Ultra-Violet Exposure

When I get up on Saturday, it's already pretty late in the morning, which only confirms to me how tired I was yesterday. I get out of bed and start getting ready when I hear a knock on my door. Please don't tell me that's Mom trying to get attention. I'm not awake enough for that yet.

"Hey, Matt? You up?"

That doesn't sound like Mom. Is that... Julia? It's certainly nice to hear her talking again, but I'm not sure why she's at my door right now. Curiously, I go over to the door and open it to find her standing there with her classic Julia smile. Man, have I missed that smile. What's even more surprising is that behind Julia is Michelle, quietly looking down at the ground.

"Hey, you two. What's going on?" I ask.

"We just came to tell you we're headed out. We're going to the mall today!" Julia responds happily. "I asked Michelle to tell you while I was getting ready, but for some reason, she really didn't want to."

Julia glances back at our oldest sister, who just blushes while keeping her eyes down. Yeah, no real surprise there at this point.

"Alright. Have fun and try to stay out of trouble."

"No promises! See ya later, bro!" Julia says as she gives me a tight hug.

Once Julia backs away, she looks at Michelle expectantly. Michelle looks incredibly uncomfortable, but after a moment, she gives me the world's shortest, softest hug. Even that is unusual for her, a fact that I'm sure is not lost on Julia. Most of the time, when Julia implies that Michelle should give me a hug or something, Michelle just scoffs and walks away.

After my sisters leave the house, I can't help but wonder if Julia has ulterior motives. Sure, going on a trip to the mall together is nothing new for the two of them, but with how suspicious Julia has been the past few days, I'm a little worried. I really hope she doesn't try to pick Michelle's brain to try and figure out what's wrong with her. I'm not sure how well Michelle could hold up in a situation like that. Especially if the two of them start talking about me.

Trying my best to put that fear out of my mind, I continue to get ready. Right as I'm finishing up, I am once again interrupted by someone, though this time it takes the form of my mom calling from downstairs.

"Matt, honey! Your friend Violet is here!"

"Thanks, Mom! I'll be right down!"

To be honest, I'm not really sure why Violet likes to meet me here, considering that we usually end up riding the bus back into town. Maybe she likes seeing my family? I don't know. Since she's here, I might as well go downstairs as say hi. I'm not quite ready to go, but knowing Violet, she might get a little restless if I don't at least pause what I'm doing to see her. With that in mind, I make my way downstairs.

"Hey, V? You ready for the movies?" I ask as I come down the stairs.

"I think so. Honestly, I'm just glad to be done with school for the week." After the week I've had, I can definitely relate. "Hey, when you get down here, can you give me your opinion on my outfit? I want to know if you think I look nice."

That's an odd request. I know Violet likes dressing up, but I don't feel like she usually wants my opinion on what she wears. And besides, I can't imagine her wearing something she doesn't look good in. Not knowing what to expect, I reach the end of the stairs and round the corner into the living room. And the sight that awaits me there makes my jaw hit the floor...

Am... am I seeing this right? I think I am. My best friend is standing in my living room wearing nothing but a black one-piece and a couple gold accessories. As if that wasn't ridiculous enough, she has the top pulled open to fully expose her tits, revealing her rock-hard nipples to the world. It's hard to tear my eyes away from her gorgeous breasts, but eventually, I also notice the way the bottom of her outfit is nearly swallowed by her pussy lips. Revealing so much skin also gives me a nice look at her meaty thighs, and I would likely get a good view of her ass if she turned around. Once I manage to stop staring at her body, I notice the massive smile on her face, indicating that she's loving every second of this moment. Suddenly, I find my thoughts going a mile a minute.

"W-what are you doing, V? I mean, you look fantastic, but... well... How are we supposed to go to the movies with you dressed like that? Did you come all the way over here like this? How many people saw you? Were you like this when my mom answered the door? I... I..."

It's at this point that Violet can't take it anymore. She bursts out into a fit of laughter, much to my confusion. It takes her a solid few minutes to calm down enough to even attempt talking through her continued giggles.

"I got you so good! You should see the look on your face!"

