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Chapter I Damn him! Thirteen year old Karen looked at the bra she was putting away. One of the hooks was hanging to the material by only a thread or two. It hadn't been like that when she'd taken it off several days ago. It had to be her brother. Again. For the past couple of months she'd been suspecting that Tom had been trying on her underwear. This wasn't the first bra whose hooks looked like they'd been stretched much farther than her 32 A chest was capable. She couldn't understand why he'd want to play dress-up in her clothes although she'd heard that some boys got a sexual thrill by doing so. She wondered if he was putting on her panties too. Her brother was three years older and at sixteen was a junior in high school while Karen was only in seventh grade. They got along reasonably well although since their parents divorced several months ago, Tom had been acting out a bit more than before; teasing his little sister. Since their mom worked, both of them had chores. Karen did the laundry and vacuumed while Tom was responsible for the trash and mowing the lawn. They both made their beds and took turns cleaning up after dinner. Lately though Mrs. Mitchell had to constantly remind Tom of his chores and fight with him to get them done. Karen finished putting her laundry away then picked up her bra and went hunting for a needle and thread. She was still annoyed with her brother and thought about asking him to sew the hook back on. She grinned at the idea of the surprising him with the fact that his little secret wasn't all that secret anymore. It would serve him right and maybe she could turn this to her advantage. Her mom's sewing things were in the basement rec room where she found her brother watching tv. "Hi, Tom. What are you watching?" Her brother grunted and ignored her. Fine. Be that way. Karen glanced at the TV and saw it was some stupid afternoon game show; a total waste of time as far as she was concerned. "Don't you have any homework?" she asked while rummaging about for a needle and thread. Her brother usually hit the books when he got home from school so he'd be free to go out with his friends later on. "Nah," he answered. "I've got the afternoon off for a change." "Well I've got a little job for you." Damn. Where was the stupid needle? "Huh? What do you mean, a job for me?" There it was. Karen picked up the needle, some white thread and her bra. "Well I was going to sew this but I'm not the person who stretched it and pulled the hook out." Tom glanced over and gulped when he saw his sister holding up her bra. Oh Jeez... He silently cursed himself for not checking to see if he'd damaged anything after the last time. Christ! At least he'd had the forethought to wash out the stained panties. That evidence would be way too damming. Now what was he going to do? Karen came and stood over her brother. "See," she said, pointing to the bra clasp. "The hook is pulled out. Someone with a bigger chest than me has been trying this on." "No... No... I didn't do anything," Tom protested, although his red face betrayed him "Well it wasn't mom and it certainly wasn't me who popped the clasp. That only leaves one person." Karen glared at her older brother. "I... I didn't do it," Tom said weakly but he realized Karen knew the truth. "Oh jeez... Don't tell anybody. Please?" Karen kept a stern look on her face but inwardly she was smiling. For once she had the upper hand with her older brother. "Well don't do it anymore. I don't know why you want to wear my clothes but stay out of my underwear drawer. Do you understand?" "Yes," Tom replied meekly. God! He was mortified. Karen stepped back and turned off the TV. "Here," she said, dropping the bra into his lap. "And here's a needle and thread. When you're done fixing my bra bring it upstairs to me." With that she turned and headed up to her room, leaving her brother to figure out how to sew it back together. Upstairs she grinned from ear to ear. Tom had admitted it! Now that she knew his little secret she could use it for good. Good that is, for Karen. Maybe not so good for her brother. She laughed to herself. Meanwhile Tom was feeling very embarrassed at being caught by his sister. He just had to convince her to keep his secret between them. If his friends found out.... He couldn't even think about it. And he hoped she wouldn't tell their mother. Christ! What a messy predicament he was in! He finished threading the needle and proceeded to reinforce the little hook. He'd learned to sew as a younger boy and had mended socks and t- shirts. This was his first bra mending job though. However it didn't take long and he tested it by hooking the straps together and stretching it. It held. "Let me see," Karen said, holding out her hand. Approaching her bed where she'd been reading, Tom handed the bra to his sister. Karen looked closely and then