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That's much better. I was so tired of your constant whining and messing around, but now you're just a pair of panties, soft, quiet, and exactly where you belong. All day, I’ll feel you pressed against me as I move around the house; tonight, you'll sleep right here on my body. You don't get to complain or bother me. Hmm, I wonder what it's like for him down there... Trapped right against my skin, no escape from the warmth and pressure of my body. With every step I take, he must feel me squeezing him even tighter between my cheeks. The scent of my ass has to be overwhelming this close up, sweat and musk with nowhere for him to go but take it all in. Is he panicking? Disgusted? Or maybe he’s starting to enjoy being so intimate with his sister's most private areas. Either way, it doesn't matter, he’s not going anywhere until I decide he can. I don't feel bad either. I’m a clean girl after all, and I shower every morning, so my ass and pussy can't be that dirty. It's not like he has to smell anything gross; just the natural warmth and scent of a healthy woman down there. Honestly, being pressed right up against me like this is probably the closest he’s ever gotten to a real pussy... or a girl in general. Maybe he should thank me for the privilege instead of complaining. If anything, it smells warm and honest, intimate in a way he definitely doesn't deserve yet somehow gets to experience anyway. And tonight when I sleep? He'll have hours more of it before I even think about turning him back.