Whodunnit/Home/Willy/RPS/Round 6 Lose, 0-0
"Scissors!"
"Ah, nooo!" You've just lost your last piece of clothing! You shudder as Willy gets ready to strip your shirt off.
As Willy reaches his hands to the edge of your shirt, you glance down at his crotch. His penis is completely exposed while he pulls your shirt up. "Well? Arms up."
Willy's command breaks your study of his member. That's right! In order to pull your shirt off, you will need to uncover your own privates and raise your hands straight up. Soon Willy would see your pussy, just like you've been staring at his penis. The thought makes you hesitate, but Willy is quickly growing impatient. "Come on, hurry up."
"Give me a second to get ready, okay?" Willy scowls, but allows you to take your time. Slowly you uncover your crotch, raising one hand, and then the other, high into the air. You can feel yourself getting redder by the moment, blushing as your shirt rises higher and higher.
After your shirt reaches the top of your head, Willy pauses with it's ascension. When he doesn't move it for awhile, you ask him "Willy? What's wrong?" His answer makes you blush even more. "Don't mind me. I'm just staring at your privates just as much as you were studying me." Ah, he found out! With your hands still high above your head, you are helpless to stop Willy from gazing all over your exposed body.
You close your eyes, trying to block out the feeling of being scrutinized by your ten year old cousin. After what seems to be an eternity, Willy finally begins pulling your shirt the rest of the way up, allowing you to quickly return your hands back in front of your pussy. Willy smirks at you, "Payback from before."
He quickly throws your shirt on his bed by your other clothes, and then returns to his spot in front of you. "Well now, this will be the last round. Whoever wins this time gets to play with the loser's body however much they want." You nod to him, determined to win. It's not that you want to touch his naked body, but you are more afraid of what he will do to you if you lose. It all comes down to this last round. You steel yourself, as you both chant for the last time.
"Rock, Paper, Scissors!"