hooked it together. As Tom had done, she tested that it held. "That seems ok. Put it in my drawer." Satisfied, she went back to her magazine, ignoring her brother. Tom did as he was told; placing it on top of Karen's other bras. Now was the time. He had to make sure Karen wouldn't let their secret out. "Ummmm... Karen," Tom began hesitantly. "What?" She didn't bother looking up. "Ummmm... You're not going to say anything about this, are you?" "I may," she replied glancing over at him. After a slight pause she continued. "Mom should probably know. I bet you've been dressing up in her underwear too." "No... No I haven't. Honest Karen! Please... please don't tell her." "So you only dress up in my clothes?" Shamefaced, Tom nodded. "My bra obviously. My panties too?" "Yes," Tom whispered.? "God! I can't see why you want to dress up in girls' underwear." Karen shook her head slowly and smiled. "My brother, the pervert." "Karen," Tom protested. "Don't say that." "Pervert," she teased. "Pervert... Pervert... Pervert." "Stop it! Stop saying that!" Karen laughed. Her big brother didn't like it when she called him that. Too bad. Just then, they heard the garage door. Mom was home. A frantic Tom pleaded with his younger sister. "Please Karen. Please don't say anything to Mom.... I'll do anything you want. Just don't tell her." Karen just smiled sweetly and headed for the door, leaving Tom beside himself with worry that she would say something to their mother. Chapter II "Hi mom." Karen bounced down the stairs and into the kitchen where she saw her mother unpacking groceries. "Hi hon... I stopped at the store on the way home. Can you get the last package from the car?" "Sure." When her daughter returned they put the rest of the groceries away and started dinner, chatting about this and that. Dinner was just a quick, but messy meal of meatballs and spaghetti that Ms. Mitchell whipped together in about fifteen minutes. "Call your brother," Ms. Mitchell said as she sat down at the table. "TOM... TOM... DINNER'S READY." "I didn't mean to shout," Ms. Mitchell said with a smile. "Sorry," Karen said contritely as her brother trampled down the stairs and joined them. Karen and their mom continued their earlier conversation while Tom ate quietly. It seemed his sister had kept quiet so far but he was still afraid she might let his dress up activities slip out. He would just die if that happened. "Tom," his mother finally directed her attention to him. "Is all your homework done?" "Huh?... Oh. For a change I don't have any," he replied. "So what did you do all afternoon, when you got home from school?" "Not much... watched some TV." "And did some sewing, didn't you?" Karen had a big grin on her face. "Sewing?" Ms. Mitchell said. "What on earth were you sewing?" Tom tried to conceal his look of surprise. He glared daggers at his sister. The little bitch! "Ummm... I just had a hole in my sock. I didn't want my toes sticking out." He waited breathlessly for his sister to chime in that she'd made him sew her bra back together after stretching it but she just grinned at him. "Oh," Ms. Mitchell said. "I forgot I taught you to sew when you were little. Maybe now you can do some more instead of throwing things away." They were just about done with dinner and Tom pushed his chair back. He glanced at the clock and saw that it was almost seven. There was a show he wanted to watch. "I'm going to head downstairs," he said standing up. "Wait. Whose turn is it to do the dishes?" Ms. Mitchell asked. "I did them last night," Tom replied. Ms. Mitchell turned to her daughter. "So Karen, I guess it's your turn then." "I guess," she answered. The grin was back as she turned to her brother. "Tom... Would you do them for me tonight?" Oh Jeez. Tom groaned. He could see how this was going to play out. His little sister was going to take advantage of the situation while she could. Bitch. "Uhhh... Yeah. Sure. I suppose I could do them for you this once." "Thanks big brother." And Karen skipped off to her room, smiling happily. Finding out his little secret was going to work out perfectly for her. o o o "That was very nice of you, Tom," Ms. Mitchell said as her son cleared the table. "I'm glad you're helping your sister out." "No problem," Tom muttered as he scrubbed the plates into the trash and put them in the dishwasher. He was pissed that he was missing his show but he had to be careful not to get his sister angry. He did not want their mother finding out her son was a closet panty boy. Tom finished cleaning up and decided to go upstairs and maybe talk to his sister. Her teasing him about sewing had him scared she would let it slip to their mother. "Karen," he called as he knocked on her closed door. "Can I talk to you?" He pushed the door open to see his sister reading a magazine on her bed. "Tons of homework, huh?" He shut the door not wanting their mother to accidentally