Making the Team/Mary and Stacy, stripshow
You have heard the music before already, but now that you step into the room you are nearly blasted by the loud blaring of Hip-Hop rhymes and beats. You can't identify the source of it, but you also don't want to, as your eyes are pulled to the middle of the room. There, on top of the couch table, is your little sister Mary, awkwardly moving to the beats of the loud music, her face flushed with fear and excitement. And she is also half naked, her top pulled up, her skirt already gone and right now she is in the process of trying to pull down her panties.
Around the room the whole team is watching with big grins on their faces, several of them already beating their meat, others watching and laughing and hollering, but they all are in good spirits. Someone even had pulled out some money bills and threw them at Mary, to the delight of some others.
It should appal you, the sight of this should be a shock, but you find that you are downright relieved. You had feared that you would come back and see Mary already gang-raped by the whole lot, compared to that, this is harmless. And you also find that you are excited by the sight. You shouldn't be, you know you shouldn't, but seeing Mary stripping awkwardly for the boys, her flat titties on display and her smooth legs bare for everyone to see, shaking her underaged little ass on stage like some cheap stripper turns you on more than you would have thought possible. You are pulled from your daze as you feel your hand being grasped by Stacy and you look down to see her staring as well, biting her fingernails in nervousnes while holding onto your hand. You had nearly forgotten her.