"Bailey!" You growl, furiously storming into your stepsisters room. "Why hello there brother dearest. How was work today?" Bailey lowers her book, innocently sprawled out atop her bed.

"You know exactly how it went! Now hurry up and hand over the damn key." You demand. "What, you mean this key?" Your stepsister lifts up her top, revealing your chastity key wedged snugly between her bra encased cleavage.

"Yes that one!" You reach out in desperation but Bailey quickly snaps her top back down and backs out of reach. "Uh, uh, uh little bro. Your boss included me in that deal you made with her, remember?" Bailey wags her finger at you before pulling out her phone. "Or, should I call Chanel and ask what she thinks? She seems great by-the-way, we've been texting each other non-stop since you introduced us."

"No! Please, Bailey. I'm begging you. Don't call my boss! I'll help you out with your stupid psychology project but please just let me out. You don't know how hard it's been for me." You deflate, letting go of your anger and going straight to bargaining. "I think I know how... not hard it's been." Bailey giggles. "But relax, it'll be over before you know it. You keep your head down at work until I finish my project and then everything goes back to normal. I'll tell you what. If we start the project now, I'll even let you cum tonight. Is that enough to sweeten the deal?" Your brain stops working after Bailey tells you that she'd let you cum.