overhear anything. Karen looked up and grinned. "Yup... Reading all about new styles in girls' underwear. Care to read along with me?" "Karen," Tom began feeling frustrated with her teasing. "Why'd you have to mention I was sewing before?" "Well you were, weren't you? Only not socks." "I... I had to say something." Tom gulped. This wasn't going to be easy. "Listen. Could you not tease like that? Please?" "Hmmmm," she murmured thoughtfully. "Suppose instead that you be a nice big brother and offer to take my turns doing the dishes... say for the next month?" "Huh?" "Don't you understand English? I don't feel like doing the dishes anymore. I'd like you to do them for me." Karen looked at her brother and waited. Oh Jeez, Tom thought. The little bitch is going to have me doing her chores. Christ! "Well?" Karen asked expectantly when Tom hadn't responded. "Take over the dishes for a whole month?" "Yep." Tom groaned and cursed his predicament. "Ok," he finally muttered. "I'll do it. But you've got to promise not to tell mom, ok?" Karen grinned and shook her head. "I'm not promising anything. Except that if you don't do the dishes mom will definitely know her son's a pervert!" "C'mon, Karen." Tom was pleading with his little sister. "Please don't tell. I'm going to do the dishes." "What's going on in here?" Ms. Mitchell stepped into the bedroom. "I can hear you out in the hallway." "Oh hi mom." Karen smiled at her mother. "Tom was just being the nicest big brother. He came in and offered to take over doing the dishes for me." "I'm impressed, Tom." Ms. Mitchell looked at her son. He seemed a little bit anxious. "You're certainly being nice to your sister tonight. What brought this on?" "Oh... I just thought she could use a break for a bit," Tom mumbled. God! His mother was going to suspect something was up. "It's only for the next month." "Unless Tom wants to do it longer," Karen added with a grin. Tom glared at his sister but knew better than to say anything. He'd do anything to keep her quiet, including permanently taking over her job of doing the dishes. If only that would do the trick. "Well I think that's very sweet of you Tom." Chapter III Not much happened over the next couple of days. Tom avoided his sister whenever possible and prayed she'd keep her mouth shut. After dinner he would dutifully clear the table and put the dishes in the dishwasher. In the morning he put them away. It was a pain but certainly better than the alternative. Saturday morning Tom was awakened abruptly by his sister who barged into his room and yanked the covers down. "Huh?... What did you do that for?" "It's 9:30 already," Karen replied. "You've got a busy day ahead of you." "What?... What are you talking about?" "Mom left a note that she had to go into work today. But she also said she wanted the lawn mowed and the vacuuming done by the time she gets home. And we both have to clean our rooms" "So...," Tom glanced at his bedside clock. "There's plenty of time... It shouldn't take more than a couple of hours." "Tom, I'm not going to argue with you. I don't care if you don't finish your chores but you're not going to get me into trouble. I want my room cleaned and the vacuuming done first. Then you can do your chores." Tom looked up at his sister. Karen stood over him with her hands on her hips and he realized she meant for him to do both their jobs. Christ! This was going too far. "Karen," Tom began. "I'm... I'm not going ..." "Don't argue with me." Karen's firm voice cut him off before he could finish. "I will tell mom you dress up in my bra and panties... In fact I'll tell other people besides mom." "Karen!" Tom cried. "Stop it.... Look I'm sorry it happened. I won't ever do it again. But please. Stop threatening to tell." He hated that his little sister had this secret to lord over him. "Ok," she said stepping away from the bed. "I'm not going to threaten anymore." She looked directly at him. "When mom comes home I'm just going to tell her what a pervert my big brother is." "Oh Jeez, Karen." Tom was beside himself. From the look on his sister's face he didn't doubt for a second that she would follow through. "Don't tell her. Please don't tell!" Karen didn't reply. She just smirked and headed out the doorway. Tom gulped. He had to get her to change her mind. Hopping out of bed he followed her into her bedroom. "Karen... I'll do it." There was a pleading note in his voice as he continued. "I'll clean your room and do the vacuuming. Please. Just don't tell mom, ok?" "You're right Tom. You will do it," Karen said, turning to face him. "But, since you gave me an argument..." She paused for a moment and went over to her bureau. "You'll do it wearing these." She held up a very pink and lacy panty. Tom gulped and started to blush. She couldn't be serious, could she? "That's right," Karen smiled at the shocked look on her brother's face. "You get to wear my panties