Booty shorts and a thin hoodie, to meet Jake's high school "ex"

Jake wanted more.

There were a lot of things he could do with these two, but it wasn't enough. Conquering Janie was the sort of dream that was almost too unreal to beat his meat to in past years and it was the greatest rush of his life to have his hands all over her perfect body but now that he had her here there was the feeling that Jake could do better. Ambition surged gleefully through his mind as possibilities offered themselves from every angle.

The post-nut clarity didn't hurt, either.

Jake was bisexual, but he wanted hard men and soft women--the middle ground turned him off a bit. Jake wanted both genders, not neither gender, and Janie's firm athletic body was a bit too boyish for Jake. Besides that, lusting after her for years had made reality disappointing. Janie's incredible legs and ass were visible enough in her cheer squad work and Instagram account that she really didn't leave much to the imagination. Her tits were great for their size but that size was "small" without bras or posing to give support, her dances and poses got your blood pumping in a way that standing around and cleaning didn't, and Jake was starting to think "the natural look" probably involved some make-up because Janie didn't have the face of a goddess after her shower.

Grinding out a load on Janie's back during the shower reminded Jake of fooling around with boys back in high school, and that's not what Jake wanted from a girl. What Jake did want from a girl was not a mystery to him and he now had every intention of using his powers to make her regret calling him a "dead-end loser" at the start of their second date. That bitch got teased for being pudgy even though she really wasn't but she acted so high-and-mighty when Jake opened up to her? No gratitude at all?

That wouldn't do.

Jake dug through Janie's clothing while the siblings cleaned the house. They were going to pay Abigail a visit.

Janie and Eric wore matching outfits from Janie's workout gear. Eric had a thin, soft pink hoodie and a pair of Janie's spandex booty shorts in the same color. Janie had an identical set, colored a boring light gray. They wore nothing else underneath.

For Eric, the hoodie was mostly fine when zipped up but it wasn't long enough to cover the shorts. The shorts stretched over him tightly so you could see the impression of his bush, cock, and balls.

For Janie, Jake had found some older jogging gear in the back of her closet. It had probably shrunk in the wash or been bought when Janie was still growing because it fit tighter than the new sets did. The fabric also seemed a bit thinner from being used a lot over time. You could tell Janie wasn't wearing a bra and the shorts did show off some cameltoe, but it wasn't quite as lewd as Jake had wanted.

Janie and Eric were supposed to be sexualized but the overall effect was more comedic and sad in Jake's eyes. The two "trusted Jake's judgement" enough that they barely complained about their new uniforms, but--

THERE it was. Uniforms.

Jake liked that.

Uniforms.

He turned the idea over in his head. These two were his loyal servants now, and they should be assigned uniforms to show it. Better uniforms could be sourced in the future, because Jake had a goal and she wasn't going to escape this time.

"Let's go find Abigail," said Jake.

The brother and sister stared at Jake, glanced at each other, and then offered their comments:

"That's fucking direct," said Eric, "But it's your funeral if you're wrong."

"You've shown a new side of yourself this weekend," said Janie, "Shoot your shot before she's gone forever!"

Jake's lips twisted into a wicked grin. These two belonged to him now, and soon he would have more.