Chapter 7

Ezekiel Downings endured, he sat there on the cool black leather couch and suffered through concealer, blush and a bunch of other things including a little twirly wand that pulled at his eyes as it ran over his lashes. There were enough makeup commercials on tv to know it was called mascara, but he didn’t realize that it could actually make his eyes… his eyelashes feel heavier. Still the curl he had a crush on for so long seemed enraptured by what she was doing, her small touches and compliments keeping him not just present, but happy to be sitting through it despite his normal feelings on what was going on. It could have been an hour while he patiently let her paint his face, it could have been ten minutes as he focused on her light touches, feeling her warm body so close to his. Then suddenly it was over with Thea finally declaring it so.

“Aaaaand I’m done. Here what do you think?”, presenting Zeek once more with the compact mirror.

“Wow, that’s really…” Zeek had no words. Thea knew exactly what she was doing, expertly crafting her quarry’s face so that while Zeek looked cute and feminine, making him appear like he could have been his sister's twin, not identical, but close enough that any one seeing him would think them to be related. The makeup, the glossy lips, nude eyeshadow and subtle contour going for more of a natural everyday type of look.

“I know, right? You look delicious. I could just eat you right up.” Seeing the arrogant young man with twin pigtails, face done up and holding a compact mirror was almost too much for Thea, wishing they had a little hidden nanny cam to catch the moment on video.

Zeek felt confused; he felt repulsed by his visage, it was him, but in the mirror he saw a pretty girl. The heavy products clinging to his face made him itchy and nauseous, a mental reaction making him want to go rush off and wash his face. However, there was something about the erotic nature of the buxom woman who clearly wanted to jump his bones if he looked like this, that made him nearly burst at the seams with arousal.

“You know.“ Thea scooted closer, kissing the young man’s shoulder. “Your sister won’t be back for a while, and I bet in that time I can show you how much I really… appreciate you… Why don’t we head upstairs.”

Zeek was practically trembling with excitement, completely unaware of just how much time had passed. ‘I’m finally gonna do it! Good bye virginity! Hello Fuckville, population: me!’ He didn’t reply with words, only getting to his feet and starting to head up stairs taking them two at a time.

“Eager boy.” Thea said, reaching for her phone and sending a text message before following. She had been confident she would get what she wanted the internal anger still burning inside of her at the very idea of him chopping his sisters hair off. Thea had to hand it to her friend, she was pretty sure jail would be the place she would be going if that happened to her, not to a a salon to fix the butchery. No, she would have had vengeance, not justice. Or at least she told herself. Still having the boy that had always been chasing her sit there as she gave him a makeover had awoken something in side of her she didn’t have the time or mental energy to consider.

“Wait for me Zeeky!” She called out, grabbing his arm when she goto the top of the stairs to keep him from going into his room. “No, baby… in here”, gesturing to Liz’s room.

‘Oooh, kinky, I like it. Way to stick it to her!’ The lovesick puppy thought as he followed her inside his sisters room, imagining pressing his body up against Thea’s, her back to him, her ass pressing back into his groin as he bent her over the chair in front of the vanity mirror. Her mewling and begging for him to take her. Zeek shook his head, needing to pull back from his sudden day dream, his fantasy because he was about to have it or something similar in reality and if he let his imagination keep going he was going to cum in his underwear.

“Now before we begin.” she said, tapping the tip of his nose lightly. “I want you to put these on.” Thea opened one of Liz’s drawers and retrieved a pair of panties. “It’s such a turn on, seeing a sexy-ass boy in lingerie.” There was no need for Thea to be subtle; they were in the home stretch. Zeek already had a problem with his judgment and she had him, hook, line and sinker.

Zeek only hesitated for a second, before snatching the yellow panties with white lace waistband away. Shy, he turned around to remove his shorts and boxer, and slipped the panties up his legs. A slight shiver ran through his body as the cotton panties slid across and held he engorged member. Not thinking about what he had just done, only what he was about to do he turned to face the young woman that had captivated him. “Done.” he said before stepping forward wanting to hold her in his arms and kiss her plump lips.

“Not yet, honey.” The erection in the panties was very noticeable, part of Thea loved that she had that reaction to her, another of her wanted to grab his little prick, then to squeeze and twist so that he would never think of fucking with her friend ever again. None of that showed on her face, or at least not enough that her mesmerized prey took enough notice of. "One more thing then we can have fun.” Thea held out a matching yellow bra that had white lace around it as well, a matching set.

Practically growling Zeek took the offered object, inserted his arms through the bra straps before struggling to reach around to fasten up the garment, but was far too inexperienced to do so and not in the right mindset for any delicate task.

“Here, let me help”, Thea offered gently, sliding her hands along his arms as she squared up behind him, fastening the double claps, before tracing her hands down Zeek’s torso and to his ass, feeling him shiver with excitement.

Thea turned Zeek around. “Hmm, there’s something missing…”

“Yeah, the horny young man nodded. “You, with me.” He nodded his head towards his sister's bed, feeling one of the pigtails hanging down as he did so. “Over there.”

“Oh, I know!” Thea replied, ignoring what he said and the hardon bulging the panties. She then retrieved a couple of pairs of rolled up tights, placing them in the bra cups to stop them from caving in on themselves. “There, perfect… We are finally ready. Are you ready?”

“Yeah!” Zeek was close to salivating, He was so worked up.

“Mmm, I bet you are. Rub your boobies for me.” She commanded, feeling her own arousal spiking.

Taking a step closer to his soon lover Zeek rubbed the padded bra with both hands. “You like this?” he asked, Thea finding the answer being an affirmative making her wonder what about the situation was doing it for her.

Zeek was about to go to Thea, to take her hand and kiss her lips, to drag her to the bed put his ding-a-ling in her whatchamacallit, but instead he received the shock of his life as his sister walked into her bedroom.

“What are you two doing in my room? O-M-G! ZEEK?!! Why are you wearing my panties?!” Liz jumped into view from outside her bedroom, phone lamp flashing as she took a slew of pictures. What Zeek didn’t know was the “we” Theadora had meant when saying they were ready was her and Liz, not her and him. Though Liz was not prepared to see the less than feminine bulge in the yellow panties, making her stomach turn.

Zeek shrieked and jumped, trying to cover himself up as his sister continued to take pictures, making sure to capture his made-up face all the while that hard on he had shrank from the pure humiliation and stress of suddenly being caught wearing his sisters underwear, his face made up for he was about to lose his V card.

“Sis, this isn’t what it looks like, we were just-”.

“Raiding my panty drawer you little perv!? And my bras? I didn’t know you were that much of a pervert, little bro! Or do you secretly want me to call you little sis?”

‘JESUS FUCKING CHRIST, NOOO!! How could I lose track of time like that?! God, I’m so fucked!’ he thought, his body moving from his privates to a stumbling panic. “Please, please don't tell Dad!”

Zeek had no idea that in reality, he’d been set up. Thea had texted Liz as she was making him up, telling her to park down the street and sneak into the house so she could ambush him once she got him in the panties and bra. Yesterday while Eliza was waiting for a hair stylist to get free she rage texted her best friend, telling Thea all about what had happened. Theadora wasn’t just a good friend to commiserate with her, she was a great friend that wanted to change the little punishment to full on ****. So while out getting the many things she had already planned for her brother, Liz also got a pack of new panties and matching bras that Thea promised she could convince her conniving brother into putting on with his own free will.

The plan had gone off without a hitch; not only was Zeek shamed and made to feel like the creep he was, but Liz also had some primo **** material. Making her comment about him becoming her bitch earlier that morning becoming a reality.

“Well, what are we to do with you…”