Wait, she "got" me? What the hell is going on right now? I want to say something along those lines, but I'm simultaneously too stunned and too turned on to form anymore coherent words. After enjoying a bit more of my confusion, Violet finally decides to speak up again.

"I didn't come over here with my tits hanging out, dummy! That was a special treat just for you," Violet explains as she tugs on the fabric of her outfit, popping her boobs back inside. She bites her lip as she does, before continuing. "You know, you should feel lucky. You're the first person I've ever shown that much skin to..."

Is she serious? Violet's never shown her tits to anyone before now? I figured Violet would have been on tons of dates and done plenty of stuff before she met me. I mean, look at her. But now that she's said that, I have to wonder: is Violet a virgin? Before I go down that rabbit hole, I should probably address the other elephant in the room.

"And what about...?" I ask while pointing at her bottom half. Violet looks down at herself before looking like she's on the verge of another laughing fit.

"Oh yeah, that. Don't worry, I brought a skirt with me. I just took it off and hid it after your mom let me in."

I feel relieved when she goes over to the corner of the room and pulls out a brownish-grey pencil skirt. She slips the skirt back on and returns to my side.

"So, what did you think? Did you like my surprise?" There's a vulnerability to her voice that wasn't there before when she asks that, as though she really cares what my answer will be.

"Now that I know you didn't parade around like that around town, yes, I did. You looked fantastic." Violet grins from ear to ear when she hears that. "Now, give me just a minute to finish getting ready and we can leave."

Violet nods, but doesn't say anything, still seemingly lost in her own giddiness at my response. I quickly head back upstairs and finish getting ready. The last thing I do before heading out is slip my phone and the Random Remote into my pockets. I consider leaving the remote at home just this once, but hey, you never know.

When I return downstairs, I find the living room empty. Unsure where Violet went, I spend a short time looking around before finding my mom tidying up in the kitchen.

"Hey, Mom? Do you now where Violet went?"

"I think I saw her go upstairs, dear. I thought she was headed to your room," Mom explains.

She certainly didn't end up at my room if that was where she was headed. This isn't the first time Violet has been in my house either, so she should know which room is mine. Worried that she's getting into more trouble, I decide to head upstairs to look for her.

I start by checking my room, but as I suspected, she's not in there. I also check to see if she's in the bathroom, but no luck their either. That's when I hear a noise coming from Michelle's room. Surely that's not Violet. Why would she go into my sister's room? Despite my uncertainty, I check the room anyways, just to be sure. When I crack open the door, I get my second shocking sight of the day.

In Michelle's room, sitting on the floor in the corner is Violet. That's already weird enough, but in Violet's hand is a pair of Michelle's panties. Violet has the panties pressed up against her nose and is taking large whiffs of what I can only assume, judging by how close Violet is to the laundry hamper, is recently used underwear.

"Violet! What are you doing?!"

Violet turns to see me staring at her. She blushes, but doesn't even attempt to hide what she's doing as she takes another sniff.

"Oh, hey, Matt. Um... sorry. I was headed up to your room, but when I passed your sister's room, a weird thought came to me. I just... couldn't help myself."

I honestly have no idea what to say in this situation. I know it's been a bit since I've seen Violet, but I wasn't expecting her attribute to have gotten so strong so quickly. I can only hope that she's acting this way because she's so comfortable around me and that she's not doing this kind of stuff everywhere.

"Can we just... can you stop smelling my sister's panties? I'm ready to head out."

"Sounds good!" Violet springs up and tosses the panties back in the laundry. She walks over to the door, but as she gets there, she leans over and whispers in my ear. "But don't act like you've never been curious yourself. And in case you're wondering, yes, they smell heavenly..."

My heart skips a beat as Violet brushes past me. She's not wrong. I've never actually done it myself, but I have frequently imagined sneaking into my sisters' rooms to smell their dirty panties. I guess I can't exactly blame Violet when I really think about it. Something tells me that hanging out with her could get me into trouble from now on. However, I can't deny that a part of me finds everything she's been doing incredibly hot. And at the end of the day, she's still my best friend. Maybe I even like the idea of getting into some sexy trouble with her.

With the knowledge that today is probably going to be anything but boring, I join Violet back downstairs, excited to spend the day with my newly promiscuous friend.