again." "You're kidding?" Tom whispered embarrassedly not taking his eyes from the panties. Christ! This wasn't happening, was it? After all that had happened, he couldn't believe Karen wanted him to put on her panties. "No. I'm not. And I don't want an argument." Her look turned firm. "Otherwise you'll be out in the backyard later, mowing the lawn in my bikini." Tom gulped. The look on her face told him she was serious. He couldn't believe he had to toe the line for his thirteen year old sister! With a silent moan he held out his hand for the panties. Chapter IV Karen was elated. Tom had taken the panties and gone off to shower and dress. For the past day she'd been planning this. Having a picture of her brother in her panties and maybe a bra would go a long way toward making sure he obeyed his little sister. All that was left was to get him into a position for the picture. She was in the kitchen, her cell phone close by, when Tom came down several minutes later. He'd showered and dressed and now grabbed some cereal from the cabinet. "Are you wearing them?" "Yes," Tom replied, blushing somewhat. "Show me." Karen had her cell phone in her hands. "Somehow I'm not sure I believe you." "Christ, Karen. I'm wearing them." Tom didn't want to drop his pants for his sister's inspection. That seemed so humiliating. "Tom, did you forget what I said before? Do you want to be mowing the lawn in my bikini?" Oh Christ! Damn her! "Karen... No," he moaned. She was such a little bitch! He reached for his belt and slowly undid it. Karen smiled in anticipation. Her cell phone's camera was ready. "Drop your pants. All the way down." Tom groaned inwardly and closed his eyes. Blushing, he obeyed his little sister's demand and his pants fell around his ankles. Karen was ready and managed to get several damning pictures before Tom realized what was happening. "No! No!" he cried frantically grabbing for the phone. Karen though, was too quick and jumped out of his reach. He started to chase her but, with his pants around his ankles, he tripped instead. Karen was up the stairs and behind her locked bedroom door before Tom was out of the kitchen. "Karen! Karen! Delete those pictures!" He cried, pounding on the door. However his sister ignored him. She was busy emailing them to her computer where they would be safe. Finally it was done. Then she brought up one of the pictures and keyed in her best friend, Becky's phone number. "Tom," she called, finally acknowledging her brother. "Stop pounding on my door or Becky is going to get a picture of you in panties." "No Karen. NO! You can't do that!" Tom was beside himself. If those pictures got shown around he'd become a laughingstock. "Please Karen! Don't!" The poor boy was almost in tears when his sister opened the door. She held her phone in one hand and Tom could see she had it ready to send a txt to her friend. He didn't doubt there was a picture attached. "Oh Karen. Please. You can't send that to Becky. Please don't!" "Well don't pound on my door and yell at me. I'm your sister. I deserve a little respect." "Yes," Tom whispered. "And by a little respect I mean there's to be no yelling at me and certainly no pounding on my door, understand?" "Yes Karen," Tom replied feeling the humiliation of being reprimanded by his little sister. "Now we've talked about arguing," Karen continued. "I want to make it perfectly clear that you will be mowing the lawn in my bikini if I get any more arguments from you today. Is that clear?" "Yes Karen," Tom replied quickly. Christ! Now that she had the pictures of him, there was no way he could disobey her. This was some predicament he was in! "I'm glad. Now why don't you get started cleaning my room? You can begin by making my bed." Tom nodded and without a word, quickly grabbed the sheet and blanket. He did not want to mow the lawn in her bikini. No way! He was halfway through making her bed when Karen stopped him. "You didn't change my sheets, did you?" "No," Tom answered slowly, realizing he'd obviously made a mistake. "I want clean sheets. Put these in the laundry for washing later." While she watched, Tom took the bed apart and carried the sheets to the hamper. Afterwards he went to the linen closet and picked out clean sheets along with matching pillow cases. "From now on when you clean my room, make sure to use clean sheets to make my bed." "Yes Karen." Inwardly Tom seethed at the implication that this was going to be his new chore but he was careful not to let it show. Under her direction he straightened her desk and picked up her clothes from where she had dropped them and hung them up. Dirty things went into the hamper and Karen noted that it was filling up. Since that was technically still her job, she told Tom it too needed to be done before their mother got home. It was almost noon by the time Tom finished cleaning Karen's room. How it had taken two hours he couldn't