consider how to best fix this. | Putting your phone away, you stand and consider how to best fix this. | ||
"Em... aren't you... a little old to still be drinking your pee every night?" | "Em... aren't you... a little old to still be drinking your pee every night?" | ||
She scrunches up her face a little before examining her glass. "I guess so. But you've always said age is just a number," she quickly counters. Seems you need to be more direct. | She scrunches up her face a little before examining her glass. "I guess so. But you've always said age is just a number," she quickly counters. Seems you need to be more direct. | ||
"Can we just agree that this was the last time you'll ever drink your pee at dinner?" | "Can we just agree that this was the last time you'll ever drink your pee at dinner?" | ||
"Okay," she nods, handing you her warm glass. She accepted that much more easily. | "Okay," she nods, handing you her warm glass. She accepted that much more easily. | ||
"How come Emily was drinking her pee?! That's gross!" | "How come Emily was drinking her pee?! That's gross!" | ||
"No it's not!" Emily shoots back at her little sister. "Besides, I've been doing it forever. It's not my fault you never noticed." | "No it's not!" Emily shoots back at her little sister. "Besides, I've been doing it forever. It's not my fault you never noticed." | ||
You definitely can't stop here. There's still ''way'' too much baggage to sift through. | You definitely can't stop here. There's still ''way'' too much baggage to sift through. | ||
"Girls, can you stop talking about this?" | "Girls, can you stop talking about this?" | ||
The two of them instantly stop, first looking to you, then glancing back at each other with combinations of disgust and annoyance. Again, not good enough. | The two of them instantly stop, first looking to you, then glancing back at each other with combinations of disgust and annoyance. Again, not good enough. | ||
"Can we all just act like everything is normal? How about you both pretend the last ten, er... fifteen minutes never happened, okay?" | "Can we all just act like everything is normal? How about you both pretend the last ten, er... fifteen minutes never happened, okay?" | ||
"Okay," they both nod in unison. Emily walks back to the table and sits down, grabbing her sandwich. Bree looks around blankly, somewhat confused. She seems to be a little lost. | "Okay," they both nod in unison. Emily walks back to the table and sits down, grabbing her sandwich. Bree looks around blankly, somewhat confused. She seems to be a little lost. | ||
"How did I get here?" she ponders aloud. | "How did I get here?" she ponders aloud. | ||
You take a deep breath. If that's the most you have to worry about this should be smooth sailing. | You take a deep breath. If that's the most you have to worry about this should be smooth sailing. | ||
"Don't you remember taking a bath and then coming down for dinner?" | "Don't you remember taking a bath and then coming down for dinner?" | ||
"Yeah, of course!" she replies flippantly, her brain filling in the details. | "Yeah, of course!" she replies flippantly, her brain filling in the details. | ||
"Here, I'll grab your sandwich." | "Here, I'll grab your sandwich." | ||
You turn away toward the counter, your head swimming with the power, perversion, and exhilaration the ring is bringing you. | You turn away toward the counter, your head swimming with the power, perversion, and exhilaration the ring is bringing you. | ||
"Whose pants are these?" asks Bree. You turn around to see her picking up Emily's boy shorts and panties from the floor. | "Whose pants are these?" asks Bree. You turn around to see her picking up Emily's boy shorts and panties from the floor. | ||
"Oh, those are mine," Emily coolly replies. | "Oh, those are mine," Emily coolly replies. | ||
"D'you want them?" Bree asks, holding them out in front of her. | "D'you want them?" Bree asks, holding them out in front of her. | ||
Emily gives her sister a quizzical look. "What do you mean? I'm wearing them." | Emily gives her sister a quizzical look. "What do you mean? I'm wearing them." | ||
Okay. This is weird. What did you ask again? Act normal? Forget what happened? Emily was still baring her sex to you when you tried to fix this. So now she thinks she's fully clothed even though she's not. At least she's wearing a long shirt... | Okay. This is weird. What did you ask again? Act normal? Forget what happened? Emily was still baring her sex to you when you tried to fix this. So now she thinks she's fully clothed even though she's not. At least she's wearing a long shirt... | ||
"I'll take those," you butt in, swiping the clothes away from Bree and presenting her a plate of food instead. "Just sit and eat." | "I'll take those," you butt in, swiping the clothes away from Bree and presenting her a plate of food instead. "Just sit and eat." | ||
