Suddenly you smelled something delicious. You roll over and walk on all fours to the side of your bed. You knew that smell. It was Pancakes.
You rush down stairs hearing your feet slap against the floor and the breeze between your legs.
You see your older sister making breakfast and slide onto your chair with an audible screech that immediately got Kat’s attention. She turned around and saw you then frond. “Your really serious about the whole ‘no panties in your girl form’ thing aren’t you?” She asked seamingly disapointed.
You nod your head excitedly your legs dangling off the front of the chair.
Kat let out a sigh, going back to making the pancakes. “You’re going to catch a cold you know.”
You laugh her off ‘It’s summer though. I’ll only get a cold if a play inside too much.’
Kat froze, but snapped out of it once she realized the pancakes were burning slightly.
“Kory...” she started. “Your seriously going outside. In a thin yellow dress. Without anything covering your lower parts? During a windy day!”
‘Yes!’ You reply. The thought of the wind blowing up your dress at unpredictable times, exposing your smooth crotch to the world was making your insides heat up. Your dress was even starting to develop a wet spot at the front.
Kat finished up the pancakes and started serving them to Kory and her self. “Aren’t you at all worried about getting picked up by a...” Kat stopped when Kory looked up at her questioningly. She knew it was Kory in there, but for some reason. She couldn’t say the word to such an adorable innocent young girl, and instead just settled for “... Bad person.”
Kory looked down. Seaming to consider this. In truth you hadn’t thought about that possibly till now. You then flapped her thin yellow dress to get some kind of cool breeze going between her legs. This was still to good to give up though.
‘Well...’ Kory started, sounding sad. ‘Then you’ll just have to protect me big sis!’ You stare up grinning at her. She was so strong and brave. Your sure she could handle a ped— Bad Person.
You slathered your pancakes in syrup then try to cut them, but find it more difficult than usual. ‘Umm.’ You squeak out. ‘Big sis?’ Kat glances up at you. ‘Can you cut theese pritty pweese?’ You put on your best puppy dog eyes. Kat caves and starts cutting your pancakes.
Kory: (This was going to be the best.)
Kat: (This was going to be the worst.)