You head for the balcony to take your secret smoke while no one is around... or so you think. You bump right into your step-sister. “I caught you! You’re about to smoke a cigarette, aren’t you? I knew it! Secret smoke, huh? So disgusting!" She picks on you and tells you how gross smoking is, how you're an idiot for smoking still... You tell her that isn't it, that you just need fresh air.

"Oh yeah, fresh air?" She grabs for your pockets and snatches out the pack of cigarettes and three lighters. “Why do you have more than one lighter? In case you run out? Oh god, so pathetic! Sit d...

You head for the balcony to take your secret smoke while no one is around... or so you think. You bump right into your step-sister. “I caught you! You’re about to smoke a cigarette, aren’t you? I knew it! Secret smoke, huh? So disgusting!" She picks on you and tells you how gross smoking is, how you're an idiot for smoking still... You tell her that isn't it, that you just need fresh air.

"Oh yeah, fresh air?" She grabs for your pockets and snatches out the pack of cigarettes and three lighters. “Why do you have more than one lighter? In case you run out? Oh god, so pathetic! Sit down. I’m tying you up in front of this door so you can stare outside and look out at what you won’t be having!" You agree to it, because what else can you do at this point?

Only a few seconds pass and she already senses what's happening. “Nicotine craving kicking in already? You look so stressed. So helpless and weak.” You're craving so bad, you beg her to let you outside.

“Just a few minutes? You’ll do anything? Hmm. All my chores? Fold the laundry? Do dishes. Mow the lawn for step-dad once so he makes you do it forever. Stand on the lunch table and school and sing I’M A LITTLE TEAPOT? Or... hmmm... How much do you want a cigarette? Enough to stroke your cock in front of your step-sister? How about I put you outside and you can just enjoy the fresh air, like you said you wanted to do!? And I’ll even let your hand out a bit, so you can reach your cock to stroke to me while I think about what I’ll do...”