Reunite...with a side streak first...

Samantha continued to debate the idea for a few more moments, before she decided to let fate decide. In one of the baskets was a large cookie, and Samantha decided to use that as a coin. "Heads I go straight back, tails I go straight back...naked." It was a strange feeling to make such a bet with herself, but it was too fun to turn down. She tossed the cookie up in the air, watched it flip a couple times, land on its side and roll, until it eventually stopped and fell over.

"Heads?! Dang it..." Samantha was tempted to ignore the result and go have fun anyway, but she decided to be responsible. Putting on her old clothes, she gathered everything she could into one basket, and exited the shower room. Her thoughts dwelt again on screwing her own rules and having fun, but she realized this was a sign. Samantha was still trying to figure herself out, but she liked being in control of herself. "Now if only I could get control over Tiffany."

With the sky darkening, Samantha was quite alone as she crossed the compound. It would take her mere moments to reach the building, to get inside, and to deliver her sister the good news. Despite all the confusion, frustrations, and even pain Tiffany brought, Samantha still wanted to care for her. "I guess she is my pet now, as she claims. Hmm..."

Samantha intended to ponder on that more, but then Samantha noticed a clothing donation box. "That's...odd to have here." She did see a sign near it, but couldn't read it from this far. She was tempted to run off down this side path and check, and she was even more tempted to do it naked, drop her dingy old clothes in, and run back to these baskets. Samantha tried to stay firm to her rules, but she argued with herself. "It's only a side streak...I'll get dressed right after."

There was very little risk of being caught. It can be quite surprising how many places you can get away with streaking, even when it is fully dark out. Samantha was picking up on that, and she was having trouble shaking the idea. Instead of just walking away, she set the basket down and paced. A few times she teased with lifting her shirt, and pulling it back down. She kept looking to see if anyone was nearby, or if there were windows with light on, but nothing. No people, no lights, no cameras.

Samantha, fed up with herself, walked back to the basket. "It's been too long since I'm gone anyway." She was decided, she was firm in her decision.

And yet she gave in anyway.

Throwing caution, and her clothes, to the wind, Samantha stripped down to nothing, even shoes and socks getting discarded. She was naked, in public, in the wide open, able to be seen from any angle, with fear and embarrassment pumping through her. And yet she loved the feeling, not just of being naked, but of power and control she had just taken for herself.

She was going to want more of that later, but for now, she picked up the clothes discarded and made a rush to the donation bin. She clutched the clothes to her body, but she could still feel a breeze blow past her, dancing lightly on her skin. It was fantastic, and she felt a craving become satisfied. Truthfully, the bin wasn't very far, but doing antics like this made everything seem huge.

Once arrived, she investigated both the bin and the sign next to it. The donation bin was the type of box that would only take clothes. Once they went inside the bin, they could not be removed. Samantha dropping them in would be quite the risk, but at this point she came too far. The sign added that travelers should only drop clothing inside, as the company would not be responsible for retrieving anything else dropped in, since everything was automated and they could not assist in any way.

"Typical of this place, but that's fine, I'm not that crazy." She looked down at her naked body and giggled. "This doesn't count."

Still, Samantha did feel kind of crazy to do this. The more she hesitated, the more she second guessed herself. She took a breath and remembered her feeling of confidence and power. Her imagination took charge, and reminded her she wasn't the shy cowering sister anymore, she was the confident one, standing with dominance next to her petgirl sister.

Without giving any more thought to her hesitation, she pulled down the latch, opening the donation bin, shoved her clothes in, and slammed it shut. This had three effects: it made a loud noise which scared her and made her work with haste, it **** her to having to run back to the basket naked with ****, and it brought her onto a new path of confidence and self-assurance.

Still blushing a bit, and smiling a whole lot, Samantha nodded with conviction. "Let's get moving!"

Samantha ran back, no longer holding clothes against her body, no longer covering herself. She was still embarrassed, but she felt strong, and ready for adventure. She quickly got to the basket. Again, she debated getting dressed, but decided she didn't want to overwhelm Tiffany with her new self just yet.

She did at least walk to the building naked...she couldn't resist one more bit of fun.

Naturally, after such a successful string of events, she was expecting things to keep going up. This night had given her time to relax, to refresh herself, to do some self-pleasure, and to even open her mind and her confidence.

But then she walked into the apartment and caught Tiffany, sweating and moaning and masturbating furiously. Suddenly she felt shy again. Despite being the older sister, Tiffany always acted older and in control. Samantha wanted to shift that dynamic up, right now, but she was shaken now.