understand. Maybe it was the repeated dustings or vacuuming of spots Karen found not done to her satisfaction, Tom wasn't sure. They stopped briefly for lunch then Tom began to vacuum. Not just the downstairs but Karen told him he had to do upstairs too. She would be checking so he'd better do a good job. All the while Tom fumed to himself and tried to think up ways out of his predicament. Unfortunately nothing seemed right. The damn pictures were now his main worry. He would be toast if they got out. Of course he supposed he could overpower his little sister. She still was a lot smaller than he. However she'd informed him that the pictures were not just on her phone now but she'd emailed them to her computer and that was password protected. Plus she always seemed to have the phone in her hand ready to send the incriminating pictures to a friend. And speaking of friends, while Tom was busy vacuuming Karen invited Becky over. Chapter V "So what's the big secret you didn't want to tell me over the phone?" Becky asked when the two thirteen year olds were settled in Karen's room. "I've got my brother doing all my chores," Karen said with a big grin. "Did you see him vacuuming when you got here?" "Uh huh," Becky nodded. "Well he's doing that and earlier he cleaned my room and did all the laundry." Karen giggled as her best friend's eyes lit up. "Well tell me," Becky demanded. "How did you get him to do all that?" "I discovered a secret of his," Karen said with a grin and reached for her phone. "Take a look at my big brother." "Karen!" Becky exclaimed. "He's wearing panties!" "That's right. The other day I found out my big brother liked to try on my bra and panties. That's a picture I took this morning after I made him get into my panties." "I can't believe it," Becky exclaimed. "Does he do everything you ask?" "He's learning," Karen said with a giggle. "Want to see?" "Sure," Becky replied eagerly. Karen went to the door and opened it. "Tom," she cried. "Tom! TOM! TOM!" Finally the vacuum stopped. "What?" came her brother's reply. "Would you come here?" A moment later Tom appeared from their mother's room where he had been cleaning. "What?" he asked warily at the two girls in his sister's doorway. "Becky and I are hungry. Would you bring us some chips and diet cokes?" Oh Christ! It was embarrassing to be ordered about by his sister; especially with her friend there to watch. Just last week Tom would have laughed and told his sister to get it herself. Of course last week Karen didn't have pictures of him in panties. "Sure," he muttered as the two girls grinned. How much had Karen told her friend, Tom wondered. "Oh. Make sure to put the cokes in glasses with ice," Karen added as her brother headed downstairs. The girls turned back into Karen's bedroom and Tom could hear giggles as the door closed. Downstairs he found a bag of chips. Then he got two glasses from the cabinet and filled them with ice before pouring the soda in. Back up the stairs he went carrying the two glasses and the bag of chips. "Karen. Open the door," he said. With his arms full he found it difficult to knock. His sister came to the door and motioned him in. "Put it down on my desk," she directed and then winked at her friend. "Did you bring napkins?" "Uhhh No," Tom replied. The thought hadn't occurred to him. "Well," Karen said. "Would you go back down and get them?" Tom nodded and headed back downstairs feeling humiliated that he had to let his sister order him about and even more that Becky was watching the show. However he'd been warned about arguing. Wearing his sister's panties was bad enough. Mowing the lawn in her bikini was not something he wanted to do! The girls were huddled over Karen's computer when Tom returned with the napkins. They quickly changed the screen when they heard him enter, but Tom had heard their giggles and seen the look of wonderment in Becky's eyes. Christ! Was Karen showing her friend pictures of him? "That was so cool!" Becky exclaimed as soon as the door was closed. "I wish I had a brother I could do that to." Karen grinned, happy to see that her friend was impressed. After all it was kind of neat to be able to boss your older brother around. "How about I let you tell Tom to get our drinks refilled later? I bet he'll obey you. Would you like to do that?" "Uh huh," Becky replied nodding excitedly. "Well what are friends for?" Karen said and the two girls broke into giggles. Chapter VI A half hour later Karen pointed to their empty glasses. Becky grinned and hopped up from the bed. At the door she heard the vacuum going, now from downstairs. "Tom!" she called out. "TOM!" There was no response from downstairs except for the drone of the vacuum. Karen stood in the doorway while her friend went down the stairs to get Tom's attention. She found him in the kitchen, cleaning under the table. "TOM!" she yelled loudly. This time he heard her