A lesson from the "big sister"

It wasn't often that Jesse and Jane were able to celebrate a successful heist. Their more triumphant outings weren't all that satisfactory, as they would have to surrender most of the earnings to Georgia, who would then funnel it to Vivian. The sister's cut would be a mere pittance compared to the cut their employers took, but it was an unspoken rule among outlaws that that heist planner took home the biggest share. Dangerous as the duo was, neither of them possessed the skills that allowed their employers to call the shots. This had been proven time and again, as their attempts to step up their banditry would be immediately thwarted by Texas.

This day marked a great change for the villainous pair. They had knocked over a bank and made off with a safe with no trouble whatsoever. Their luck had turned around in a way the neither of them could've possibly imagined. The very woman that kept them from moving up in the world of crime did nothing to stop them from their heist. Not only that, but she actually helped them! Needless to say, Jesse and Jane were on cloud nine. They giggled in amusement at the stunned looks they got from passersby. They were no doubt expecting their sheriff to swoop in and stop them in their tracks. Little did they know, the person they were waiting for was riding caboose in the back of Jesse's pants!

The two chattered excitedly the entire walk home, already making plans for what to buy with the money they had made. Once they arrived, Jesse hip checked the door open, bringing further discomfort to the weasel trapped against her ass. The safe was dropped in the middle of the room, its new owners bouncing with anticipation.

"No more wearin the same outfits every day!" Jane crooned happily. "Now we can get us a whole wardrobe!"

"Listen to you talkin' all fancy like!" Jesse said with a snicker. "Just because we're rich don't mean we gotta start being snobs. More money means more food for as, that's all"

"Eh, I guess you got a point. Besides, who's got time to keep up with more than one set of clothes?" Jane said with a sheepish smile.

"That's right. Now, let's break this baby in and count our loot!"

Jane's smile widened and as she quickly got into position to the left of the safe while Jesse stood on the opposite end. Of all the things they were known for, the destructive power of their butts stood on the top of the list. That played a major part in why their services were constantly sought after by Vivian, as no other pair of outlaws could boast enough raw power to smash open safes just by bashing their butts against it. Jesse began the countdown:

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June had no idea what was happening on the outside. She put all of her focus on trying to appreciate Jesse's musky, sweat drenched backside. It was, after all, something that she did enjoyed doing prior to losing her memory. It was part of her identity, so it was important to her that she embrace that part of herself. That said, she was finding it pretty damn hard to enjoy this. The only positive thing she took away from stewing in Jesse's pants was the very faint scent of cinnamon intermixed with old farts and stale sweat. Her thoughts were interrupted as Jesse's hips rocked back suddenly and collided against something with a frightening thud. The impact threw the weasel for a loop and rattled her already flattened bones to the core. It wouldn't be the only time though, as another impact came three seconds later.

*SMASH!!*

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Again and again, Jesse would throw the entirety of her lower weight into her powerful hip checks, all while her "big sister" suffered beneath her. The constant pummeling had an interesting effect on June. The increasing heat from Jesse's assertion, the increasing pressure, and the outpouring of sweat were too much for her body to handle. June felt her form lose more and more of it's shape, her shifting from a fine paste to a loose goopy substance oozing from off of the pig's butt. The weasel dripped downward, finally being exposed to the outside world again as her liquified body gradually poured from the leg of Jesse's pants. Her little sister had been so caught up in trying to break open the safe that she didn't even feel June literally being melted by her strikes. Unfortunately for her, their rear ended **** would bear no fruit as the most they could manage were a few dents on the surface.

"God damn... what're they making these things out of?!" Jesse wheezed as she wiped the sweat from her brow. They had to take a break to catch their breathes as they were left sweating and exhausted from the effort.

"I dunno if we're gonna be able to crack this one by ourselves... Do we have any dynamite laying around or something?" Jane asked as she felt back onto her butt and fanned herself.

"Nah. Even if we did, it probably wouldn't do us much good" Jesse sighed.

"Great! We finally break off from the others and plan our own bank robbery and now we can't even get to our loot!" Jane grumbled angrily. "Why did you have us hall it back here?! We coulda had one of the tellers open it for us!"

"Hey! Don't pin this one on me!" Jesse replied defensively. "We've been breaking open safes for years! How was I supposed to know that they upgraded?! Besides, I didn't hear you complaining back at the bank!"