"Samantha?" Tiffany's question was met with silence. Samantha had felt so confident and assured, but catching her sister like this shook her resolve, and she was feeling less inclined to share the events of her night.

Tiffany, however, knew something big happened, so she pushed again. "Whatever happened, you can tell me. We used to tell each other everything after all, right?"

Samantha pondered that for a moment. "Did we?" Tiffany was smart enough to keep quiet. "I don't think we ever really shared our...desires before."

Now Tiffany was getting concerned. She could already see the pincer move being set, so she did her best to prevent it. "Samantha, I think we both have desires we want to pursue. And I'm not quite sure how best to help either of us do them, but I want to try."

After a pause, Samantha nodded. "I agree." She hesitated a bit longer before saying, "I...want to feel confident about my body. About being in control and having the power to give pleasure."

'That was not what I wanted to hear,' Tiffany thought to herself. Confidence, power, control, that was what a master wanted. And even though imagining Samantha as a master was really turning Tiffany on, she had to fight the urges to start fingering herself again. 'This...getting horny now...that's not what I really want. That's just the roleplay talking...'

"S-Samantha," Tiffany said, cursing the moment of hesitation. "I, um, I don't know if that's a good idea. I mean, I don't think I would want that, you know?"

Samantha hesitated before saying, "Well...I think I do. We should both explore our kinks. I want to be bold and daring and push us both further. And, judging by how you've acted the past few days, I think we should push you further into being a pet."

Eyes bulging and pussy throbbing, Tiffany was now sweating even more. Tiffany had mere seconds to explain her reasoning, and was blanking on what to say. Despite being the confident sister normally, the tide was shifting. "I...I don't...I can't...because..."

"Because...what?" Samantha knelt down to look at her sister on more equal level, though Tiffany still had to look up to Samantha. "Tiffany, I'm not trying to shame you. You told me you wanted to be my petgirl. You've been doing a lot of things a pet would do. I can't think of why you'd want to unless this was a big kink you wanted to play out."

Tiffany was horrified. "No no no no, that's not, no, it's just uh..."

Samantha stayed silent, waiting for Tiffany to come to her conclusions, but Tiffany was stuck. The naked sister was speechless, and hornier than ever. "I...um..." Tiffany desperately searched her mind for an answer, anything, and she settled on the only idea that wasn't going back to masturbating. The truth.

"Pfff...ha! Seriously? You think I want to be a petgirl? No no, I'll tell you the REAL truth. YOU want to be a petgirl!"

"Uh...what?"

"Don't think I haven't caught you staring. Looking at my magnificent melons, my badonking butt, my smooth and sexy body. You've been jealous and have secretly wanted to be my pet for years, and now seeing me as a pet makes you envious!"

Tiffany's version of the truth, at least.

"Tiff, I..." Samantha was about to question this, this felt like out of nowhere, but at the same time, if Tiffany was too embarrassed to admit the truth, that might be why she's acting defiant. "Okay, well, if that's true, how does you still being a pet convince me?"

Caught for a moment, Tiffany paused to think. "Because...because you're clearly not there yet. I, begrudgingly, need to keep up the act." Samantha gave a skeptical look. "See, you're still skeptical!"

"So...in other words, you have to live in 'my' fantasy, to convince me to live in 'my' fantasy?"

"...Yes." For several moments, there was silence. Tiffany's plans were in shambles, but she was too busy being a brat to notice it.

Samantha finally spoke up. "Alright...so if I understand right, I should actively be your master, and you be my willing petgirl, so I can learn the joys of being a petgirl?"

"NOT willing," Tiffany corrected. "You would be the willing type yes, but I'm still defiant, and I'm not going to do what you tell me just because I'm letting you take on the role I should have."

"The role as master?"

"...Yes." Even Tiffany was starting to see the absurdity of the situation. She was horny, so she kept following the ideas that made her feel good, but even she had to admit she was starting to lose track of where she was going with this.

Samantha seemed to process this for a bit. If this is what Tiffany wanted to be, to be a brat who secretly loved being a pet, maybe Samantha should play into it. "Hmm, well, I need to take a walk, to think about it more. But if I am going to be your master, I want you to stay here, to be safe."

"No chance. You won't be convinced if you don't see me crawling around. I'm coming."

Samantha raised her eyebrow at the defiance. 'She really is going to be a bratty pet. How do I deal with this?'