We all slept in the next morning, or at least I did. When I finally dragged myself out of bed, both Terri and Remmi weren’t with me. I pulled on my clothes slowly as I was sore from last night.
I found the pair sitting at the table, having finished breakfast and talking quietly.
“Oh, she’s up,” Remmi said.
“Finally!” Terri shook her head.
“There’s some tea in there if you want some, along with the leftovers from breakfast,” Remmi said, holding up her teacup.
“Thanks. I miss anything?” I asked as I made myself a plate and sat down.
“Not really, just cleaned up from last night and chatted a bit,” Remmi said.
I looked at the living room and found no trace of last night’s game.
“You have to clean the carpet?” I asked as I stuffed my face.
“No,” Remmi chuckled. “I think the comforter’s salvageable as well.”
“That’s good. I’d hate to be wasteful,” I said. “So, what’s on the agenda for today?”
“Well, if you’d like, Terri told me you needed to go to the mall for some things. I borrowed a car for the day, so I can run you over there if you’d like,” Remmi said.
“Thanks, that’d be great, but my bank card hasn’t shown up yet,” I said.
“Not a problem. Terri tells me you’ve got money coming. I can spot you until yours shows up,” Remmi nodded.
“Thanks, I’d appreciate that,” I said. “I could use both of your opinions on some new clothes options as well, if you don’t mind.”
“Oh, play dress up with Ash as the doll. Sounds fun!” Terri grinned at me.
We spent the rest of the day going from one shop to another as I searched for not only some “working clothes” but also some more “adult” clothes.
Mom had taken me shopping, but I’d had to be careful what I was buying with her. Now that I was shopping with the two women I’d just slept with, I didn’t have to try and hide my body from them.
Terri gave me some great ideas for my working clothes, and I had to admit that she kept me from making some mistakes in purchases I would have made on my own. Outfits I thought would be elegant and nice-looking on camera, Terri pointed out the problems I’d have. At first, I was skeptical, but she showed me in the dressing room what would happen. After that, I stopped resisting and listened to her… as long as she didn’t try to get me to buy sweats.
Remmi was Godsent. Her taste in fashion was far past both Terri’s and I’s tastes combined. It had only taken a few false starts for me to finally give in and trust her. Clothes I thought would look really nice or sexy ended up looking trashy when I tried them on. Remmi had tried to warn me with each piece, but I hadn’t listened.
Remmi didn’t say a word when I came out of the dressing room and hung up everything on the “return rack” that I’d taken in there.
“OK,” I said, hanging my head in defeat. “I’ll listen now,” I said to Remmi. She didn’t say anything; she just turned around and picked up a stack of clothes from the chair behind her. Apparently, she’d been picking things out for me while I’d been trying on my crappy choices.
“Let’s start with these,” Remmi said as she led me into one of the larger dressing rooms.
I closed the door behind us as she hung up all the clothes on the hooks around the room.
“Where’s Terri?”
“Trying on shoes across the way. She says she’s got a loaded closet as it is, but she could always use new shoes,” Remmi said.
“Yeah, her shoe collection is pretty impressive,” I said.
“OK,” Remmi said, hanging up the last of the clothes she’d carried in. “Let me see if my ‘telepathic powers’ are still working,” she grinned at me. “Let me guess, you pretty much own jeans, t-shirts and the odd blouse right now, right?”
“Uh, yeah.”
“Don’t worry, I was the same way at your age,” Remmi tapped her chin. “Something nice to go out in for dinner? Nothing too fancy but nice enough to impress, I take it?” Remmi looked at me.
“Actually, yeah. That was on the list,” I said.
Remmi nodded and thumbed through the clothes before pulling out an outfit.
It was simple, something I wouldn’t consider classy.
Remmi saw my expression and handed it to me, “Trust me.”
For some reason, I was hesitant to undress in front of her. Even after everything we’d done last night, I was nervous. I heard Remmi chuckle and looked up to see her turning her back to me. She pretended she was looking at tags as I quickly changed.
I frowned at myself in the mirror when I had the new outfit on. “I don’t know about this one,” I said.
