Incest Seduction/Hand Cam your g-string
This is Zack's fault. He set this in motion, opening your dress and inviting people to flirt with you more, all of which brought you here. But you aren't mad. You can't say you hate the attention you've been getting. Guys openly telling you how hot you are is intimidating and scary but it really does make you feel sexy. And if that's what happens when you dress like a slut, then being treated like one is - to a point - also kinda hot. That stupid bitch of a girl looked down on you for embracing your own sexuality (Ugh, you're starting to sound like mom) and flexing your new figure. Well fuck that girl. She sure isn't going to stop you.
Zack might have started this but you could have walked away from his punishment and you could still walk away now. The real point is that you don't want to. Yes, being stuck in these situations is nerve wracking and a little humiliating. But there's more to it than that. Sometimes it's fun to be told what to do, to be forced into something. Sometimes scary is exciting. A part of you likes being leered at and lusted over. And another part of you wants to be true to your alter ego, this new ultra-sexy version of yourself that you're trying out, no different than your outfit. You now have an image to protect.
And with all that in mind, having taken a moment to think it though, you huff at Cam and step out of your g-string. You then hold it out for him with an air of disinterest and boredom, as if you were expecting this to happen the whole time.
"Happy now?"
Cam raises an eyebrow then smiles. "Yeah, that'll do," he nods, pocketing your paltry panties. "Maybe a spin too?" You slowly turn in place, careful to not disrupt your apron, and let your boss eye up your now truly bare hips, not to mention your shapely flawless teenage bum. "Yeah, that is very nice. All right, well... get back to work. I gotta go talk Bev off a cliff and out the door. She's probably gonna blame me for this shit."
As soon as Cam walks away you feel sooo naked. Shifting from foot to foot you play with your apron-dress-whateverthisisnow and try to swallow the butterflies in your stomach. Thankfully hardly anyone is paying attention to you. They probably didn't want to get sucked into the drama once they knew there wouldn't be a cat fight and went back to getting drunk. But even if your act of self-punishment went mostly unnoticed by the room you're already feeling it.
You haven't worn much in the way of thongs before, let alone g-strings. Having fabric running down between your cheeks, resting against your asshole, was pretty uncomfortable; More like a constant wedgie than something you actually felt was sexy. But going from that to having nothing between your cheeks is a very noticeable change. Even though you are wearing a fraction less fabric, literally the least you could have removed, you find you feel a million times more exposed.
It's hard to not clench your bum as you start walking through the crowd again. You had gotten so used to walking around the party in this skimpy outfit but now it's as if it's your first time all over again. You still get hit on plenty, but no more than a minute ago. The partiers haven't noticed your latest wardrobe alteration. They were going to stare at your ass cheeks g-string or not.
The one thing you make sure to not stop doing is flirting. Even after weird creepy groping guy and the self righteous bitch, flirting makes sense. It makes you feel more in control. Like it's better to tease the way that you'd like to than to get pushed around, although It's a tricky tightrope to walk. But most of the guys here have been really funny and friendly and they make you want to flirt with them. Obviously they're way more experienced than you at this sort of thing. You're still figuring out how it all works, but you've been having lots of fun doing it and a few bad apples aren't going to spoil your fun.
Unfortunately, between your preoccupation with your open behind and openly flirting more than ever, you manage to screw up an order. The guy teases you about it really hard and you throw everything you've got at him. You go back and forth for a while, flexing your sassiness for all it's worth, really mouthing him off, throwing all sorts of obscenities his way, which he's pretty amused by, that a girl so cute can get so nasty.
At first you were certain that you got his order right which is what spurred you to be so assertive and sassy, but after it dawns on you that you really did screw up you feel like a total failure. You're sure it shows on your face but you can't help it. Now you'll have to pay for his drink out of your tips. Are you really a bad waitress on top of all your other screw ups?
The guy catches on to your internal conflict bubbling to the surface and takes pity on you. "Naw, chill, I'll take it. Geez." He pays you for the drink, and even tips you a paltry dollar, and you breathe a sigh of relief, quickly restoring your composure.
"Yeah? Well... that's good! I accept your apology. Maybe your pussy and mine can be friends now!"
He chuckles and shakes his head. "Goddamn girl. How many dicks you gotta suck to make your mouth so dirty?"
After playing with one of your pigtails you look at him and reply, deadpan, "Thirty-seven." You at least get him to laugh.
"Holy shit! Do you suck dick better than you waitress! I fucking hope so!"
Not willing to drop the sass, you put your hand on your hip and tease, "Wouldn't you like to find out?"
You're not sure if he takes it the wrong way, but a moment later he's got his pants open and shakes his soft dick in front of you, right out in the open. "Fuck yeah! Give it a lick!"
