"What do you think you are doing?"
Startled by my sister's question, I moved to cover up.
"Stop! No point hiding anything now."
"But"
Still trying to cover myself up I moved towards my clothes on the floor.
"Don't move."
"But."
"After catching you with my panties wrapped around your dick you are going to do what you are told."
Resigning myself to some severe scolding and punishments I lowered my head.
At 19 now it had just me and my sister for five years , our parents having died when i was 14 their car hitting a patch of ice on the road had careered into another killing them instantly.
My sister being 18 at the time had taken charge and became a second mom to me in a way, treating me and expecting me to follow her wishes as if she was our mom. It had been long time since I had been caught by her and in a position to be punished.
"Why Tim?"
Keeping my head down I said nothing.
"You can't avoid this Tim, Why?"
Muttering I replied, "Because of how they feel."
"How they feel?" Laura said with a quizzical look on her face
"What do you mean?"
Still muttering, "Just because of how they feel."
"Ok."
I looked at my sister it was clear she was considering my answer, at this point I just wanted to run and hide in my room but knew saying or doing anything could provoke her to punish me more severely.
A few minutes later my sister spoke again
"For now go put some clothes on."
Moving to pick up the clothes I had left on her bedroom floor my sister simply said "Leave them, I'll put them in the wash."
Nodding to her and without saying anything, I left her room covering myself with my hands even though she had already seen everything. Heading to my room I grabbed a pair of boxers, a pair of jeans and a t-shirt and put them on, before lying down on my bed and staring at the ceiling.
I was a little worried; it was unusual for my sister not to state my punishment straight away, this could mean I was in for something more punishing than the usual.
An hour later at about twenty past five, my sister called me down for food, it was unusual for us to eat together on a weekday as she was usually working. Even with everything that had happened I was not going to miss a meal made by my sister.
My sister was an amazing cook it was how she had got such a good position in a local restaurant at her age.