and turned. She motioned for him to shut the vacuum off. He nodded and hit the switch. "I've been calling you," she exclaimed. "The... the vacuum was going," he pointed out. He was surprised to see Becky and not Karen. And he didn't like the way she glared at him with her hands on her hips like he was a naughty little boy. "What... What do you want?" He glanced over at the clock and saw it was almost three. Christ! He still had the lawn to mow and his room to clean. "Can't you see I'm busy?" "We finished our drinks," Becky explained. "Karen said you'd be more than happy to get us refills." Tom looked at her in disbelief. Now he was expected to take orders from another thirteen year old girl? This was too much! "I'm not getting you anything," Tom finally muttered and turned back to the vacuum. "Tom!" Becky said sharply. "Don't argue with me. Karen told me what your punishment would be for that." Tom gulped. Karen had told Becky that? Christ! What else had they been talking about? This was so very humiliating. "Now are you going to get our refills or do I go up and tell Karen you don't want to do as you're told?" She glared at her friend's older brother. "I'll bet you'll end up with a nice tan line after mowing the lawn." Oh God! Karen had told her! He couldn't bear to let that happen! "Ok,' he said resignedly. "I'll get you more drinks." He started for the stairs and Becky followed him. Karen watched her brother come up the stairs. Behind him, Becky winked and threw her fist in the air triumphantly. She stepped aside to let Tom into the room where he picked up the two glasses. Looking around, he spotted the empty bag of chips and took that too. "How's the vacuuming coming?" "Ok," Tom replied. "As soon as I finish the kitchen I'll be done. But then I've got to hurry to get my chores done before mom comes home." "Well hurry back with our drinks so you don't waste time." Tom headed downstairs. In the kitchen he tossed the empty chip bag into the trash and quickly refilled the two glasses. He added ice and was about to start back up when he remembered the napkins. The girls would just make him come back down for them. Becky was waiting for him when he returned. "Tom, next time I don't want to have to come looking for you." She looked him right in the eye and continued. "It would me much nicer if you came to find us and checked to see if we needed anything. How does every half hour sound?" "Huh? You want me to stop what I'm doing and see if you need anything? Every half hour?" This was crazy. Christ! He'd never get the lawn mowed if he had to keep waiting on them! "Tom," Becky said sternly. "You're not arguing with me, are you?" Oh Jeez! Karen was just steps away. She could probably hear them! "No," Tom whispered urgently; then added. "Please Becky. Don't let Karen hear." Becky grinned. Tom was deathly afraid of what his little sister might do. Again she wished she'd had a brother. She stepped out of the way to let Tom into the room with their drinks. As he placed them his sister's desk, he glanced at Karen. She was standing by her bureau and in her hand was her very pink bikini. Tom gulped and did a double take. Christ! Please just be putting it away! Karen saw him staring and smiled. "Like it?" she asked. "I don't want to find out you've been giving my best friend Becky a hard time." Tom gulped and sent a pleading look in Becky's direction. Please don't say anything he silently moaned. "You better finish up the vacuuming. It's getting late. Don't want mom to be annoyed with you." Tom nodded and hurried from the room. Karen called after him. "Becky and I will have a little talk about how you behaved." Tom prayed Becky wouldn't mention he'd snapped at her. That Karen had already gotten her bikini out made him afraid he might be wearing it before long. Those damn pictures were going to be his Achilles heel from now on. Back in the kitchen, he looked at the clock. Christ! It was almost 3:30! How was he going to get everything done in two hours? He switched on the vacuum and went to work finishing up the kitchen and ten minutes later he was done. The girls must have heard the vacuum go off because a minute later they came downstairs; just as Tom was putting the vacuum into the closet. "Done already?" Karen asked. "Yes. Finally,' Tom replied. "But I still have my room and the lawn to mow." Karen nodded and looked around. "Did you do over here?" she asked, pointing behind the sofa. Tom thought for a second and nodded. "Well it looks like you missed a few spots. Why don't you bring the vacuum back out?" "Let me see," Tom said disbelievingly and came over to where his sister was pointing. "I don't see anything," he exclaimed, not realizing he was beginning to argue. "Tom. I said it is still dirty." She glared at her older brother. "Are you saying I'm wrong? Do you really want to argue with me?" Tom suddenly remembered the bathing suit. "No... I