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Tuesday, November 19th: next Auction winner takes her shots.
Jill had the power and it seemed she knew just how to use it.
Her face was blushing and her fingers were trembling as she saw the determined look on the younger girl's face and began undoing the buttons on her blouse.
Opening the buttons slowly from top to bottom, torturing herself but prolonging Jill's pleasure, she pulled her blouse free from her waistband and shrugged it off her smooth shoulders. Placing it on the desk beside her, she quickly brought her hands back in front of her to cover herself. She was wearing a very sexy, white lace bra, which hid her small breasts but could not prevent her erect nipples from protruding through the lace. Standing nervously in front of her younger step-sister, her face burned a deep shade of red as she waited for, and dreaded, Jill's next instruction.
"Well, what are you waiting for, sis. Take off your skirt too and place it on the desk with your blouse."
Sarah could feel herself shaking her head in protest but she knew that the longer she took to comply with her pupil's demands, the more she risked being discovered undressing in her own classroom in front of a pupil -- even if that pupil was her step-sister.
This realisation spurred her on and, without further hesitation, she lowered her hands from her breasts, and reaching behind herself, opened the button on the waistband before undoing the zip. Taking a deep breath, she let her linen skirt slide slowly down her toned legs until she was able to step out of it. Bending forward ever so slightly, feeling Jill's eyes on her breasts, she lifted her skirt and placed it on the desk beside her blouse. Now she had two areas to protect and, as her left arm quickly moved up to cover her bra, her right hand moved down just as quickly to cover her newly exposed panties. Her panties belonged to a matching set and, just like her bra, were a lacy white which barely covered her hidden charms.
She stopped at that point and pleaded with her step-sister not to make her go any further. Shaking her head, however, Jill was in no mood to compromise.
"That wouldn't be fair, sis. You're naked in the other photos and I think you should be naked now. After all, I'm sure you will be glad to get rid of that slutty underwear. Is that what older people think is sexy?"
A hurt expression briefly flashed across Sarah's face and Jill knew her words had hit the mark. Her harsh words were upsetting her teacher and she decided to push home her advantage.
"Ok, Sarah, take off the bra and lay it on the desk." Once again, Jill's curt words left no room for debate. But still she had to try.
"Please, Jill, I can't. You can't really want me to expose myself in front of you, do you?" She knew she was practically begging now but she didn't know what else to do.
Jill said nothing, simply staring at her teacher, and Sarah knew her slight resistance was futile. Her whole body seemed to resign itself as she reached back with both hands and unclasped her bra. Almost tantalisingly, the straps slowly slid down her arms before she forced herself to peel the cups from her breasts and placed the white lace on her desk. Her face seemed to be an even darker red than before, if that was possible, and she squeezed her thighs together to stop the inevitable tingling between her legs that always accompanied her enforced exposure. Both hands now moved back to her breasts, trying to protect them from the schoolgirl's hungry eyes.
"Now, sis, that's not the way your breasts looked in the photo, is it? You didn't seem to be bothered covering them up when you were running about the house, naked, with mother. I want you to put your arms straight down by your sides and keep them there. Or you know what the consequences are."
Sarah knew she had no choice as she lowered her hands slowly to her sides, the weight of Jill's threat lying heavily upon her.