My step-sister walked into my room one day and she says,

“Hey, big brother… take off my shirt.”

So I took off her shirt.

Then she says, “Take off my skirt…”

So I took off her skirt.

Then she says, “Take off my bra and panties…”

So I took off her bra and panties.

Then she says, “If I ever catch you wearing my clothes again, I’m telling mom and dad!”

It was just another lazy afternoon. I was lying on my bed, scrolling through my phone, when my step-sister barged into my room without knocking—classic her.

“Hey, big brother…” she said, a mischievous smirk on her face. She had that look that meant trouble. “Take off my shirt.”

I blinked, confused. “What?”

“You heard me. Take off my shirt.”

Not wanting to argue, I pulled her shirt off, revealing the next layer of her outfit.

She crossed her arms. “Now, take off my skirt.”

I sighed, but I complied, pulling off her skirt. By now, I was wondering where this was going.

She raised an eyebrow. “Take off my bra and panties.”

At this point, I was beyond baffled, but I did as she asked. With every layer removed, my confusion grew.

Finally, she stood there in my room, tapping her foot impatiently. Then she leaned in and said, “If I ever catch you wearing my clothes again, I’m telling Mom and Dad!”

My jaw dropped. She turned on her heel and walked out, leaving me standing there holding her entire outfit, feeling both exposed and defeated.