guess you're right. It does look a little dirty." Turning he went back to the closet and brought the vacuum over. Switching it on he ran it over where Karen's finger had been pointing. When he finished he saw his sister pointing under the corner cupboard and he dutifully brought the vacuum over. This went on for several minutes until finally Karen seemed satisfied. "We're going back upstairs. But before you start the lawn, could you put my dirty sheets and clothes into the washing machine and get the laundry started?" Christ! He was never going to finish up on time. However he nodded agreeably and headed upstairs to fetch the laundry. He grabbed the hamper and, after waiting for the girls to come up the stairs, hurried down with his load. He threw it all in the washing machine, added soap and started the cycle. Finally he could get started on the lawn. And not wearing a bikini! That last part was the best. Chapter VII Passing through the kitchen on the way to the garage he glanced at the clock. It was already a couple of minutes past four. He was in the garage when he remembered Becky's demand that he check with them every half hour to see if he could get them anything. Oh Christ! He'd never get the lawn done. He'd just started filling the lawnmower's tank so he put the gas can down and went back into the house. Upstairs Karen's door was closed so Tom knocked. "What?" came his sister's reply. "Ummm," Tom began as he opened the door and entered. "Before I start the lawn I was wondering if there was anything you needed. You know... Another drink? Some chips?" Karen had a surprised look on her face; Becky must not have mentioned he would be coming. Becky however pointed to the clock. "You were supposed to be here five minutes ago. What happened?" Tom gazed down at the floor. "I... I was doing the laundry... Then I wanted to get started on the lawn. I... I guess I lost track of the time." "I told Tom he was to check with us every half hour," Becky explained to Karen. "I didn't want to chase him down again if we wanted him to bring us something. or other." "I like that," Karen smiled approvingly. "Tom," she said turning to her brother. "I could use another soda. What about you Becky?" "Oh I don't know... How about another bag of chips? And bring me a soda too." Tom turned to go but Karen stopped him. "Aren't you forgetting something?" Tom saw she was pointing to their dirty glasses. He came back and picking them up, headed back to the kitchen. He filled the two glasses with ice and soda then went looking for chips. He couldn't find any; they must have eaten the last bag earlier. "Here's your sodas," he said when he got back to Karen's room. "But I guess we're out of chips. Sorry." He gave his shoulders a slight shrug. "But I wanted chips," Becky pouted. "I think you ate the last of them before," Tom pointed out. "So it's my fault?" Becky said. "It's my fault you didn't bring up any chips?" Tom gulped. He didn't like the confrontational tone in her voice. "No... No I didn't mean that," he replied trying to sound as conciliatory as he could. Suspecting what her friend was up to, Karen chimed in. "If we were out of chips, maybe you ought to have gone to the store." "What? You want me to go to the store?" Tom looked at his sister like she was crazy. "That's a good mile away." "But you said we were out of chips," Becky added. "How else would you get them for us?" "Dammit." Tom was frustrated at what looked like another task he was being made to do. "I can't go to the store. I'll never get the lawn finished." "So now it's our fault you didn't get your chores done?" Tom's frustration got the better of him. "Well Karen, you've kept me doing your jobs all day. I haven't even started mine. Mom's going to kill me." Karen glared at her brother. "I wouldn't worry too much about what mom's going to do." As she spoke she opened her bureau drawer and reached in. "We had a talk about what would happen if you argued. I can't believe you thought I was kidding." Tom gulped. His sister was holding her pink bikini. Oh God! He hadn't meant to raise his voice; he was just so frustrated. "Please Karen," he whispered. "I... I can't wear that." "Oh you can, Tom. And you will." Tom watched in horror as his sister picked up her cell phone and began typing furiously on its little keyboard. When she was satisfied she held it up for her brother to see. A picture of him in panties was plainly visible on the small screen. Her finger was poised over the send button. Then she pressed it. "NO!" Tom cried frantically. But it was too late. The picture was on its way. Tom was beside himself. Christ he would become the laughingstock. Oh why hadn't he taken his shirt off? A moment later there was the buzz of his phone in his back pocket. "Huh?" he muttered. Who the hell was texting him how? He pulled his phone out and hit the button. The display lit up with a picture of him