Working it

As much as you'd like to loaf around the house and mess with your big sister, you have to get to work. You notice guys here take care of their bodies so you shave some spots you wouldn't usually shave, including most of your pubic hair. Heather says it looks sexy, why not take care of yourself to look good for women? You didn't appreciate it when Ellen was walking around with her hairy snatch when you first got here, you figure it's only fair that you not have a hairy crotch if it's going to gross out the ladies.

You head out in late afternoon with Heather and your little sister. Even though they don't have to worry about clothes it takes them much longer than you to get ready. They agonize over their hair and makeup, and each shaved their twat as well. Unlike you they aren't trimmed but are totally hairless, a look of which you thoroughly approve.

"Geeze I still don't like everybody seeing me naked," your sister says self-consciously as you get to the main boulevard, holding her legs together tightly and walking awkwardly so at least people don't get to see much of her pussy.

"Yeah I was just thinking it would be great if I was the only guy here in town," you say, "That would solve everything."

Both women laugh. "Yeah I bet you'd like that," Heather says.

"And here I thought you were empathetic. You're just horny," Katy says with a grin.

"I thought women didn't care if other ladies saw them naked," you say, and Katy tells you that you obviously know nothing about women. Then how do you have two girlfriends, plus your boss begging for your cock? But you know better than to argue.

You keep walking toward the town square with Ruth's restaurant and all of the other popular businesses. You hear those wimpy moped engines but aren't too worried since the street is crowded with people in the afternoon sun. They all roll up on you nevertheless just as you're about to cross the last street into the square.

There's about eight of them, dudes your age or within a few years. Two look like burnouts with long hair and tattoos, but most are the surfer type assholes who are everywhere here, long wavy hair and muscular, swimmer's builds. You recognize two as employee's at Ruth's, your fellow waiters. Maybe one is a cook.

"Hey Heather," one of the burnouts says, ignoring you as they block your way with their bikes, "Come with us. We need a girl for the night."

"Yeah come get gangbanged again," one of the surfer guys says, following it with a stoner's hehehe laugh.

"Remember when we all pulled a train on her at the bonfire at the beach?" another adds. You'd be lying if you said these words didn't hurt you too. You didn't want to know any of this stuff.

Heather looks down in shame. "I don't do that anymore," she mumbles.

"Yeah she's with me," you say, but it sounds kind of silly even as the words come out of your mouth. The guys just laugh at you, all eight of them. Even though you don't feel ashamed to be with Heather, it never feels good to get laughed at like this.

"What you want with a girl who's not even sloppy seconds?" one says.

"Yeah she like sloppy second hundredths..." another says.

What is she, a fraction? You want to ask, but you doubt they'd appreciate the humor. The girls cling to you for protection, not that you can really give them much if it comes to that. Suddenly you feel powerless and don't like it.

"Who's the less slutty looking one?"

"Yeah damn, why's this dipshit get so many hot chicks?"

"That's his sister, she works at the restaurant too," one of your co-workers blurts out.

"She's hot. Let her suck us off in the alley and we'll let you go." The assholes laugh. Katy, who aside from your perversions has gone through life innocently enough, looks like she's about to cry.

But you're not a total rube. Back home, bullies would shake you down on the street for money like this. It's worse here, but the same basic scam, they're looking for weakness. You take the girl's hands and push through the guys confidently. It's broad daylight, what are they going to really do? You **** the issue and they don't stop you.

"Awww you're just making it worse, when we get them we're gonna be rough on little sister now," one of the guys says.

"Yeah we'll gang bang her like we did Heather last summer, all three holes for hours. Isn't that right Heather? And we'll make little sister like it, like Heather always did."

You pull the girls toward Ruth's rather than respond. You want to punch the guy's lights out, but 1 against 8... what can you really do but get out of there?

Finally you get to Ruth's and head in through the kitchen door.

"Assholes," Katy says, "What the hell was that?"

