Trap

Thanks guys, for continuously asking regarding any updates for my sister-in-law.
No, she did not act weird or awkward at all. We still chit chat and talk like we normally do, same energy, same casual conversations. Nothing feels tense or forced. 

However, maybe it’s just my own awareness playing tricks on me, every time she sees me, her eyes seem to land on my legs first. Just briefly. Maybe it’s nothing. Maybe it’s just my own awareness playing tricks on me. Either way, things between us are normal.

Anyway, this week is not about her.

This week is about Xav.

It all started with this ridiculous bet I made with Xav. I told him I will give him a fulfill one of his requests if he could win me in a game. Honestly, I planned to let him win, just to keep things interesting but he was such a noob that it was almost unfair. Eventually, I claimed victory, fair and square.

The tricky part, I hadn’t really thought about what the “punishment” would be if he lost. Totally unplanned, In a snap decision, I leaned back and slipped my hand under the hem of my skirt. I was wearing a normal white tee with a denim skirt, the kind of outfit that blends into a crowd without trying. We were also seated at the corner of a café, half-hidden from the rest of the room. Perfect spot and time. Carefully, I eased my thong down, letting it slide free from the warm, damp skin it had been pressed against all day. The wet spot on my thong made the whole “punishment” feel even more thrilling

I held it out, and he instinctively took it, awkwardly wrapping it around his wrist. The original 'punishment' was for him to use it to tie my hair, but since he decided wrap it around his wrist, I let him be. 

The rest of the day turned into a playful game. Every time he glanced at his wrist, I felt this quiet rush of satisfaction, knowing he was carrying my little stunt everywhere. On and off, I would walk slightly faster and swing my hips, enjoying the little shiver of attention it drew. There was even one moment when I lifted the back of my dress just enough to show him a peek of my butt cheek.

By the end of the night, I rewarded him in my own mischievous way. I sucked him while stroking him with the thong. I even let him cum onto the thong and force him to keep the thong as a little trophy, a reminder of the game we’d played and the mischief I’d pulled.

Sis-in-law

Today, I worked from home and, as usual, woke up just five minutes before my shift started. In a rush, I slapped on a nipple sticker and my corporate tee, no shorts, just the white thong I had been wearing since last night. Perfectly “professional,” right? Well, sort of.

I joined the morning Zoom meeting, which, honestly, was mostly for headcount. Within a few minutes, I was already bored and fighting off sleep. Since it was on Zoom, I couldn’t just turn off my camera and crawl back into bed, so I settled for fidgeting a bit in my chair, trying to stay awake.

Then I heard the door creak. My sister-in-law had come in to put away my dried clothes. I hadn’t locked the door.

I froze for a moment, heart thudding, and slowly realized she might have noticed how little I was wearing. The oversized tee barely covered my thighs, and the white thong underneath… well, let’s just say it wasn’t exactly invisible. I quickly sat straighter, trying to act casual, and forced my gaze back to the Zoom screen.

She glanced at me, paused, and gave a faint, polite smile, like she’d spotted something slightly unusual, but didn’t want to make it awkward. Maybe she’d noticed the thong? Maybe she just thought my oversized tee was… fashionably short. Either way, the awareness made my skin tingle, a mix of embarrassment and thrill I couldn’t quite hide.

I tried to focus on the meeting, but my mind kept wandering. The combination of being half-dressed, stuck on camera, and knowing someone else was in the room made my morning anything but boring.

After she left, I exhaled slowly, relief washing over me but the tiny thrill of her presence lingered. I plopped back on the couch, still fidgeting a little in my chair, remembering the subtle tension from the late night’s noodle encounter. Somehow, even the mundane act of being home alone felt charged.

It was around 1 pm when hunger finally kicked in. I had missed breakfast, though I remembered asking my mom to grab something for me earlier. I hesitated for a moment, contemplating whether to throw on some shorts. My sister-in-law usually stayed tucked away in her room, so I decided to take the chance.

Just my oversized tee and the white thong, I went out, imagining it would be a quick mission. But as I stepped into the living room, my stomach did a tiny flip.

There she was, my sister-in-law, sitting on the couch, legs stretched out on the coffee table, scrolling on her phone, completely absorbed… or so I hoped.

For a second, I froze, acutely aware of how exposed I must look. The tee barely covered my thighs, and the faint hint of white underneath made me blush. But instead of rushing past, I lingered just a beat too long, letting the playful tension of the moment settle in.

“Did mom bring my breakfast?” I asked, trying to sound casual, though my voice probably carried more self-consciousness than I intended.

She glanced up, gave a small, polite smile, and said yes before returning to her phone. I swear I caught a brief flicker in her eyes, but she stayed calm.

I quickly made my way to the kitchen, and for the best part, I decided to have my breakfast at the dining table instead of going back to my room. After all, I had already been seen by my sister-in-law, and she had been so calm about it, why not embrace it?

Sadly, when I walked back, she was napping on the sofa, sprawled out comfortably. I froze for a second, not wanting to disturb her, and quietly tiptoed past, trying to contain a small, guilty smile at how absurdly playful the morning had turned out to be.

Evening rolled around, and I had spent the afternoon lost in work, still occasionally replaying the morning’s little encounters in my head. Around dinner time, my sister-in-law called out that the food was ready.

I got up, slipping on a pair of shorts over my tee and thong. Not that I thought she’d notice, but… well, the morning had made me hyper-aware of how visible I could be.

When I walked into the dining area, I caught her eyes immediately. For a brief second, I swear the first thing she did was check whether I was wearing shorts. I felt a rush of amusement, and relief, when she relaxed after realizing I was. She gave a faint smile, casual, as if nothing unusual had happened, but I couldn’t help smirking inwardly at the playful tension that lingered.

E____a

 Guys, Happy 2026!!!
Amazed how time has flies, this year is gonna be a busy year for me. Multiple events coming up, and also, my own BTO. Hehe.

Anyway, I have something really interesting to share. Last month, after doing some careful calculations, I realized I owed a special shoutout to E____a. He had purchased a total of 65 pairs of clothing in just one year. Honestly, thank you, that’s… impressive.

Like I said before, I know you’re rich, but maybe save a little for yourself, okay? And, please, don’t make last-minute requests for extra clothing, it can get tricky.

Which brings me to this one time: we had a deal at a shopping centre in the west. Everything was going smoothly, until, at the very last minute, he made an unusual request, he asked for the my bra, and the shorts I was wearing that day and just to give you guys the context, I had literally just finished my jog, so I was still in my post-run outfit, comfortable, casual, and slightly disheveled.

Trust me, I frozed. The request was completely unexpected, and honestly, a little ridiculous. My jog outfit wasn’t exactly “deal-ready”, the bra was nothing fancy, and the shorts were my most comfortable, worn-in pair.

At first, I refused. I mean, it felt absurd! Handing over my actual worn clothing on a whim but then he mentioned the payout again. Not just that, he was willing to sponsor a new bra and a dress for me, just for agreeing. There was just one limit: the replacement had to be a dress, and he suggested that a sundress would be best.

I hesitated, weighing practicality against the ridiculousness and the tiny thrill of doing something daring. In the end, I decided to go for it. I handed over my black bra, and my comfy FBT shorts. 

The whole transaction felt like a secret little adventure. I had to find a good discreet place to place my big package while maintaining composure

Overall, appreciated for your contribution and thanks for the new dress.