Yes/Chad/Enough of this, try to go back to dinner

This is so crazy hot. But it's so crazy that you can't bring yourself to keep going. You turn away from your two sisters and walk toward the table.

"Hey, uh, how about we just finish dinner?"

"Oh, okay." Emily almost sounds confused.

"Yay! I'm hungry!"

You stand at the table staring down at your angry erection as your siblings join you. Emily sits down, still bottomless, and tucks back into her dinner with curious glances at you. Bree bounds past you with her sandwich, her saturated dress wetting her chair and dripping onto the floor.

"I love sammiches! How come your crotch is so big now, Chad?"

Emily can't hold back a giggle at that comment. She quickly covers her face, looking straight down at her plate. You flick at your hard on, raging and pulsing far too hard to fit back into your pants.

"I guess because I'm also a pervert, Bree," you announce, taking your seat.

"Oh," is Bree's short reply. She leans to one side, not so subtly trying to get a better look at your dick as it sticks straight up from your lap.

There's lots of awkward silence and sudden bursts of giggles throughout the rest of dinner. Neither of your sisters seem entirely sure how to address what just happened. Bree just keeps randomly mentioning how much she likes pickle juice. Meanwhile Emily seems to be trying to stealthily play with herself at the table while staring you down out of the corner of her eye. There's a huge puddle of piss to clean up still. Despite all of this, all you can do is stare down at the hand holding onto your junk. Specifically, the ring on your hand. Ever since you put it on you've been able to manipulate and control people so effortlessly. The power you now have is immense. And the first thing you did with it is to get as depraved and twisted as you could think of off the top of your head. If this is what you do in the first few hours, you can't even imagine what you'll be up to by week's end.

The thought occurs to you that you should probably straighten out Bree and Emily, but at the moment you don't entirely care. Whatever trouble comes of all this you should be able to easily work through with the ring. Still, you're calling the shots right now. Probably shouldn't descend into complete chaos so quickly.

"Bree, can you please take off your dress and hop into a fresh bath?"

"I guess so," Bree replies with a huff. In fact, she continues to grumble while she complies. "Two baths in one night... not fair..." She leaves the table and promptly shimmies out of her dress. She pulls her arms out first then peels the wet fabric down her thin frame. Her ill-fitting white panties are quite damp, sticking to her skin in unexpected places. Turning around to scamper away reveals the wedgie working its way up her behind, her underwear formed tightly to each cute little cheek.

You can finally tuck your relenting erection back into your pants. Emily looks away when you do so, as if afraid she's now been caught. You look back briefly at the puddle on the floor and are again reminded of Em's current state of dress.

"You shorts are still over there," you mention to your sister.

"I know," she says with a smile.

"Did you... er, you can grab them if you want." You have to stop yourself from asking her a question you don't want the ring answering.

"I know," she repeats somewhat sheepishly. "But, you know, it's kinda fun. More fun than I ever woulda thought. And you also... nevermind."

"What?" you ask. "Go on, you can tell me."

"Well... you liked seeing me like this. And I, sorta, liked you seeing me..." Her admission causes her to blush.

"Is that why you've been masturbating under the table?"

Em gasps after that now familiar twitch. "Yes... I just couldn't help it!"

You didn't mean to ask that. You never actually saw her do anything. For all you know she was just playing with her shirt. But now you won't know the truth. As far as she's concerned she's been jilling away since she sat down.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to call you out like that. It's not a big deal. Especially since we're all a bunch of perverts now," you add with an understanding smile. Emily smiles back at you dreamily then turns away and plays with her hair. She's really nervous.

"If... if you need any more help with your anatomy homework..." she starts. She doesn't finish, trailing off into silence and unable to continue.

What do you do?

• Take Emily up on her offer
• Go upstairs to help Bree with her second bath
• Try to deal with all of this pee somehow Request (try and use the ring to do it) --Notsooldpervert (talk) 15:31, 21 February 2017 (CET)