My brother had imposed 3 rules for me to follow,
1. Whenever at home, I am only allowed to wear maximum 2 pieces of clothing, including underwear,
2. During weekend and Sunday, whatever I do, wherever I go, at home or outside, I am only allowed to wear maximum 2 pieces of clothing, including underwear,
3. On top of the first and second rule, I shall wear whatever he asks; do whatever he asks, anytime, anywhere.
These rules served both of us well. The first two rules restricting me to wear only two pieces of clothing, I have plenty of chances to show off my body. My brother has plenty of chances watching my body. But nothing compare to the third rule. My brother has exercised his ‘power' conferred by the third rule to the fullest. He would demand me to lay on all four on the dining table with my naked ass pointing at him while he is taking his meal. He would demand me to clean his body without using my hands during his shower. He would come over to my bedroom in the middle of the night and press his hard on in between my ass cheeks, and most of the time his semen ended up on my bare back. But his most favorite was when I do the laundry in the morning, he would come behind me, stripe off whatever clothing that I may be wearing, push me down against the washing machine with my chest pressing on the top of the machine, my pussy vulnerably exposed to my back, then he would eat my pussy until it's all wet and slippery, grind his hard on against my swollen pussy until he cum all over my back. But one thing remains; he never actually fucks me though he could do it anytime he wishes.
I enjoying the new level of satisfaction that I never had before. I begin to enjoy the fun of wearing the revealing outfit that modified by my brother. And also enjoy being 'taken' by my brother for his gratification anytime, anywhere at home.
He also started to contact his old friends around Kuala Lumpur, expending his life circle. One weekend morning, he invited his friend to our house without my prior knowledge.
We always plan nothing on weekend morning, other than to have simple breakfast and reading (cause he like to ‘play' with me in the weekend morning). That morning he asked me to wear tight cotton short, which was modified into something more like a hot pant. At the back, an inch of my ass cheeks were exposed from bellow. The bottom panel was trimmed to just enough to cover my pussy, but most of the time, my lips were showing from the sides. The whole lengths of my long slim legs were beautifully bare in both front and back. The worn off knit tank top had two spaghetti straps holding them in place. The loose top covering two inches above my nipples down until just an inch above my belly button.
I was in the kitchen when the doorbell rang. I was curious, as I am not expecting anyone. But I heard Max got up almost immediately from the sofa and walked to the door. Then I heard the main gain opened. I walked to check on our visitor. He opened the door and I stood at his back. A man and a lady were waiting outside of the door.
"Hi! Max, how are you?"
"Very well, Mike. Good to see you,"
They casually patched each other's shoulders. Mike half turned to the lady behind him and introduced her to Max.
"Max, meet my girlfriend, Amy. Amy, this Max, my buddy in NUS,"
They shook hands then Mike looked at me and asked Max.
"I thought you were alone in KL?''
"Oh yes, let me introduce, this is Michelle," He stepped behind me, held my arms and introduced me.
"Hi, nice to meet you two,"
"Actually, Michelle is my girl friend for many years," My brother said while he kissed my cheek.
"You never tell me Max! Why so secretive?" Mike was surprised.
"Come inside, please," I invited them.
Amy came in first, followed by Mike. His eyes traveled up and down my body, before turning toward the sofa.
"From now on you are my girlfriend," My brother whispered to me.
"Yes, I'm your girlfriend from now on," I replied softly.
Max and Mike started chitchatting and I talked casually with Amy.
Amy was a Chinese girl. Her dark curly hair stops above her shoulders, framing her angel face. She was shorter then me but with tits likely to be bigger than mine. She wore almost like me; a tight short and a lycra tank top with her small bikini bra lightly outlined.
We like each other so much that we were like old friends after short conversation. Max and Mike also having goodtime sharing their stories. Occasionally, I found Mike steal glance at my tits but almost immediately moved his eyes away. A few times I caught him, but he just looked away pretend like nothing. Max later also discovered this special interest of his old friend.
"Michelle, I remember we still have some cheese cake. Why don't you give our friends some treat?" He asked with his mischievous smile.
"Oh yes! You two should try them," I happily stood up and walked to the refrigerator, my tits jiggled behind the loose top caused by my sudden fast actions.
I took the cheesecake at one hand, plates and spoons at the other hand walking towards the coffee table. I purposely stopped opposite to Mike with the coffee table separating us. I leaned forward with my knees straight to put thing in my hands onto the coffee table. Leaving the cheesecake at the center, I then distributed the plates and spoons around the cake. I saw my loose top just opened up and my two tits were showing. Dangling left and right when my arms squeezed them from time to time. Mike leaned forward as if to give me a hand. I looked up at him with a smile and caught him once again looking at my tits.
