Ron's Sister

A shiver ran up my spine as I looked up at the figure underneath the doorframe. My eyes went up, taking in her short, checkered skirt and white blouse. The blouse was tied just below her chest, revealing her toned midriff. My eyes glanced higher, observing the ever-so-tiny cleavage show that was available to me (towering over her, James had a better angle down her blouse).

The figure before my was my sister, Allie.

Physically, she was quiet similar to my mother - she was my sister after all - but her features were slightly more Caucasian, perhaps the work of my father.

"Mom, who's this?" Allie asked, evidently confused. "And what treatment is he-"

Mom turned around towards Allie, on Mom's face. "Sweetheart! You're home!" Mom stood to give Allie a hug, before faltering. "Sorry, sweetie. I can't touch you due to the virus."

This statement seemed to go over Allie's head; she was too busy taking in Mom's attire. "Mom... please, what's going on?"

This was when James stepped in, "Allie, was it?" My sister nodded. "I am a friend of Ron's and my father is a medical expert who has passed a plethora of knowledge to me." Allie, being as gullible as Mom, kept nodding, as if this were all normal. James continued, "You see, your mother had contracted the virus and because of this, I needed to step in to conduct a ritual to keep her safe."

Mom nodded in agreement, "His treatments are absolutely amazing honey!"

Allie smiled, "Really?!" She began jumping up and down, her breasts swaying from underneath her blouse. "Mom, could I please stay and see Stage 4 of the treatment then?"

Before Mom could answer, James put a hand on Allie's shoulder, "Of course you can. In fact, to protect this family, you must also be a part of the ritual."

Allie nodded, chewing it all up. "When should we get started?"

James explained, "Before we get started, we need to get you ready like we got your mother ready. But since you're younger and less mature than her (Allie was one year older than us; she was 19), I will need to get involved to a greater degree in your preparations."

I butted in "What preparations?"

Mom interjected "Honey, don't you remember? I needed to apply the gel to my body."

James nodded, "And don't forget that I needed to ensure that she wasn't wearing the wrong clothes."

With this, James put one hand on my sister's ass and guided her to her room. "Ron, please bring Allie's suitcase to her room. Susan, come with me. Since Allie is still young and inexperienced, I will need to gel her and clothe her with my own, reliable hands."