If you hadn't had your fill of familial dick this morning you might have been thrown by the sight of this one at a party, but you hardly miss a beat. "Oh! I'm sorry! You're too small for this ride!" You heard that in a video once. You're just glad it came to mind. He laughs and shakes his dick around some more while his friends roast him after your burn.
"Put that away you pitiful fuck!"
"You got the cock of an eighth grader."
"Shit, how big you gotta be to ride then?"
"What, you got a size chart or something?"
"Yo! There's one here! Zack! Zacha-REE! Hey, where's cock-bat at?"
You feel a little nervous once they start looking for your brother, as if you're going to get found out at any moment. But really you're just happy to see him once he appears a moment later. You've seen less of him as the party has gone on and gotten busier. You don't even think he knows about you losing your g-string.
"Hey! Perfect! Okay, Zack," one of the guys starts, pulling your brother closer. "Kim asked to see the biggest cock in the room." No, you didn't. But okay. "I'm positive that's you. So help us out! Whip out that monster so we can see how big you gotta be for a ride with this chick!"
Zack tries to deflect at first, nearly as nervous as you, but he's clearly flattered to have his dick put on such a pedestal. He's also a little drunk, which helps. All it takes is two words from you to convince him to join in.
"I'm waiting..." you grin, tapping your foot impatiently.
"Yeah? Alright, alright. But I'm pretty sure you fucks want to see it more than she does."
Zack graces the small circle with a slow reveal of his large cock. You knew your brother was big, but until he's hanging right there next to another guy you had no idea just how well he was hung.
"Aw, is that it?" you tease. "I hope it gets bigger than that."
"Sometimes," he replies, his grin widening. "Usually takes some work first."
One of the guys laughs. "Yeah, work to not pass out once all your blood's in your fuckin dick!"
You take small slow steps toward your brother and then reach out, grazing the tips of your fingers down the top of his soft showy dick. "How much work?"
"I dunno. You'd have to find out."
You bite your lip nervously, perhaps even hungrily, before gently wrapping your fingers around Zack's shaft. You pump slow, lazily, letting the other guys watch and shout and jeer. It's a lot of fun feeling your brother's cock lift itself and stiffen in your hand. It's even more fun having other guys watch you do it. You hardly have to do anything, Zack's thick meat gradually lifting into the air as you tease him. But the onlookers are easily frustrated. You're apparently lingering too long for their liking and they are vocal about it, wanting you to do more.
With their encouragement you start pumping Zack more purposefully, working more and more life into him. With only a handful of deliberate strokes you return him to his familiar self from this morning, long and proud and hard as steel. You take half a step back just so you can get a better look. The other showy guy still had his dick out, jerking off right up until this moment, but it seems he doesn't want to be compared to Zack's "final form" and promptly puts himself away.
"I guess you are pretty big, huh Zack?"
"You just noticed?" Zack replies with a chuckle.
You're still touching him and you close the distance again to play some more. You pull his sheath all the way back to fully expose the already slick head of his dick. Then you lift him, pushing his cock up against his shirt and pressing on the underside of his shaft, gliding your palm and fingers up and down, diving down over his balls and all the way up his impressive length.
Zack slips his hand around the side of your bare waist and starts rubbing the small of your back. When you start playing with his foreskin again, teasing his head, his hand drifts lower to one of your bum cheeks. You swear he can grip one whole side of your tight ass with his manly hand. But he just glides over your cheek, running over onto your hip, bouncing between them a few times, merely cupping you and making your skin tingle, before coming up your back again.
This is too crazy. Obviously you can't just do your brother in the middle of a party. Right? And especially not when you're supposed to be waitressing. But you hope your audience is satisfied. You stop there, stepping away from your brother and wiping off the precum you've collected on your fingers onto your apron.
"Yeah. You, umm... You're pretty big." You're flustered enough that you unintentionally revert back to regular old Kimmy. It's hard to be witty now that your thoughts are drowning in the memories of your brother's huge incestuous dick stretching you open this morning. And now that you've disappointed a whole group of guys who were expecting to see something interesting they start groaning and shouting their discontent.
"Kim are you gonna suck this magnificent fucking cock or not? Just look at that thing! This man deserves a blowjob whenever he goddamn wants! Fuck I want you to suck him more than me!"
"Shit, I'd pay money to see that!"
"I'll put in ten bucks."
"Twenty!"
The guys start chattering and throwing out numbers and it takes a moment to figure out who is serious and who isn't. Once they get sorted you're hit with an official offer.
"Kim, even though you should be paying for the privilege, we will pay you $100 to suck this man's cock!"