Bree complies, scampering to the table blissfully unaware of the piss chugging that just took place a moment ago. You toss Bree's bottoms aside, returning to your seat as well. The girls are back to their normal selves, some light chit-chat accompanying the rest of your meal. It's so strange knowing that Emily is wearing little more than a t-shirt and she doesn't even realize it. The ring is clearly powerful, but it's a power you need to wield carefully. It's clear that your vague desires might not always turn out as you expect. | Bree complies, scampering to the table blissfully unaware of the piss chugging that just took place a moment ago. You toss Bree's bottoms aside, returning to your seat as well. The girls are back to their normal selves, some light chit-chat accompanying the rest of your meal. It's so strange knowing that Emily is wearing little more than a t-shirt and she doesn't even realize it. The ring is clearly powerful, but it's a power you need to wield carefully. It's clear that your vague desires might not always turn out as you expect. | ||
"Can you both go get changed for bed?" you ask as you start to collect their plates. That should be enough to deal with Emily's half-dressed state. | "Can you both go get changed for bed?" you ask as you start to collect their plates. That should be enough to deal with Emily's half-dressed state. | ||
"Uh-huh!" | "Uh-huh!" | ||
"It seems early, but sure." | "It seems early, but sure." | ||
You're hardly even sure what to do with yourself now that you have so much power. Mom will be home soon, although you still have to take care of the dog. You watch as your sisters wander away from the table to fulfill your latest request. | You're hardly even sure what to do with yourself now that you have so much power. Mom will be home soon, although you still have to take care of the dog. You watch as your sisters wander away from the table to fulfill your latest request. | ||
'''Is that it?''' | '''Is that it?''' | ||
Revision as of 01:20, 20 February 2017
You look up from your sister's tight snatch and lock eyes with her. She's blushing fiercely, her empty glass of pee in one hand and her shirt raised with the other, staring down at you with adoration. And now you feel guilty. You didn't mean to mess with Emily this much, even if this is pretty hot. Your morals creep their way forward, but you quickly console yourself with the thought that you at least have some amazing pictures and videos of what just went down.
Putting your phone away, you stand and consider how to best fix this.
"Em... aren't you... a little old to still be drinking your pee every night?"
She scrunches up her face a little before examining her glass. "I guess so. But you've always said age is just a number," she quickly counters. Seems you need to be more direct.
"Can we just agree that this was the last time you'll ever drink your pee at dinner?"
"Okay," she nods, handing you her warm glass. She accepted that much more easily.
"How come Emily was drinking her pee?! That's gross!"
"No it's not!" Emily shoots back at her little sister. "Besides, I've been doing it forever. It's not my fault you never noticed."
You definitely can't stop here. There's still way too much baggage to sift through.
"Girls, can you stop talking about this?"
The two of them instantly stop, first looking to you, then glancing back at each other with combinations of disgust and annoyance. Again, not good enough.
"Can we all just act like everything is normal? How about you both pretend the last ten, er... fifteen minutes never happened, okay?"
"Okay," they both nod in unison. Emily walks back to the table and sits down, grabbing her sandwich. Bree looks around blankly, somewhat confused. She seems to be a little lost.
"How did I get here?" she ponders aloud.
You take a deep breath. If that's the most you have to worry about this should be smooth sailing.
"Don't you remember taking a bath and then coming down for dinner?"
"Yeah, of course!" she replies flippantly, her brain filling in the details.
"Here, I'll grab your sandwich."
You turn away toward the counter, your head swimming with the power, perversion, and exhilaration the ring is bringing you.
"Whose pants are these?" asks Bree. You turn around to see her picking up Emily's boy shorts and panties from the floor.
"Oh, those are mine," Emily coolly replies.
"D'you want them?" Bree asks, holding them out in front of her.
Emily gives her sister a quizzical look. "What do you mean? I'm wearing them."
Okay. This is weird. What did you ask again? Act normal? Forget what happened? Emily was still baring her sex to you when you tried to fix this. So now she thinks she's fully clothed even though she's not. At least she's wearing a long shirt...
"I'll take those," you butt in, swiping the clothes away from Bree and presenting her a plate of food instead. "Just sit and eat."
Bree complies, scampering to the table blissfully unaware of the piss chugging that just took place a moment ago. You toss Bree's bottoms aside, returning to your seat as well. The girls are back to their normal selves, some light chit-chat accompanying the rest of your meal. It's so strange knowing that Emily is wearing little more than a t-shirt and she doesn't even realize it. The ring is clearly powerful, but it's a power you need to wield carefully. It's clear that your vague desires might not always turn out as you expect.
"Can you both go get changed for bed?" you ask as you start to collect their plates. That should be enough to deal with Emily's half-dressed state.
"Uh-huh!"
"It seems early, but sure."
You're hardly even sure what to do with yourself now that you have so much power. Mom will be home soon, although you still have to take care of the dog. You watch as your sisters wander away from the table to fulfill your latest request.
Is that it?