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"Ok sis, here's the problem" I blurted out to my little sister as I casually walked into her room without knocking.

She glared at me as she lay on her bed tapping away on her phone. She was laid on her front, with her legs and feet waving around behind her in that cute little pose I found so adorable. I have a thing for feet, and I've often fantasised about her perfectly soft, smooth, pink, feet.

"What do you want?" She grumbled back at me.

"I'm cashing in the favour you owe me for not grassing you up to mum and dad" I sneered at her.

She'd just turned 18, and last week I'd caught her and her best friend smoking weed in the house while our parents were out. We have pretty conservative folks, so this was a huge issue and she knew it. I'd taken pics of them both before busting in, so she knew I had the evidence to prove what she'd done.

Of course, she begged me not to tell them at the time, and that was fine with me because it meant I had her over a barrel for pretty much anything I wanted.

"Oh for fucks sake!" She groaned as she flipped over onto her back, throwing her phone down and covering her face with her hands.

"What do I have to do?" Came the muffled response after a minute or so. She sat up and looked at me.

"What am I doing, washing your car? cleaning your room?" She sighed.

"Nope" I smiled at her, "you're modelling for me"

"What?" she looked at me quizzically.

"I had a shoot booked with a model for my college assignment art project, and she's let me down" I shrugged, "so you're filling in" I stated, as a matter of fact.

"Um... okaaaay" she frowned, looking sideways at me as I crossed over her room to her chest of drawers. As I pulled open the top drawer, she exclaimed

"Hey! what the fuck are you doing?!"

"Finding what I need you to wear"

I already knew that her underwear was kept in the top drawer, I'd stolen items many times and returned them... with my own special additions. I found the set that I was looking for. A sheer black lace bra and thong. I picked them out and threw them at her.

"Put these on, do your hair and make-up, and meet me in my room in 30 minutes, I'm all set up with my lighting equipment in there"

I started to walk out of her room when she jumped up to her feet.

"Are you fucking mental? I'm not wearing these in front of you! You're my fucking brother!"

"Tough shit, I need a model and you're it" I shrugged at her.

"Joshua! I'm not fucking doing it, forget it!" she yelled at me.

"Look, we both know what's going to happen if you don't do exactly what I say" I sneered at her. There was a moments silence as she slumped down onto the end of her bed, burying her face in her hands again.

"Cmon Josh, please" she said more quietly and pleadingly "anything else but this, it's just weird, I don't want to do it"

"I know you don't" I smiled back at her "but you don't have much of a choice, do you?" I laughed at her. She looked up at me, her eyes pleading.

"30 minutes" I said

She stared at me, looking like she was desperately hoping I was joking. After a minute she eventually realised how serious I was.

"Fine" she muttered barely audibly. I walked out of her room with a smug look on my face, knowing that I had her right where I'd wanted her for a very long time. I was going to have a lot of fun this afternoon.

Half an hour passed without a showing from her, as I knew it would. Of course, she was going to try again to plead with my better nature. Obviously, this was futile, I didn't have one right now. I was determined on this. I smiled to myself as I walked across the landing back to her room. Ignoring the closed door, I entered without knocking again.

"Let's go" I said simply.

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