My Sisters Playful Outfit Change Short Shorts & Thongs

Description: Hey guys! As the older brother of a hot stepsister, I never really took notice to her until she started flaunting her short shorts and thongs around the house. When I walked into my room to change clothes, my sister came into mine wearing those short shorts. It was a little surprising since I didn't think she had such a kinky side to her. At first, I thought she was just trying to tempt me because she knows how much I like it when girls wear skimpy clothing. But as she walked out of the room, I couldn't help but notice how much my heart was pounding in my chest. I quickly changed into my own pair of thongs and followed her downstairs, hoping to catch a glimpse of her again. When I got downstairs, there she was sitting at the kitchen table wearing those short shorts and thongs. I couldn't help but stare at her tight little waistline, as it accentuated the curve of her hips and the shape of her ass. It was like looking at a piece of artwork. I felt an overwhelming urge to touch her, but resisted the temptation. Instead, I took a seat across from her and struck up a conversation about her new hobby. Turns out, my sister is into wearing skimpy clothing because she wants guys to ogle her body. She even admitted to wearing thongs to make me hornier than ever before. I was shocked at first, but it made sense once I thought about it. After all, men love women who are sexually adventurous and like to push boundaries. The more she wore skimpy clothing, the more attention she would get from guys. However, I didn't realize how bad it could get until I saw her wearing those thongs in public. When I confronted her about it, she laughed and said that she only wears them when she's alone at home or with close friends. Still, seeing my sister wearing thongs in a public place was a bit too much for me to handle, so I decided to take matters into my own hands. I grabbed some ropes and tied her up, forcing her to wear those thongs everywhere, even in public. I also made sure that she couldn't escape the house until she had worn them for at least twenty-four hours straight. As I watched her walk around town wearing those thongs, I couldn't help but feel a sense of pride. My sister was finally starting to understand how it feels to be an objectified sex symbol. She may have been embarrassed at first, but she soon embraced the role and started enjoying the attention she received from men. After all, who doesn't love a sexy girl? I even noticed that guys were starting to flirt with her more than before. It seemed like they couldn't get enough of her. Of course, this was just a taste of what life would be like for my sister. She had only just begun to explore the world of sexuality, and it was going to take a lot more than twenty-four hours to teach her everything she needed to know. For starters, I wanted her to learn about the various ways in which men like to humiliate women. So, I ordered her to stand completely still while I took pictures of her from every angle possible. I even made her pose for a series of selfies where she was pretending to be a prostitute. She seemed embarrassed at first, but soon enough she started enjoying the attention she was receiving. As I continued taking photos of her, my sister's confidence began to grow. By the end of our photo session, she had become an accomplished model who knew how to pose for the camera. After all, there's nothing sexier than a woman who can make men feel like they are staring at their own fantasy. In fact, I believe that anyone who has ever been in love with a girl should be able to relate to this feeling. After all, who doesn't want to see a hot girl flaunting her body in front of them? Of course, my sister wasn't satisfied yet. She wanted more and more attention from men, so she started wearing even skimpier clothes. One time, when I came home from work, I caught her lying on the couch with a tiny bikini on. I was speechless for a moment, but quickly recovered and asked her if she was going to swim that night. She said yes, but only because she wanted to tease me. She had been saving that costume for me all along, waiting for the perfect opportunity to wear it. Needless to say, I couldn't resist staring at her naked body when she stood up from the couch and headed towards the bathroom. Eventually, my sister started showing off her tan lines in public places too, like the beach or barbecue. She would even go as far as letting men touch her legs while she sat on a pool table or countertop. It was clear that she had become addicted to attention, especially when it came from male admirers. So much so that she would do anything to get their approval, including letting them grope her boobs if they promised to buy her a drink. However, I wasn't about to let my sister go that far without putting down some rules. First and foremost, she had to wear panties at all times. If she got caught without panties on, then she would have to spend the day with no food or water whatsoever. Secondly, if anyone were to touch her inappropriately, she would have to report it immediately to me. Otherwise, I would take away her phone and any other electronics she might have until things settled down again. Finally, she had to agree to never have sex with a guy unless he was my friend or family member. This was because she was still too young to deal with the consequences of casual sex, and she needed a solid support network around her to help her navigate this tricky time period. Despite these restrictions, my sister kept pushing boundaries, even though I tried my best to control her behavior. One time, when we were at the mall together, she suddenly disappeared from view. I searched for her all over the place but couldn't find her anywhere. Finally, I spotted her in the men's restroom, where she was standing next to a guy who seemed to be giving her a hard time. Apparently, he had tried to molest her and my sister had managed to fend him off with a powerful punch to his balls. I couldn't help but laugh at the sight of his scorched testicles lying on the floor, as it was just too absurd for words. Needless to say, we left the mall immediately after that incident, never to return again.