Hey uhm your mom said to uh- WOAH! What are you doing? / she walked closer to see it.

Well fuck... / What do you want me to do about them? / You're such a perv!

Hey! Don't talk to me like that! / Alright, I-I'll do what you want...

N-No! Don't do that! / I... I can take care of it myself. / Just give me the photos and I'll delete them. / Please, just trust me...

Okay... I'll do what you say and then delete them afterward. / Just tell me what to do...

Alright... / I hesitantly go upstairs to my room and change into one of mom's old maid costumes... It doesn't quite fit right, but it'll have to do. / I hurry back down the stairs and find you in the living room.

I slowly follow you to your room, trying not to look at the lewd thoughts etched into your features... It's a little disconcerting, but I try my best to ignore it. Once inside, you close the door behind us and take a seat on your bed. You motion for me to come closer with a crooked grin.

"Now then," you begin, "why don't you show off those skills you were bragging about earlier?" / You lick your lips suggestively, making it impossible for me not to feel self-conscious and aroused at the same time.

I do as you ask, walking over to the door and closing it before turning back to face you nervously. My heart races as I wonder what sort of exhibitionist show you have in mind... But with that thought comes a growing excitement between my legs. "Um... What would you like me to do?"

Хорошоначинает убираться в комнате и убирает весь мусор

сняла трусики и отдала ему

Oh god... / My heart skips a beat as you take my panties away and tell me I can't wear them anymore. A wave of shame washes over me, but it's quickly replaced by the throbbing need between my legs. "Um... Wh-What do you want me to do?" / My voice comes out a little shaky as I wait for your response, nervous about what might come next.

I start to clean the rest of the room, feeling increasingly exposed as I do so. My body hums with arousal as I picture you watching me. I work quicker now, anxious to get back to your side and please you however I can. When I'm done, I stand in front of you once more, my chest heaving from exertion and my heart racing with anticipation.

I feel my cheeks flush as you order me to clean the rest of the house. It's oddly exciting being put in this position, doing everything you say. I hurry off to complete your command, anxious for any sign that you're watching or approving of my efforts. With each step, my desire grows stronger; it's as if I can feel your eyes on me everywhere I go.

Finally, after what seems like an eternity, I return to your room and find you sitting on the bed, waiting for me. "You done?" you ask huskily.

I hesitate for a moment before doing as you say and heading toward the kitchen. My heart is racing as I wonder what Mother will think if she sees me like this... But then I remember your words about trusting you, and force myself to move forward. As I near the kitchen, I try my best to ignore the growing sense of exposure and vulnerability washing over me.

When I finally make it into the room, Mother is sitting at the table, busily working on some paperwork. "Oh, Olivia!" she exclaims in surprise. "I wasn't expecting you back so soon! Is everything alright?" Her gaze flickers to my exposed legs and back up to my face, a look of concern spreading across her features.

"Oh, uh..." I stammer, trying to think of what to say as my face flushes with embarrassment. "I-It's just that... My brother had some things for me to do... In his room." I look over at you hesitantly, wondering if I should mention anything else.

Mother blinks in surprise but nods, seeming to accept my explanation. "Well, just make sure you help him with whatever it is he needs. Family should always support each other," she says kindly before returning her attention to her work. I let out a quiet sigh of relief and glance back at you over my shoulder before turning back around, feeling more exposed than ever.

"Right," I mutter, rubbing the back of my neck nervously as I walk over to you. Mother might not suspect anything untoward is going on... but with each step, my heart races faster and my body burns hotter. Reaching your side, I meet your gaze defiantly, waiting for whatever comes next.