Get her out of here.

For a moment, you simply watch your cum trickle down Kelly's body. Then you scoop some of it up with your fingers and bring them to Kelly's mouth.

"Open up," you tell her, and her lips part to accept your slimy offering. She grimmaces at the flavor she had hoped to avoid, but licks you clean and waits open-mouthed when your fingers dip down for more.

"There's a good girl. You could do a lot worse than me, you know?" Kelly stares at you balefully as you continue to feed her your cum. "In fact, you will. The best way to show you how good you have it is to show you how much worse it could be. You're as straight as they come aren't you?"

You pop your fingers out of Kelly's mouth so she can speak, and press them into her crotch instead of gathering another handful of semen. "Oh! Yes sir. And I love my husband. I want to be faithf-"

You don't let her finish, digging into her panties as you interrupt. "Well Miss Rivers on the other side of the block isn't. She's an out-and-proud dyke, and you could have become her cuckoldress just as easily as you became mine. So just for today, you will be."

"What does that mean?" she asks desperately, clutching at your wrist ineffectively.

Still palming her cunt, you use your other hand to deposit another helping of cum in her mouth. "I'm loaning out this mouth to her, and the arm too. I expect you to march over there and tell her she can do whatever she wants with you, as long as she uses my phone to film it and lets you go before midnight."

You keep scooping up cum until Kelly's stomach is clean, but leave the sticky mess between her tits untouched. By the end of it her panties are damp under your fingers and she's moaning your name whenever her mouth isn't otherwise occupied. Then you stop. You want her mind clouded with lust when she visits Miss Rivers, hoping it'll make it harder for her to stand up for herself when the lesbian tries to touch something that still belongs to Kelly. She can't use her mouth to protest, but she still has an arm and two legs to fight with.

Kelly moans your name one more time, her hands now trying to keep yours between her legs instead of pushing it away. Then she lets go and heads upstairs to retrieve her shorts. While Kelly gets dressed, you unlock her phone and install an app that'll let you control it from your own. While you're at it you send Mr O'Brien a text telling him not to expect his wife home for dinner, before making sure any messages from him or Andrew are redirected to your phone. Can't have them distracting Kelly while she's munching carpet.

After Kelly leaves, a noticable dampness seeping into her top from between her tits, you check your own phone. Nothing new from Sarah, and Andrew hasn't responded to the pic you sent him either. It's all quiet unti Sarah comes home from school.

She's oddly sweaty, you don't know how to interpret her expression, and she dodges every question you throw at her. "Ryan, I've got stuff to do. I need to go shopping for some new clothes, I don't have a lot that shows my stomach the way you said I should. Hey, can you give me a ride to the mall?"

"Sure. I'll even pay for half if you let me pick some things for you."

On your way to the mall you banter like normal siblings, but once there you give your sister some last-minute advice. "Don't correct anyone if they assume you're my property. It'll make things easier."

"But that's humiliating! I don't want people to think I belong to my brother, even if he is sweet enough to buy me shit."

"Is letting them know I own your vag any better?"

"Not really. Whatever, fine."

The conversation ends when you enter a GAP and Sarah starts looking for belly button shirts and crop tops. The assortment is pretty slim, so she has to settle for several regular tops that are simply too small for her. As a result they not only leave her stomach bare, but stretch across her chest in a way that makes her look more endowed than she is. Her bra is visible through the thinnest, making you imagine what it'd look like if she stopped wearing one.

When she's gotten everything she can from that store, you convince your sister to head deeper into the mall where they sell more risqué items. You're greeted by a freckled young woman, maybe a few years older than you, with a lot of cleavage and a name tag that identifies her as Tiffany. Tiffany glances at the different tag on Sarah's stomach, but is too professional to comment on it. Instead, she gives both of you a wide saleswoman smile and leads Sarah into the rows of clothes racks. While Sarah is enticed into trying on some things, you gather a large amount of lacy panties, skimpy thongs, and other lingerie.

Sarah's eyes boggle when she sees your selection, but you remind her that her vagina belongs to you, meaning you get to decide what it should wear. She's willing to concede that point, but it's a lot harder to convince her to model everything before you buy it. Seeing the source of her embarassment, Tiffany excuses herself with the words "I'll be at the register when you're done here."

Sarah slips into a changing room and emerges wearing one pair of panties after the other, shyly parting her legs to let you inspect them. After the first dozen changes you even convince her to save some time by skipping the changing room and trying them on in front of you. It's not like you haven't already seen her bottomless, and there's nobody else in the store, you reason.

Your sister is careful not to expose herself too much, but she can feel your eyes on her when she bends over to pull each flimsy scrap of fabric up her legs, not to mention your fingers when you start feeling her up under the guise of making sure everything is soft enough for your pussy. You shower her with compliments as well, disguised as feedback about how different things fit her, which leaves her quite flustered by the time she's tried everything on.

She gets even more flustered when you head to the register and she finds out how much everything costs. "Ryan, this is way too much. I couldn't afford this even if you weren't paying for everything you picked out."

"Don't worry about it," you tell her with a wink to Tiffany. "Just wait outside and I'll take care of it."

Having heard the saying about not looking gift whores in the mouth, Sarah thanks you with a bone-crushing hug and rushes out before you can change your mind.

Stepping away from the register, you pull out a sharpie and start writing on the wall:

Ryan Ferro's store policies:

1. management will cover all costs incurred by Ryan Ferro
2. employees will not quit or refuse to perform their duties for any reason
3. employee duties include modeling items customers appear interested in
4. employees are to work out and take care of their bodies so they can better model items
5. sales totaling more than $500 entitle the customer to to take the assisting employee home for the day

Then you turn back to the cashier. "Interesting policies you have here. I'm Ryan Ferro, by the way."

Tiffany takes in the new rules quickly. "Oh, Mr Ferro! We'll cover your purchase for you, of course. Will that include me?"

"Absolutely," you smile at her. "Do you have any belongings you need to collect before we go?"

"No, it's all in my purse. I'll just let my manager know and we can be on our way."

Sarah stares as you and the cashier join her outside. "What's she doing here?"

"Tiffany's coming home with us. It's a store policy, apparently."

"She's coming with us? To do what? She's not even helping you carry our bags."

"I assume she's going to have sex with us. Tiff?"

You wonder what she's going to say, since your rule never specified any activities.

"Um..." Tiffany ponders before making a decision. "I think I only have to serve the actual paying customer, which would be you. But since this is your property, I suppose anything I do with her would be serving you, no different than if you asked me to use a vibrator or something."

Once again amazed at what people can come up with to rationalize their altered realities, you lean over to whisper in Sarah's ear. "See, I told you not correcting people would pay off."

Sarah contains herself enough to mouth thank you instead of shouting with glee, but you can tell how giddy she is at the prospect of not only being allowed a second orgasm on a day when she had expected to get none, but that she was to recieve it at the hands of this sexy cashier.