"Oh yeah?! Well you...!" Jane was about to launch into a tirade when she noticed something odd. "You... got somethin' on your foot"

Jesse blinked and looked down at her foot to find a brown puddle had formed beneath her. She was bewildered and confused as to what this meant, but she quickly realized that it was a person due to the two dizzied eyes that floated in the middle of it. She had forgotten all about the incident that led to their success; how Texas Stanton had lost her memory and had been duped into thinking that they were family. She would've blown their cover right then and there had Jane not spoken up.

"Hey... isn't that June?" Jane asked worriedly.

Jesse's eyes widened as it all came back to her. This wasn't Texas Stanton. This was June, their older sister! She wanted to smack herself in the head forgetting the clever lie that she herself had came up with. She stepped back and stared nervously at the puddled weasel before them. It took about five minutes before June's body solidified and came back to it's normal shape, though the weasel was still in a daze once the process was finished. Jesse swallowed nervously as she leaned in close. She feared that the butt induced **** might've reawakened the sheriff's old temper, something that both pig sisters had come to be weary off after dealing with it for so long.

"H-Hey, sis? Sorry about that. I just... forgot you were back there..." she said softly. She winced as June turned to her with a sharp glare that was not unlike something she'd see from Texas. The weasel stared at her for a moment before letting out a sigh, her face softening to a gentle smile as she patted Jesse on the shoulder.

"Mistakes happen, sis. Just be more careful next time, okay?" she said before standing up and brushing herself off. Jesse stared at the weasel in discomfort, clearly not expecting such a lackadaisical response. June ignored her as she looked over at the beaten up safe. "Ya'll still ain't get this thing open?"

"Nah," Jane answered with a huff. "We been at it for like, ten minutes. They musta made this out of some space age stuff. Normally we'd have it reduced to a heap of iron in like, less than a second"

June nodded and walked over to the safe. She looked down at it intently, intense focus showing on her face. Deep in the recesses of her mind, small fragments of her past began to spring forth. She remembered seeing this exact type of safe at some point. Someone was coaching her on the finer points of it, like the advanced tumbler mechanism and how it had been triple reinforced with tungsten. 'You have nothing to fear. No safecracker on earth could break this puppy open!' Those words came from a fancy dressed man, perhaps the owner of the safe in question. The context of these memories was lost to her, but that didn't matter. All she cared about at that moment was helping her little sisters.

Jesse and Jane watched in confusion as the weasel knelt down and placed her ear to the safe. Her fingers worked the dial slowly, her eyes furrowed with an unsettling amount of concentration. They were tempted to speak and ask about what she was doing, but they didn't want to make her loose her concentration. Minutes ticked by as they watched their big sister work, her face remaining stoic as her ears occasionally perked up. A subtle *click* brought an end to the tension as June stood to her feet with a wide smile. She tossed the safe door open, exposing it's contents. Jesse and Jane were nothing short of amazed!

"Holy crap! June did it!" Jesse cried as she ran over and pulled the weasel into a crushing hug. "You're the best, big sis!"

"T-think... nothin' of it..." June coughed as she patted her larger sister on the back.

"I hate to spoil the mood, but there ain't no money in here!" Jane called out.

Jesse and June looked over to find Jane rummaging through the contents of the safe. Indeed, there was no gold bars, no precious jewels, not even any unmarked bills. Instead, there were stacks of old looking paper. They looked like giant elaborate bills, though the material was noticeably different to the touch. Jesse and Jane felt their hearts collectively sink at this discovery. Their first big heist all by themselves and THIS is what they had to show for it!

"Well, this was a big ol' waste of time..." Jesse mumbled. The duo walked over to the couch in behind them and plopped down, sulking as they did so.

"Hey, think of it like this: we proved to everybody that we don't need no help from Georgia or Vivian. That's gotta count for something, right?" Jane said with a half hearted smile.

"Yeah, but that don't put food on our plate" Jesse replied as she leaned lazily against the armrest.

"I mean... n-no, it doesn't, but-"

"Jesse. Jane. Come 'ere"

The two sister looked back over to the safe, where June was looking through the odd looking papers. They remained seated, waiting for their sister to explain herself when June looked up at them with narrowed eyes. "Yer big sis said, come here"

For some reason, that second order was enough to make them both stand at attention. They'd never heard the weasel take that tone before, not even back when she was Texas. It was a dark, commanding tone of voice... not unlike something they'd hear from Vivian. Hearing it come from Texas creeped them out, to say the least. As they walked over, June stood up and turned to them with a wide smile.

