"Ah mom, can't I sleep in?"

"Out of bed," she said again. "I only have half an hour before I have to go to work. Breakfast's almost ready. Get your sister up while I get dressed."

"She can eat later."

"David Bell, you get out of bed this instant and get dressed." She sounded mad now. "And if you don't have Beth up and dressed in ten minutes you will be pulling weeds tomorrow and all next week instead of going out with your friends. Now get moving buster."

"Okay," I muttered. Last time I didn't do what she said I got grounded for a week, and it was Spring vacation too. So there I was, a twelve year old having to stay home on a warm Spring day to babysit Bethy, my six year old sister. I wanted to be out with the guys riding bikes or exploring the woods or fighting a mighty battle in the quarry. But mom had to go to work and Mrs. Konski was out of town visiting family or something. How could she do that to me? What a bummer way to start Spring vacation.

I tossed the covers off and pulled my pants on. Bethy's room was next to mine and I thumped on her door. "Time to get up Bethy. Mom has to go to work real soon and she has breakfast for us."

"Go away," I heard through the closed door.

"Mom said to get up and get dressed right now." No way was I gonna get grounded because of her. She was my sister and I took care of her but ...

"Are you out of bed yet?" I grumbled as I grabbed the door knob.

"Go away I said," came through the door as I opened it.

When the door opened I saw she was still in bed. "Come on, Bethy, mom said so."

"Oh, alright," she answered, "but you gotta help me get dressed."

"I don't gotta do nothing."

"Yes you do or I'm staying in bed all day," she threatened with a grin. She always got her way eventually and I didn't have time to argue.

"Out of bed, you," I said and yanked the covers off. As usual she slept in her undies and, as usual, she squealed, smiling all the time.

"Out!" and I pulled her feet across the mattress, pulling her undies tight up between her legs. All I could do was stare dumbly as the protruding mound pressed tight against her panties.

"You're looking at me again," she said in her soft voice. "Mom said you're not supposed to do that anymore."

"I know Bethy but I can't help it," I told her.

She got out of bed and off came her tee shirt and panties and bareassed, trotted over to her dresser and pulled out shorts, a tee shirt and a clean pair of panties. A turn and she stood in front of me naked. Again. She was such a tease. She handed her clothes to me and said, "I gotta pee," and trotted out the door, stopping and waving her fingers at me. "Come on. I'm not coming back here to get dressed, you know." The little teaser shook her bare butt at me then scampered to the bathroom.

All I could do was follow, and as usual, she was waiting for me, sitting on the pot with her legs spread wide. She giggled and said, "You know you're not supposed to look," and spread her legs wider with her famous teasing grin.

Of course I looked. Her little lips seemed to open up a little and a wide flat stream of pee arced out to splash against the inside of the bowl. It went on for a long time.

"Well?" she asked imperiously when she was done. "I want you to do it." Eyes went to the toilet paper roll.

I grabbed a wad of toilet paper and she leaned back a little, fingers spreading herself open, chin on her chest to watch as I wiped her damp little slit. She smiled and hopped off the pot to stand in front of me.

"Dress me now?" and put her arms up.

I stared at her bare body again. I couldn't help it, she really was cute naked.

"Well? You gonna get me dressed or you gonna wait for mom to get mad at you," she said with a grin. ......(cont)