all decked out on Karen's panties. "The next one goes to our friend Sarah," Karen explained as she held her finger over the send button. "Now take your shirt off." Oh God! Tom was relieved and thankful the picture had gone to him. But he believed his sister. He'd better cooperate or the next picture would certainly go to one of her girlfriends. He was whimpering as he reached to pull his t-shirt over his head. He couldn't believe his sister was going to make him mow the lawn wearing her bikini. "Hold out your arms." Tom gulped and, dropping his shirt on the floor, complied. His sister grinned as she placed the straps over his wrists and pushed them up his arms to his shoulders. "Becky. Can you get the back?" A moment later Tom felt the bikini bra tighten around his chest as the other thirteen year old pulled on it to hook the clasp. His humiliation was about to get worse. "Now the bottoms. Take your pants off." Oh Jeez! This couldn't get any more embarrassing. "C'mon," Becky prompted when Tom hesitated. "It's not like we haven't seen pictures of you in panties. Show us the real thing." "Now!" Karen commanded. She had her finger on the cell phone again. Tom didn't have a choice. Down came his pants and the little tent pole that stood out in the panties didn't help. He stood before the girls in all his humiliating glory. Karen handed him the bikini bottoms. Tom didn't know whether to take off the panties of put the bathing suit on over them. Given that the two girls were grinning from ear to ear, he opted for the latter. "Smile and say cheese." "No! No pictures!" Tom cried out frantically. Behind him, Becky had her cell phone ready as Tom turned to protest. Snap. Snap. Tom was almost in tears. Karen's phone was also clicking away. God! How could he live this down? All of a sudden Karen stopped and went to the door. "What's that? Is that the garage door?" Oh Jesus! Their mother was home. She was going to catch him in Karen's bathing suit! Tom was panic stricken. Karen thought fast. She didn't want their mother to find she'd made Tom dress up like this. "Here. Put your pants back on," she hissed to her brother who nodded and grabbed them from the floor. While he was pulling them on, Becky undid the bikini bra. Tom slipped it off and hurriedly pulled his t-shirt on. He stood up and took a quick look in the mirror. Other than a slightly red face, he seemed normal and adjusted his pants over the panties and bikini bottoms. "Don't you say a word," Karen hissed. "Or your latest pictures will be all over school." Chapter VIII Tom was grounded for the rest of the weekend. When his mother saw that he hadn't even started his chores, she was furious. Saturday night Tom spent cleaning his room and Sunday he mowed the lawn. When he was done, his mother had him straighten out the garage which took the rest of the afternoon. Tom was not happy. And he was especially not happy about yesterday. His little sister had certainly gotten the upper hand after taking the embarrassing pictures of him. And her friend managed to get pictures too. He could see his life going downhill from now on. Although he'd returned the bikini bottoms last night, his sister refused to take back her panties. He'd worn them and they must be dirty. She expected him to return them clean. And this morning she'd managed to get him alone for a minute. "Tom." Karen caught his arm as he was heading to the garage. "What?" "Are you going to mow the lawn now?" "Yes," he replied. "Well you were supposed to be doing this in my bikini. You know that, don't you?" Tom groaned. "Karen," he said. "Mom's home. I can't do that with her around." "You're right," she answered. "But you can wear my panties beneath your shorts." She took out her phone and waved it under her brother's nose. "Now go upstairs and put them on." Christ! Tom was quite aware what she was threatening by waving her phone at him. "Ok... Ok," Tom replied as he reluctantly turned back to the stairs. He found Karen's panties where he'd left them under his mattress so that his mother wouldn't see them. Then he quickly took his pants and replaced his boxers with the panties. He was fully erect by the time he pulled his pants back up. Karen was waiting at the bottom of the stairs. "Show me," she demanded in a whisper. Embarrassedly Tom pulled his zipper down so his sister could see the pink panties. She nodded approvingly and let him go. Tom spent the rest of the day in Karen's panties. He couldn't believe his little sister had managed to get those embarrassing pictures of him. And so had her little friend! The two of them were going to make his life a living hell. That last thought was confirmed when out of the blue Tom received a txt on his phone. He didn't recognize the number but when he saw the picture of himself in Karen's bathing suit, he knew who it was. The accompanying text confirmed it. "We've got to work on that tan line!"