Better Me Than the Bulldog

My hesitation last night comes again strong. I admit I don't have the purest thoughts about my family... and I'd be hard-pressed to turn either of them down... but using the app to get them to do things to or for me just seems a step beyond. Can I cross it?

Can I afford not to now? If I'm not in there to sexually "punish" Alice, then Hatts'll figure out another scheme to have her way with her. Sure, I made that problem, but not intentionally! I'm innocent here!

Sort of.

The point is, I have to think about what I can do to help my sister out of this bind. At the very least, I made sure she wouldn't be suspended or expelled over it (not sexy enough for Ms. Hatts, surely), now I just need to find a way to make her enjoy my...

Damn it, I wish I wasn't as hard as I am just thinking about it. Fuck it, I can't change who I am... but I can change who my gay sister is, right?

It takes an excruciating fifteen minutes to finally get out of class and find out. I pocket my phone until I'm near the office; I see a haunted Ms. Lia briefly glance at me before hurrying to her car, as well as knots of students whispering and pointing at her back. As much as I'd like to pursue her further, I've other things to attend: pulling my phone out, I quickly realize the exiting wave of students was going to make finding my sister a pain. I hunt feverishly for her label. By the time I scroll to her name, my prey is rapping her knuckles on the top of my head. “Need a favor,” she half-laughs, half-grumbles as she walks around me, “can you stick around for a few minutes? I'm going to be awhile to listen to Hatts chew me out.”

“Yeah, sure,” I mutter as I scroll her options out of sight, “I'll be in the office.”

She pays my phone no mind; she probably thinks it's a relief I'm "distracted" and not asking why she's going to Hatts. Alas, what's distracting me is my embarrassment of options for her. Among the dozens, I contemplate a few as both viable and affordable, but it's hard to tell which will come in handy in this upcoming meeting. Ms. Hatts still hasn't texted me her plan... and I probably can't afford to start making my picks in the middle of the meeting. I carefully review the ones I've highlighted in my mind.

Feels immense pleasure when giving oral: 3 gems.
Hair pulling no longer uproots hair and causes arousal instead of pain: 10 gems.
The User's natural scent intoxicates and relaxes her: 7 gems.
Her lips become extremely sensitive: 1 gem.
Feels immense pleasure from having breasts touched: 2 gem.
Gains D-cup breasts: 10 gems.
Must always show off cleavage: 1 gem.
Feels immense pleasure from her ass or anus being touched: 8 gems.
Becomes pansexual: 70 gems.
Greeting anyone becomes a heavy makeout session free from interference or retaliation: 5 gems.
**** is no longer a crime with or for her: 10 gems.
Can only wear skirts that reach up to two inches below her vagina: 3 gems.
Cannot wear panties: 2 gems.
Cannot wear bras: 2 gems.
Must be touching someone else to fall asleep: 4 gems.
Hotkey: makes out with nearest person: 3 gems (5 uses per day).
Hotkey: removes a piece of clothing and can't put it back on for 24 hours: 5 gems (3 uses per day).

The hotkeys, like the arousal multiplier, have a plus sign instead of a simple purchase icon; testing it out, I find each has levels that increase the amount, up to unlimited at steep costs. Despite the impressive buffet of options, I catch myself mostly glaring in disappointment at the pansexual option. Nevermind whether it was right to change my sister that deeply, but it was so unaffordable! How would she interpret the rest of this list without it? The wording on the **** option is also suspect: fine, it’s not a crime, but that probably means it’ll still make her uncomfortable, right? I have to take it anyways; every means I have to chip off that discomfort no doubt helps.

She doesn't give me much time to consider turning back by the time I’ve put all my selections in the cart: she's already in the office and checking in with the receptionist as I follow with the phone in my hand. I would get sixteen gems tomorrow... that would be enough for whatever comes, right?

Alice Haines:
Oral Lover
Scent-Drunk
Sensitive Lips
Sensitive Breasts
Cleavage Showoff
Anal Lover
Legal ****
Short, Short Skirts
No Panties
No Bras
Hotkey: Strip a Piece of Clothing, 3/day
Total Cost: 44 gems. Purchase?

Glancing at my sister's back, I go ahead and tap purchase... and watch, in amazement, as she stops her march hard enough to nearly fall over. Her arms are suddenly working in a flurry: they quickly duck under her skirt--sexily short, but still more modest than allowed--and pull her panties right down to the ground in the middle of the elbow hallway leading to Ms. Hatts. I approach cautiously as her arms duck into her shirt and perform the sort of witchcraft I've only seen in movies: removing her own bra without taking her top off.

“Whoa,” is all I can manage.

“Hmm?” She glances at me with a raised eyebrow, as if I'm the one being weird as she stuffs her underwear into her backpack. “Where are you- whatever. Hey, you got any scissors?”

“No...?”

“Shit... why did I wear such a long... fuck it, guess I'll just have to... uh!” She grunts as she grips her skirt and, with a strength I can't expect, rips her own skirt apart as she begins tearing off the bottom half of it. Her upper-thigh is bared to me as she grunts and works, doing her best to only take off as much skirt as she must. She's not great at it (though still greater than most would manage with their bare fucking hands) because in the end the skirt is a tattered, ugly mess... but no part of it reaches below the forbidden length. I can see a hint of her labia through one of the deeper cuts on the front and find myself staring just for a moment-

“Can you pretend to not be a total creep for just a minute?”

I raise my startled eyes up her body, past the hardening nipples tenting against her green caprice shirt, past the cleavage she's already opening buttons to show off, and finally to meet her eyes. I see her growing resentment at my journey up... until I squint back at her. “But there's nothing wrong with me doing that... right?”

“You're being creepier than usual. Stop it.” Her response confuses me for a moment, but I consider what I purchased: **** is no longer taboo, sure... but even without that, I'm still a (mostly) trusted person in her life now leering at her way harder than anyone would tolerate. “Just... eww.”

“Sorry. Just wasn't ready for the... wardrobe change.”

“Yeah, I get it... most aren't,” she says with a wink. Just like that, she's back.

I follow her towards Ms. Hatts' office. She tosses me another suspicious glance as my eyes continue to steal glances at the bottom of her ass cheeks, but now at least I've enough sense to glance away guiltily. The skirt is indeed short enough to conform to my demands... but the rump she packs and her rough tearing means I can see her thighs working under that beautiful ass as she marches into Ms. Hatts' office.

The two boys are apparently done because they're nowhere to be found; it's just us three when I enter, ready to explain to my sister why I'm here.

Except my sister is not asking. Instead, she's staring, slack-jawed, at the same sight that makes me join her.

Ms. Hatts is as I left her, for the most part... the only difference being she's still wiping sprays of cum out of her hair when we enter. Strands of the stuff cover her cheeks, eyes, and mouth as she sips and suckles on a piece of gum with the nonchalance of an office employee whose given up on leaving early. “Good, you're both here. Ms. Haines, take a seat," she growls, " because this could take awhile.”

“Is... is that... what is that?” I swear I can hear my sister delete the words "fucking jizz" before she lets the question fly, but Ms. Hatts doesn't take it any better.

“None of your business, now sit down!”

Obediently, my sister sits on the tiny chair in front of Ms. Hatts desk, her skirt riding up high enough that I can see her pubic mound. She keeps it nice and trimmed in a natural spread, and her labia looks cleanly waxed from here. I glance again at Ms. Hatts as she finally gives her face a stern, hard wipe with a paper towel.