"Opps! Excuse me," I pretended to realize my exposure. Still leaning forward, I move both hand to my back to pull my top. The top opened further before I managed to pull the top.
"Ah! I forgot the knife," I went back to take the knife.
I knelt down in front of Mike to cut the cake. Now three pairs of eyes were looking down at my tits. The short strained to my ass. I felt the bottom panel pulled hard on the center of my pussy, squeezed my lips to their sides. Juice started to moist my short and erected nipples clearly visible although covered by the rather thick knit top.
Carefully I cut on piece of cakes and put it on the plates. I held the plate with two hands and handed it to Amy. Then I cut another for Mike. I held the plates with two hands, kept my arms pressed on my chest. My two tits were forced the center and pushed up like two melons.
"Looks nice," He again leaned forward and accepted the cake while looking at the cake, or my tits.
I cut another for Max and handed to Max. He didn't come forward to receive but stayed leaning on his sofa. I knew his intention. I stood up, used my left hand to support my slanting body and used my right hand to deliver the cake to Max. My tits once again threatened to fall out from my top. I look at Mike and found that he didn't look at my tits but looking at something further behind my back. I thought he was looking at my reflection on the TV screen. He was looking at my ass!
Lastly, I cut one for myself. I remained sitting on the floor to taste my cake, so they can enjoy my tit view and the cake at the same time. I look at Max with the "how's my show?" look, he replied with a satisfactory smile.
After finished the cake, I collected the plates and spoons to kitchen, of course flashed my tits from time to time. When I came back from kitchen, Max had taken out the Jengga from under the coffee table and suggested to play.
Amy was excited by the suggestion; she quickly reached beside the coffee table to clear a space for the game. Mike then agreed. I knelt beside Amy and helped Max to stack the woods.
"OK! What's the punishment?" Max asked.
"No need, just play for fun," Amy replied.
"Why not we play stripe game. The loser have to strip on piece of clothing," I suggested boldly.
"What! Strip game!" Amy was shocked by my suggestion.
Mike eyes opened wide but wearing a smile. He was happy with my suggestion. Max said 'Good suggestion', seemed happy with my suggestion too.
"No Mike, I can't do that," Amy anxiously looked at Mike. Her face was flushed.
"Don't worry, you are wearing the most number of clothing among us. Look at Michelle, I think she is definitely wearing lesser that you," He pointed at my tits while persuading Amy. I wandered why he was that sure that I am not wearing panty.
"No, I can't. I'm not playing and I don't want you to show you ass to Michelle," Amy was still defending. Mike was disappointed.
"OK! Why don't we play like this? Mike doesn't have to show his ass. I don't have to show either," Max gave his suggestion.
"Then how?" I asked.
"Well, let see…" Max looked up to the ceiling to think.
Few second later, he smiled and said "Yes" while looked at me with his mischievous smile.
"Let say we don't have to do what we don't like. We do what we like to do for punishment, for fun rather," He continued.
"How?" I was curious about what he is going to suggest.
"Come here Michelle. Come here and stand up straight," He raise his hand indicating me to come to the space in between him and the coffee table.
My face was immediately flushed anticipating what my brother would do. I stood up and walked to him. I stood straight with my half exposed tits facing Max.
"Turn a round and face the TV," He turned my hip to show my back.
I followed what he ordered. My pussy was immediately wet and nipples erected knowing they might be looking at my back.
"Well, Michelle has a interesting hobby,"
"She likes to cut short her cloth, especially her short, like this one... Bend down Michelle," He ordered and pushed my back to bend my body.
I bent down, knees straight, and supported my body with my hands leaning on the table. I automatically spread my leg and pushed up my ass. Such ass showing action had become my instinct.
"Look at her short. She cut them until they can't cover her buttock properly. And look at this," He pulled at the waistband until the bottom panel stretched on my pussy.
"Look at this, she even cut here until not enough material to cover her sex. Can you see her vagina lips showing from both sides," His finger softly traced my exposed lips up and down to draw their attentions to my pussy. The sudden contact by my brother's finger sent a thrill to my spine. I felt a stream of hot juices slowly came out from my love hole and stained my short. I believed a wet spot was visible on the short. He finger continued to caress my lip by softly tracing the exposed flesh.
"Michelle, do you aware that Mike can see your little pussy under your short when you sit or bend?" He asked but did not expect me to answer, he continued his talk.
"Look at the top, they never properly cover her breasts too," He continued to guide their attentions.
"You see, Michelle. Wearing this kind of cloth is as good as not wearing anything at all," He stopped playing with my exposed pussy lips, but shifted his hand up to play with my waistband.
