Tell her she needs to change

From Create Your Own Story

"Yeah, changing out of that uniform would be a good idea," you nod. "Wouldn't want to get it dirty."

"Well mom bleaches my uniform all the time to get out grass stains, but sure, I can change."

She walks over to a dresser and starts fishing through the drawers.

"You play a lot of sports?" you ask, a distraction as much as small talk.

"Oh yeah! I also play soccer, and basketball, and I've always wanted to try cricket. I also do swimming, and gymnastics. I did dance for a year, but the class was really boring."

"Hmm. We're gonna do something like dance. Maybe more like wrestling though."

"Really? That's neat! I should get changed then..." she says, looking around. She walks up to you holding a green tank top and a pair of stretchy black pants.

"Well? What are you waiting for?" you ask.

"Umm." Katy looks around some more. She clearly wants some privacy but from the gleam in her eye it is also obvious that she's interested in this new shirtless friend of her brother's and doesn't want to send you away. It could be fun for you to act a little clueless though.

"If you want my opinion of that outfit you'll have to put it on first. I do have two sisters you know," you say, poking her teasingly. "I know it can take you girls a while to decide on something!"

"Really?" she asks. "You give your sisters... fashion advice?"

"Just an honest opinion. A guy's opinion, which is what they're really after. They change over and over before they find something they're happy with. Hasn't your brother ever helped you out with clothes?"

"I... no. I don't usually... care, really."

"Of course you care. All girls care!"

"Well, maybe. But I don't spend a lot of time on it."

"You sure are spending a lot of time right now! Have you never changed in front of someone before?" you prod, sipping your beer. Katy doesn't answer. She shuffles her feet and glances at you demurely. "So?" you add.

"So what?" she asks.

You sit down on her bed. "Are you changing?"

"Uh... yeah."

Katy finally starts on the buttons in the front of her jersey. She goes up from the bottom, exposing her stomach first. She gets to the top button before her nerves get the better of her and she turns away from you.

Grinning, you take a final drink of your beer before setting it down on Katy's nightstand. She shrugs the jersey off of her shoulders exposing her back to you. There's a light criss-cross pattern in her back, soft tan lines from a bathing suit. And lucky for you there's no bra in the way. You don't imagine she would need one yet, but then again her jersey was a little baggy so it's hard to say.

She slips her pants off faster than her jersey. Fewer buttons to deal with. But as she stands there in nothing but her yellow panties you can't help but be reminded of Miranda, your little sister, still actively being fucked in this very house. In a way, taking Katy would just be payback for what Chad and the others have done to your sis. It certainly wasn't your idea to fuck a kid senseless, regardless of what you've also done since, but this is the closest thing to 'justice' you can come up with at the moment.