Marching Orders

"Tell Aunt Ellen that Dad will pick her and the rest of the fam up at their hotel in about 2 hours."

Grace Russel relayed the message as ordered. As she did she absently scooped up the cum run off from pussy, and began to feed it to herself.

"Okay gotta go see you soon love you bye bye!" James' mother finally finished and hung up.

"Boy can SHE talk. " she said before jamming a particularly cum sodden finger into her mouth.

James stood up and began to pace the living room. With his hands tucked behind his back and his serious demeanor he could have been an army general. Save for this nudity.

"Cort, go upstairs and get cleaned up. Put on your sluttiest the outfit, your going out. " Courtney took off like a bolt upstairs.

"Dad," Eric looked up fearful of what was next, "Go get some booze for tonight and stop at the mall. Mom needs some new clothes. These boring 'old mom' clothes aren't going to cut it, isn't that right Mom?"

James patted his mother on the head and she beamed like a child given a reward for a job well done.

As Eric headed out James stood his mother up, twice having to remove her hand from her still cum-leaking pussy.

"Mom," she smiled vacantly back at him, but hung on each word, "Go figure out something more appropriate to wear. Clean the house. Get things ready for Aunt Ellen and Uncle Tom ok?"

His mother gave an exaggerated military salute and headed upstairs. James had to bite his lip watching her ass jiggle itself away from him.

Peter stretched out and then began to do a little naked caper of joy. Things couldn't have gone better! He got dressed and waiting, stewing on his victories thus far. After a moment he dashed upstairs to grab the final piece of his newest plan.

His sister appeared suddenly, and James has to applaud the speed and degree of her transformation. Gone was the cum soaked face of an abused teen girl. Her lips were done up bright red and when combined with her dark eyeshadow made her pale skin glow. Her blonde hair was curly again and bounced around her shoulders.

From the neck below....she had delivered on his request for slutty.

She wore black heels covered in spikes that made her about 3 inches taller and made her legs look even better than normal if that was possible. A small black skirt barely covered her and threatened to ride all the way up to her hip if she moved too quickly. Her midriff was bare, and her perfect teen tits were on display. The perky mounds were pressed together in a light grey crop top with the center cut out. A thin spaghetti strap looped around her neck to hold it in place, barely.

"Lose the panties." James said brusquely.

"James I really need to wear underwear with this outfit..." She said but she was already reaching up her skirt to tug down the black thong she was sporting. Carefully stepping out of her heels she shivered at the sensation of her pussy being exposed and handed her brother her panties.

"Purse. " James said, holding out his hand.

Meekly she handed it over. Without any fanfare her opened up the tiny hand bag and dumped it contents onto the floor. Gum, makeup,money, cellphone and a wild collection of other items piled in a heap.

Reaching into his pocket he pulled out a box of condoms, unopened. He had bought the 12 pack weeks ago hoping his summer would be more fruitful it hadn't been. Tearing open the packaging he grabbed the twelve rubbers in his fist and jammed them into the purse before handing it back to her. He put his arm around her and they began to walk to the front of the house.

"Now Courtney...I hope you didn't think we were even.." She was shaking beneath his arm and fresh sobs began. "Do not start crying and ruin your makeup."

Her tears turned off with a thought from him. But just because she couldn't make tears didn't stop her from weeping.

"You have twelve condoms in your purse. You won't be able to get back into this house without bringing all twelve back filled. I don't care how you do it. But you won't be able to come back until you do, understand?"

They were outside now and though no one was out she could feel eyes on her.

"And Cort...do NOT attempt to get help. Of any kind. Not only will people think your crazy the side effects would be...unpleasant. "

James stepped back into the house leaving the door open to watch her go.

"Please James don't do this. Not like this. People will SEE me. Let me come back in and be with you. I'll do ANYTHING just not this...." She tried to walk back into the house but as she got to the doorway she hissed as her hand felt it had been burned.

"See, I told you you couldn't come back until the job was done. And this is the ONLY thing I want from you Cort, to do the things you don't want to do. I can do whatever I want with your body. But watching you humiliate yourself...well that I can't get enough of. Now get on! Shoo ! Shoo! What will the neighbors think if they see me talking to some skank like you?"

James smiled, watching her hobble away in her heels and clingy skirt. Even from here he could see the defeat in her body language. But in her mind she was still defiant. She might not be so rebellious when the night is through though.