Dressing the Part

“Well, I’m going to go schmooze a little before we eat,” Robert told the teens, turning slightly and motioning towards a garment bag draped over one of the sofas. “I brought a suit and a dress. I hope it fits, Zack, I had to guess your measurements.”

“Oh, um, I’m sure it’ll be fine,” Zack said, looking down at the casual clothes, embarrassed that he hadn't considered he might have been under-dressed until now. “Anything’ll be more appropriate than this.”

“Yes, it’ll be worthwhile to make a good first impression, even if the board have already agreed,” Robert noted, scratching his chin. “No need to rock the boat.” He stepped up to his daughter, embracing her and kissing her forehead tenderly. “I’ll see you out there. There’s a bathroom you can change in over there.”

He pointed to the nondescript door briefly, allowing their eyes to follow the line from his finger, and then walked from the room.

“Sure thing, daddy,” Heather called after him, waiting until the door had closed behind him before beginning to unbutton her jeans.

“Oh, uh, did you want me to change in the bathroom?” Zack asked, flustered, and taking a step towards the garment bag.

“Don’t be silly,” Heather chuckled, as she pushed the denim down her thighs, revealing her bare ass and mound, the young woman still having not replaced the panties she loaned to Madison. “It wasn’t so long ago you had your dick inside me, shooting your seed deep into my womb. I think it’s a little late to start getting self-conscious around our bodies.”

“Th-that was different,” Zack stammered, struggling and failing not to watch Heather peel the clothes from her body. “What if your dad comes back? Or someone else walks in? That’d ruin your plan completely.”

“There are no cameras in this room, soooo…” Heather tossed aside her top and bra, leaving her stark naked with the boy they were going to pass off as her father’s son. Her hips swayed as she took a few deliberate steps towards Zack, drawing closer and closer until, she leaned over and picked up the garment bag at the very last moment. “If you get changed quickly, no one will any the wiser.”

“R-right,” Zack agreed, taking the shirt and pants that Heather pushed into his hands. “Quickly…”

“What’s with you?” Heather asked as she unfurled her dress, holding it against her naked form as she admired herself in the mirror.

“I don’t know,” Zack said as he unbuckled his trousers and pushed them down his legs. “I guess I’m just wondering…is this all really okay?”

“You mean, you taking over?” Heather dropped the gown to the floor, and stepped inside. “Are you having second thoughts?”

“No, I mean, I want to help but…” Zack threw aside his t-shirt and reached for the shirt. “I guess I didn’t think it would get this far. I thought your dad would change his mind or the board wouldn’t go for it. But everything’s aligned and there’s a lot riding on me.”

“I know we’re asking a lot of you, that I’m asking a lot, but remember you’re not doing this alone. My dad and I won’t abandon you. We’ll be there every step of the way,” Heather said, pulling the strapless dress up over her large, bare tits. “If you have any questions, just ask.”

“Thanks. That does help,” Zack breathed a little easier as he finished buttoning his shirt and leaned against the arm of the couch to pull on the pants. “I think I’m just freaking out because so much of my life has changed in such a short space of time. I fucked Chloe, then Ashley and had to break up with both, my dad might not be my dad, my real dad might be your dad and on top of all that there’s these…feelings I have for my own mother…”

“And I told you I’d deal with that too. Don’t worry, brother,” she said, managing to make the familial term sound down right sultry, as she turned to face him once again. “Now, tell me what do you think?”

Zack looked up from buckling his trousers, chocking as he caught sight of the dark-haired girl wrapped up in the elegant strapless dark blue gown. It seemed glued to her form, highlighting her curves and emphasising her large, buxom chest. She smirked, her eyes twinkling with a kind of victory to see that her appearance had made Zack completely stop what he does doing. She pivoted, turning one way then another, making a show of checking herself out, knowing that Zack was doing the same, the long skirt sweeping against the floor with each movement.

“You look like a princess,” Zack marvelled, swallowing hard. “A really fuckable princess.”

“A fuckable princess…isn’t that a bit of an oxymoron?” Heather mused, as she gathered up the matching blue heels, balancing on one foot at a time as she slipped them on. She straightened up again, taller, and somehow, her stance even sexier than ever. “Isn’t the whole appeal of a princess that she’s unattainable by common standards?”

“I dunno…that dress just made my mind go blank.” Zack scratched his head and chuckled. “All I could think of was royalty and sex.”

“Grigori does good work, doesn’t he?” Heather remarked as if Zack would know who that was while modelling the dress once again, though her eyes were firmly on the young man, and his tented boxers, protruding through his unzipped pants. “But for the record, you can ‘attain’ me anytime you want Zack, so long as you finish inside. Just think of yourself as the prince, and we have to continue the bloodline, for the future of the kingdom.”

“It’s a pity we’re at this party,” Zack lamented, looking down at his blood engorged member straining his underwear. “I think my cock is saying it has another load ready for you.”

“Well, we can’t let it go to waste. Not when you’re trying to knock me up. We should make every drop count. And I did say you could have me anytime you wanted, so that’s on me,” Heather licked her lips as she seemed to float towards him, until she stood right in front of him, hand on his cock, pulling it out of it’s confides and holding the warm meat in her palm. “Besides, I think we should have a little ti-”

A sharp knock on the door made both teens jump and look over. No one entered but a voice followed.

“Maam, your father told me to notify you that dinner will begin in five minutes...”

The two young teens turned back to each other, eyes full of sexual hunger, her hand still on his cock. Their bodies were sexually charged, but was five minutes really long enough to do anything? Or should they just douse the fires and head out to the party?