Remmi turned around to look at me. “That’s because you’re wearing it wrong,” Remmi came over and began adjusting the fit of the outfit on me. I didn’t know there was more than one way to wear an outfit, but after Remmi’s tutelage, the outfit now looked elegant on me.
“Wow,” I said, admiring myself in the mirror.
“Good enough?” Remmi asked.
“And then some,” I grinned, gazing at myself.
“It looks good now, but how about later when–”
“When it ends up wadded up on the floor?” I flirted. It came easily, with no hesitation, just heat.
“Actually,” Remmi began, “I was thinking more about you getting a bit carried away while it was still on.”
“Oh,” I said, instantly realizing what she meant. My outfit looked great right now, but how would it look if I had a raging hard-on? “Uh…” I started at a loss for exactly what to do.
Remmi came to the rescue again. She came over to me and, without warning, placed her hand on my crotch.
I reflexively stepped back, but she didn’t let go of me.
“Did you need me to bring Terri in here, or–” was as far as Remmi got before she felt me stirring to life.
A moment later, I was rock hard.
“OK, let’s see what we’re working with here,” Remmi said as she turned me this way, then that, looking at me from all angles. She made some adjustments, and suddenly, you couldn’t see my bulge anymore.
“Wow!” I was impressed. I hadn’t considered any of the things she did to adjust the fit of my clothes. Now I was standing, admiring myself in the nice outfit without it giving away the fact my cock was at attention.
“Like it? Good, let’s try the next one,” Remmi said.
This scene repeated itself several times as Remmi ran through outfit after outfit. Some worked, some didn’t, but each time, Remmi would have to help me get aroused to check the fit. With each outfit I tried on, she opened more and more buttons of her blouse, giving me a very enticing view. This helped, but by the time we got to the last outfit, her blouse was hanging wide open and her bra was off. In addition, my cock was screaming at me from all the teasing.
“All right, I think that about does it,” Remmi said as she adjusted the last fit from where she was kneeling in front of me. “You happy with this one?”
I looked down at my sister, who was on her knees in front of me, looking back at me. The sight made my cock twitch, and unfortunately, Remmi saw it.
“Well, someone seems to like it,” she said, glancing at my cock.
“It’s because you’ve been teasing it all afternoon. Now you’re on your knees in front of it with your hair pulled back like you’re about to–,” I said as quietly as my excited voice would let me.
Remmi looked up at me. “You think I don’t know that?” she asked. “You wonder why I didn’t kneel for any of the other outfits?” She grinned at me with an evil smile.
“There you go again with the evil grins,” I said, feeling my pulse quickening.
“Do you want me to stop?” she asked me in a voice that made me twitch again. “Didn’t think so. Besides, Terri taught me about responsibility last night. I know what I did, and now I’m going to take care of it.”
From where she was kneeling, Remmi began to undress me. I wasn’t sure where she was going, but I was pretty sure she didn’t want to have sex on the dressing room floor of the mall. If she was going to give me a handjob, she didn’t need to take off all my clothes. But as I watched, she peeled every inch of clothing off my body, finally freeing my still complaining cock.
She was eye-to-eye with the beast and just stared it down.
“I’m pretty sure you can’t read its mind,” I teased.
“Oh, I know I can,” Remmi disagreed as she moved forward and began to quietly kiss the belly of my cock. “I’ve always wanted to do this.”
“Oh really?” I asked.
“The dressing room, dork,” Remmi chastised.
“Uh-huh. And why do I have to be naked again?” I whispered, feeling strangely vulnerable.
“Because I like looking at you,” Remmi said as she returned to kissing my length. Her hands roamed my thighs, teasing me as she started to run her tongue up my length until she was sucking the head into her mouth.
She paused long enough to say, “Plus, there’s no lock on the door. If someone came in right now, there’s no hiding what we’re doing, is there?”
I stared at my sister as her lips circled my cock once more. “You’re just like dad,” I said.
Remmi winked at me as she started to take my cock into her mouth. She didn’t get very far before she had to stop. She began to bob on the end of my cock with shallow strokes.