She arrives late

Elizabeth arrived at her younger sister's house late by 2 hours. As she knocked on the door, she cringed a little at her dress. She'd intended to wear just some jeans and a t-shirt she'd bought, but in the dark of the early morning, she'd grabbed the floral halter and shorts outfit, and been too rushed to change after she realized she was walking out of the house dressed like an oversexed 19 year old at a freshman summer camp. Now she stood at her sister's house, hair pulled up into a high ponytail, white knee high socks, and white tennis shoes to complete her outfit.

The door opened, and she resisted the sudden urge to stick her tongue out.

Megan did a double take at her older sister standing in front of her in the doorway, decked out like a college freshman. They stood in silence, staring at each other angrily for a second before she relaxed. Megan decided she would express her disappointment later. Elizabeth still had to make sure she didn't slip up and reveal she was trying to make money from her younger sister. Megan collected herself and stood a bit straighter.

Elizabeth watched the anger fade from her younger sister's face, replaced with something more regal and cold. "Good, I'm glad you're finally here, 'Lizzie'." her sister clipped, and motioned for her to enter the spacious house.

"Wha-" Elizabeth started, before another person stepped into view. An older woman who was dressed for the office was there as well. Elizabeth caught herself before stammering, "Oh, so you got someone else here. I guess you want me to clean then?"

"The bathrooms. Run along please." Elizabeth shrugged to Megan and then to her guest, and went into the utility room to gather her cleaning supplies. As she counted out a few rags, she could hear bits and pieces of Megan and her colleague chatting in the living room.

"Who is she?"

"... she needed a summer job."

"... So hard to find these days..."

"...only 19?"

"Oh I see..."

"...living with you?"

"...well its nice of you."

"...Well, I can ask..."

A few hours in to her cleaning, and aside from the heels, Elizabeth was feeling very comfortable in her new clothes. She'd found it a bit awkward to clean and dust with the shortalls at first, but after a little while she didn't even notice. If she was honest with herself, she found the clothes more and more comfortable, if not a bit provocative due to the way the shirt pulled tight across her nipples.

She felt herself daydreaming while going through her mindless tasks. First about having more wild sex with her husband, and then about having wild sex with her husband while wearing her outfit. The mental image of her husband bending her over the bed in a pink spandex clubbing bandeau dress, ripping down her thong and fucking her was enough to convince her to take a few minutes of break time to calm down.

She felt much calmer after reaching under her dress and jilling herself off after lunch.

Elizabeth felt her phone buzz after she was finished cumming and pulled it out of the denim pocket. It was Ms Hastings, her sister.

"Why weren't you on time this morning?! I had to explain why I let you be so late and didn't fire you! If I'd let anything slip, neither of us would have heard the end of it."

Elizabeth's thumbs flew on the keys in response. "Sorry, ok? It was super early and I slept through my alarm. I heard a little of your conversation, what was she asking about?"

"Oh that. She wanted to know who you were. I had to explain you were my little sister, Lizzie. That's why I didn't fire your ass."

"Did you really say I was living with you?"

"Well you came in looking like you'd been at some stupid college theme party, and are cleaning my house! I didn't know what else to say. Damage is done now though. If we're going to keep this up, you're going to have to move some things in to the spare room. Find some of your old college stuff or something. Get some CDs or a boom box."

Elizabeth frowned. "WTF? First off, they don't have CDs anymore. You know that. Secondly, I don't even have any of that old stuff anymore!"

"See? You're already sounding like a bratty younger sister. You knew you were going to have to come up with a different backstory eventually, since you wanted to hide that you were my older sister!"

Elizabeth wasn't sure about that. Hadn't it been Ms Hastings who'd suggested the whole thing? She couldn't remember now. "Fine, I guess. Whatever. Anything else?"

"Yeah. As much as I hate it, you're going to have to act and talk a little more like a teenager when you're at my house. I realized you don't actually sound much like a young woman fresh out of highschool, lol. You need to sound, I don't know how to put this..."

Elizabeth tapped angrily, "Dumber???"

Ms. Hastings responded, "Well, sort of. I think you get the message. Think 'clueless'. lol"

"Uh... what"

"See, you're already getting it! Have to go back to work now, talk later."

Elizabeth frowned and put her phone away. She'd need to figure this living situation out if she was going to pull this off. It was beginning to get concerning how her sister was manipulating her so easily. She had always been the one in control before, and this job was reversing their roles so quickly and so completely that she felt a little light headed.

The phone rested contently against her hip