With my body, soft and light, I’m easy prey to tickle fight. My dad and brother always win, But our last one had turned to sin. Home from college, summer break, Who knew this time, there's more at stake. My brother has been texting me, And some of them seductively. My brother Bob is 6 foot two, Says little Sis, I’m after you. I tried to run but had no chance, Now I’m wishing I wore pants. I tried escaping, no avail, Both...

Last call to dance, she took a chance, The song they played was slow. It’s normally a man for me, But I watched her body flow. Her muscled form is not my norm, But something bout her smile, Her manly arms, still girlish charms, Just something 'bout her style. Now feeling light, she pulled me tight, With a force that says I’m yours. I played the sprite for her delight, In hopes I'm what she adores. "My little waif, with me...

I love attention that it brings, When I adjust my panty strings. At my school in the hall, Or at the Starbucks in the mall. All the guys just stop and stare, In hopes they get a peek down there. I often bend at the start of class, So my professor sees my ass. They mostly seat me in the front row, In hopes they get my panty show. For better grades I part my knees, And watch his bulge from what he sees. In the mall I’ll fin...