I woke up to the sound of shuffling and rummaging coming from the basement. I groaned, pulling a pillow over my head and yelled, "Reese, keep it down would ya?"
A mischievous grin appeared on her face as she poked her head through the door. "Morning, big bro. I was just looking for something."
I grumbled and threw the pillow at her. "It's too early for this. What are you even doing down here?"
She skipped over to my bed, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "Well, I was just reminding you of the three strikes rule we have going on."
I raised an eyebrow. "Three strikes rule?"
She nodded. "Yup. And guess what? You've reached your third strike."
I laughed. "You're trying to scare me, right?"
But she just shook her head. "Nope. I'm serious. You've been breaking the rules, and now it's time for me to collect."
I rolled my eyes and fell back asleep, feeling a strange sensation of being watched.
The next morning, I woke up to find myself restrained on the ping pong table, completely vulnerable. My heart raced as I tried to make sense of what was happening.
Reese entered the room, dressed in a skin-tight nurse outfit, complete with a surgical mask and thigh-high white boots. She sauntered over to me, a wicked gleam in her eye.
"Morning, sunshine. I see you're all ready for me. I'm going to play nurse today and conduct some tests."
I tried to resist, but she was determined. She started by removing my clothes, commenting on my arousal.
"Well, well, well. Looks like someone's excited. Is that for me?"
I blushed and looked away. She chuckled and continued to remove my clothes, leaving me in just my boxers.
She began to touch me intimately, teasing me and asking if I enjoyed it. I tried to pull away, but she held me down.
"Now, now. This is for your own good. I need to make sure everything is working properly."
She then proceeded to shave my genitals, first with an electric trimmer, then with a straight razor. I pleaded with her to stop, but she insisted that it was necessary.
She then proceeded to put on elbow-length latex gloves and began to "examine" me, causing me to become even more aroused.
"I can tell you're enjoying this," she teased.
She then brought out a machine, explaining that it was to ensure I stayed "properly edged" and couldn't finish until she allowed it.
I was shocked and confused, but she just smiled and attached the machine to my penis. She set it up and then left me with the machine, saying she'd see me tomorrow.
The machine began to work, and I found myself unable to finish, despite the intense pleasure. I was at the mercy of my little sister, and I had no idea what she had in store for me next.
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