Dress up time

He had Zoe rinse herself off, since they were almost out of hot water, then they toweled themeselves dry, Zoe giggling inanely, Billy wondering what he should do next.

He liked the idea of dressing her up slutty, as he had mentioned before, but it was after 9 and most stores would be closed. Of course, Heather had a bunch of slutty clothes. Zoe let her buy whatever she wanted. At least, she had. Billy would be dictating her wardrobe once she got home in the morning.

Zoe obediently followed him to Heather's room, leaving the towels on the floor so they were both still naked, just bringing the camera. Billy leafed through Heather's wardrobe and cried out when he found the perfect one. He triumphantly handed Zoe her daughter's old cheerleading uniform.

Zoe was chestier than Heather, but she was glad to manuever her tits (bra-less of course) into the midriff-baring red and white halter top. She put on the pleated skirt without the red panties. Billy then sent her to Heather's dressing table and she brushed out her brown hair into high pigtails, secured with red scrunchies. He then had her do her makeup in whorishly red shades. She was still a little drunk and her makeup came out like a little girl who had gotten into mommy's lipstick, but the tight top left no doubt that she was all woman.

Once she was all dolled up, Billy hopped onto his sister's bed, turned on the camera and told Zoe to give him a show. She was overjoyed to do just that.

She jumped and flounced about, doing every tit-jiggling and twat flashing move she could think of.

"Give us a cheer, Zoe!" Billy commanded. "Make it dirty!"

Zoe sucked her red-painted lower lip, thinking.

"Two, four, six, eight!" she cheered. "You can watch me masturbate!"

She pulled up her skirt and rubbed her snatch.

"I know why boys think I'm pretty! It's because I got big titties!" she exclaimed.

She grabbed her tits and waggled them at the camera.

"I bet you can cheer dirtier than that!" Billy challenged.