Whodunnit/Home/Willy/RPS/Round 3 Lose, 0-3
"Paper!"
"Noooo!" You cry to no avail, as Willy wins your last remaining clothes. "Well, I'll be taking your shirt now." Willy crows. "You know, you really suck at this game."
You start sobbing as Willy approaches you. "I know I said I'm good at Rock, Paper, Scissors... but I thought you would have won at least one round by now." You continue crying as Willy grabs the bottom of your shirt, ready to pry it off you.
"Well, arms up." Willy's order shocks you momentarily. That's right... in order to pull your shirt off, you'll have to raise your arms to sky. But then there won't be anything to cover your crotch!
"Willy... can I turn around?" Maybe it won't be as embarrassing if you are facing away from him. "What, you want me to see your butt, huh?" Willy thinks for a bit, and then answers "Nope. You gotta stay facing me."
You start crying again, but Willy seems to be unmoved by your tears. Slowly you let go of one hand, and then the other, and raise them into the air. You close your eyes, blushing profusely, as Willy pulls your shirt up.
He slows down after he reaches your shoulders. The fabric slowly rises over your head. "Willy, hurry it up, okay?" You can't see Willy's expression, but you can imagine the look he must have on his face when he answers you. "Nope. I'm enjoying the view, after all."
If you weren't blushing before, you certainly are now. Your ten year old cousin was ogling your naked body, and you were helpless to do anything about it. The thought of his gaze roaming all over your body sends shivers up your spine.
After what seems to be an eternity, your shirt is pulled free, allowing you to return your hands to your front. With one arm, you hide your breasts, and the other covers between your legs again. After placing your shirt with your other clothes, Willy returns to his position in front of you. "Well, if I win one more time, it's all over."
Wait a minute! Something doesn't add up. "We're playing again?" Willy nods back. "But I don't have anything else to take off if I lose..."
Willy's smirk gets even nastier. "The one who wins the fourth time gets a special prize." A special prize? You have a bad feeling about this... Willy eyes your naked body up and down, and then continues. "Whoever's the first to win four games gets to touch the loser wherever they want."
What?! He's going to touch you?! From the way this game has gone, you can only imagine what Willy wants to do. Your privates! Willy wants to fondle your privates! But Mommy said that you weren't supposed to let anyone touch you there...
"But... I'm not supposed to let anyone touch me... there..."
"Oho, so you've already resigned yourself to losing, have you?" Willy folds his arms in front of him in satisfaction. "Well, I can't blame you. After all, you haven't won a single round so far. In order to win, you would have to beat me four times in a row." Willy looks smug as he looks you over again. "Yeah, that's not happening."
Once again, his confidence irks you. "Nuh-uh! I'm definitely gonna beat you! Let's do it!" You raise the arm over your chest in front of you, ready to begin round four.
Willy chuckles to himself. You can almost hear him mutter 'Too easy' to himself. Yeah, you've probably just been tricked again, but no matter. You just have to make him pay for this by beating at his own game. You wind up like a pitcher, ready to throw your best fastball.
"Rock, Paper, Scissors!"