"Ah need to teach ya'll somethin. This paper right here?" she began as she grabbed a handful and thumbed through the pages. "These right here is what we call 'bearer bonds.' These're worth a lot more money than you two realize"

"R-really?" Jane asked excitedly. "So what, do we sell em or what? How do we use em? How-"

"Ah ain't done explainin" June said raising her hand. "Bearer bonds are real good for folks in our chose line'a work. Unlike cash, these little babies can't be traced. You'll catch a lotta politicians usin' these to line their pockets. This is a special haul we got here."

"I... guess I get what you're saying..." Jesse began as she scratched her chin curiously. "But what I don't get is... why we need to know all this? You coulda just said 'this stuff is better than money' and left it at that!"

"Because," June began as she tossed the papers back into the safe, the sudden movement making her sisters flinch nervously. "outlaws gotta know the worth of the stuff they pinch. Ya'll were about to call this a loss without even knowin' what you had! How're ya gonna get ahead if yadon't use yer heads?!"

Jesse and Jane shrank back. Never before had they been talked to in such a way. Even Vivian knew better than to raise her voice at the pair while they were in earshot. Yet despite that... all they could feel at that moment was shame. Normally they would trounce whatever fool had mouthed off to them, but they found themselves enraptured by the weasel's tirade. Much as it pained them to admit, she was absolutely right. They hung their heads in embarrassment before feeling the gentle hand of their big sister grabbing onto their arms.

"Don't beat yerselves up. Most bank robbers could only dream of making off with this much loot. Ya'll done made yer sister real proud today" she said with a bright smile. The pig sister's hearts sored at the weasel's praise as they brought her in for a tight embrace.

"Thanks, sis... that means a lot commin from you..." Jane said softly.

"Yeah, we really..." Jesse trailed off, her eyes slowly opening as it occurred to her how stranger this moment was. This wasn't their sister. This was a amnesiac Texas, who had been conned into thinking that they were siblings. The only reason she even came up with that story was to keep the sheriff from foiling their plan! Why did were they acting like they were actual family? She pulled away from the weasel, feeling incredibly uncomfortable as she backed away. Jane looked over at her confused.

"You feeling alright, Jess?" she asked concernedly.

"What, you all of a sudden too cool to hug yer big sis?" June joked. Jesse cringed at the weasel's statement. There was no way she'd ever accept such a scrawny thing as family. As far as she was concerned, "June" was nothing more than a glorified seat cushion and servant to her and Jane. A familiar rumbling in her stomach broke her train of thought. It only just then occurred to her that she and Jane hadn't had breakfast in preparation for their early morning bank robbery.

"Dang. All this excitement's got me starving!" Jane said as she rubbed her generous gut. She looked over to June and smile. "Mind making us some grub, big sis?"

"Y-yeah!" Jesse added with a grin. "Go make us something to eat, like you always do!"

Jesse didn't care about the food so much as she did reasserting control over their new sibling. She didn't like how quickly June was able to get them to fall in line. She had gotten the weasel to subject herself to her musky backside without complaint, so she wanted keep adding more fake memories to the identity she had created for her. She felt nervous as June looked at her with a deadpan expression but relaxed as the weasel smiled warmly.

"Anything for mah lil sisters. Ya'll just sit back and relax while ah whip up somethin nice and greasy for ya! Then ah'll show ya howda spend these here bonds!" June said before walking over to the kitchen area.

"Thanks, June!" Jane called back as she plopped back onto the couch. As she dug through the cushions in search of the television remote, Jesse remained standing. Despite having her request obeyed by the former sheriff, she didn't feel any more in control. Something about what June said bothered her, despite how innocuous her words were. The answer came suddenly: she had offered to make their food greasy. It was no secret that she and Jane had an immense love for the greasiest and sloppiest foods imaginable, but how would June know that? Everything she knew was shaped by what they told her, after all..

"Jess, would sit your big behind down?! You're blockin' the TV!" Jane snapped.

"Oh! Sorry!" Jesse said as she sat down on the other end of the couch. While the two watching their show, their noses caught the lovely aroma coming from the kitchen. Any lingering doubts in Jesse's head left as she eagerly awaited their meal.