Jess, Elle's lesbian friend

I think she came to the house a few times. I didn't really remember. Honestly, there was no reason to, she was just okay looking. She had a smaller bust but she toned her muscles to the point she could lift Elle up with ease. I wasn't really into that but I could see the appeal of Jess's thicker thighs.

Still lost in thought, I just remembered to respond. "Hi, Jess!" I waved, doing my best Elle impression. I could only be ditsy around strangers, otherwise her friends would see the collar and clue in as to what was going on.

"I almost didn't recognise you! What's with the new look?" she said, hugging me. I held in my giggles as I felt Elle's boobs crush against Jess'.

"Oh, you know. Just trying something new. Gotta get a man at some point, right?"

"...Right. I... didn't even know you were into this sort of stuff," she said as she stepped back and took in the sights. "It's... bold."

"Don't like it?"

"What? No, no! It's good, you look great! I just didn't realise you were so..."

She trailed off. At first, I was confused and thought that I had been caught but seeing how hard Jess was looking, another idea popped into my head. A mischievous grin ran across my face as I slowly started to approach her.

"Curvy? Hot?"

"Um, yeah, that, " she said, much quieter now. Her cheeks only got more flushed the closer I was but she didn't dare to move.

I knew it.

Someone has a crush.

"Well, I've been experimenting, you know."

"Experimenting?"

"Mm-hmm. Willing to try all sorts of... stuff."

"Stuff."

"Yep."

Jess was unsure what to say next. Maybe she thought Elle was acting weird but even she wouldn't pass up an opportunity like this.

"...Like?"

I was pretty close now but I had to be careful. I hadn't seen Elle kiss anyone yet, much less another girl. One wrong move that made Jess suspect me and I would end up the victim of fratricide.

I pecked her on the cheek and simply said, "Stuff, " before walking away. I didn't look back but I did snigger at the thought of her being in shock while watching her crush wriggling her ass home in the world's smallest miniskirt. God, imagining Elle shaking her ass is making me so hard. Even Elle's getting wet.

Dirty girl.

I hoped to sneak past Stacy since she was so close with Elle. I could fool a friend with a crush but her own sister? That would be a quick trip to the gallows. But I couldn't avoid her at dinner. It seemed that I was keeping my promise of letting Elle go at dinner. Once that happened, Elle would figure out how a helmet got stolen from her room with no sign of a break-in. Looking at the clock, that meant only a couple of hours.

Damn it, I wanted more time! I was granted a gift and despite how careful I was, I had to let go of it? It wasn't fair. Maybe I could use today's photos as leverage. But then she wouldn't keep wearing the collar, she'd just tell Mum. No mercy would be given then.

Unless I convinced Mum of something else. Of her daughter's true nature as a slut. That Elle was just embracing her body the way every girl should. The two of them weren't close to begin with since Mum was at work all the time. Mum probably didn't even know about Body Rentals. If Mum thought that Elle was a natural-born whore, then who was she gonna believe? The innocent boy who stayed in his room all day or the girl with handprints on her buttcheeks?

I heard Mum in the kitchen so I sashayed Elle over to show off her new outfit. Better to get it over with now. With a big smile on her face, I surprised our mother from behind with a "Look who just went shopping!"

Mum jumped and quickly said a prayer for her beating heart. She looked back and then froze. I was sure she was gonna pray again but she just responded with, "Oh."

"What, I thought you wanted me to stop being inside all the time?" I asked with a confused look.

"It... It's nice that you're going out but..."

"But what?"

"...Well, aren't you cold?"

"No? Would I wear this if I was?"

"...Clearly not," she relented. Great, I thought, she was already halfway there. Mum has begged us to be more like regular teenagers and now she had gotten her wish. The monkey's paw had curled.

"It's all the rage to wear this stuff now, you know. Everyone's doing it," I pouted.

"I know, Elle, but I meant like tea parties and sleepovers."

"I'm not twelve, Mum."

"Yes but..."

Come on, come on. Think, Mum. Think of all the girls you've seen. How little self-respect they had these days (her words, not mine). Wearing nothing at all. Elle was an adult now, and she wasn't gonna be much different.

Mum simply sighed. "If that's what you want, I won't say anything."

Bingo.

"Thanks, Mum. You're the best."

I hugged her from behind and gave her the biggest smile I could. Mum smiled back and hesitated before pecking me on the forehead (god, Mum's still awkward about that). She shooed me off but before I left the kitchen, I heard her say, "Oh, tell your brother to get off his computer! He hasn't left his room all day! He needs to take care of himself more!"

Oh, Mum.

I already planned to visit my room. Thanks for permission though.

Clutching the shopping bag and the purse, I was ready to head straight in but I almost slammed into Stacy on the way up. Damn, I was so close!

"OW! Watch it..." shouted Stacy, only now seeing her sister's attire. I prepared an excuse but Stacy blew a fuse.

"WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU WEARING?" she screamed, throwing me off.

"OI, LANGUAGE!" shouted Mum from the kitchen.

"Have you seen this? This... this... how can you be okay with this?" she shouted back, pointing at me. Hey, it wasn't even that bad. Maybe the skirt was a bit short but I was wearing one of Elle's normal shirts. Okay, the top buttons were undone but what else was I supposed to do? Not show her jugs off?

"Don't be rude! She's younger than you," said Mum, walking into the corridor now. "Besides, you don't dress much better."

"I wore a crop top ONCE."

"To impress a boy."

What? Not even I heard of this. She once got mad at me for not drying my hands after washing. When did she like anyone? Maybe I should get out of my room more.

"That.... that doesn't change anything," she said, looking away and getting quieter.

I arched an eyebrow and asked, "So it's okay when it's for a boy?"

"No!"

"So when is it okay?"

"Ugh, shut up, alright! I'm sorry, you can dress like a prostitute whenever you want!"

"STACY!" Mum yelled. "Don't listen to her, dear. You look fine."

I smiled. To Mum, it must have looked like I was happy for her support but to me, now I had Mum on my side and an excuse to dodge Stacy.

"Thanks, Mum. I'm just gonna check on Ben and head to my room now."

"Alright. Just come down for dinner."

I walked up to my room. Mum had asked me to care of Ben. And Elle had promised a show.