"Just how it is here," Heather said. "I uh, understand... if you don't want to be with me anymore..." she adds, looking to you like she's the one about to cry.

"Huh?" you ask. But you realize she means all the slutty stuff they said about her. It must have been true. "Oh I don't care. As long as you don't do that stuff THIS summer. You're my girflriend now."

She sniffles, actually crying now. You look to Katy and she nods in support. You know must guys wouldn't want to date a girl who'd been the town slut, if nothing else they wouldn't want to get abused verbally like you just did for dating a girl like Heather. But she's clearly shown she has a heart of gold, and she's being a good girlfriend to you. You'd never dump her just because of what happened before she even met you.

She looks to you, perhaps assessing whether you're just humoring her. Then she accepts our words and hugs you tightly.

Still, you're upset by the encounter with the moped idiots. Is that really how it is here? You start your shift and try to put on a nice face for the patrons of Ruth's restaurant. Ruth is training your sister to be a hostess. Katy has never had a real job, so you're worried, but she seems to be trying her best. She'll have to greet people naked and smile at them, let them look over her body, her nice toned figure and her hairless twat, then giggle and suggest the expensive wines and the night's special, which you've learned is usually whatever Ruth is making the biggest profit margin on with current market prices.

You like seeing how your little sister is still blushing and impulsively covering her pussy sometimes so people can't see every little detail of her feminine folds. You don't want anybody else to touch her and part of you hates other guys even seeing her, but having her constantly embarrassed is hot.

On your break, you go into Ruth's office, where Katy is trying to learn to pronounce the names of the wines.

"Chat... eow... Carbon axe?"

"Château Carbonnieux!" Ruth barks at her. You chuckle at your sister who seems like a country bumpkin even compared to you. "Oh it's big brother," Ruth says when she sees you enter. "You'll need to discipline her. She is a very slow learner."

You remember Ruth wants you to take charge of punishing your little sister when she messes up. This is a hot fantasy but you're uneasy at actually doing it, you hardly want to **** Katy. You look to her and she has puppy dog eyes. "Please," she says, "I'm really struggling with this stuff."

Well if everybody wants you to be a bit rough with Katy, including Katy, who are you to refuse to live out a dirty fantasy? You close the door. Ruth doesn't seem to care who sees her depravity, but you are happy to keep this stuff private.

You take a paper clamp off Ruth's desk and flex it in front of your sister's face. "Just repeat after me. If you mess up, the clamp goes on a nipple."

Ruth grins and Katy looks horrified, but she says, "Okay, I'll just not mess up then."

You start pronouncing wines off the menu. You took high school French, because that was the language all the hot chicks gravitated toward (the other options were Latin and German). While you have forgotten most of it, getting screamed at by that battleaxe Madame DuPont during daily vocabulary recitations seems to have drilled into you the basic oddities of French pronunciation and you can read off a wine list without offending Ruth.

Ruth plops down in her office chair and watches. It makes this easier if the old pervert is enjoying your actions.

"Vermillon," she says.

"That's not even a French word! Vermillion!" you place the black clamp on your little sister's nipple in annoyance. You didn't even think about it, you just wanted to punish her in the moment. The crude black clip bites down on her hard brown nipples.

"Ow that hurts!" she says, wincing in pain, "And it is too French!"

Ruth laughs at her antics.

"Don't contradict me or it will be even worse for you!" you say. This is coming pretty easy for you. You twist the clamp a little but Katy just makes a sarcastic face, then you twist more and she grimaces hard.

"Okay okay!" she says, "Vermillion. There are you happy?"

"A little," you say. You look at your sister with an improvised nipple clamp. It looks like it hurts but she's taking it. You're getting hard from punishing your sister.

You look down to the wine list and point to one with a nice long name.

"Oh this isn't fair!" Katy whines. Ruth just laughs. "Domanny duh closs duh thief!"

"Domaine du Clos du Fief!" You say, laughing and grabbing the second black clamp then cruelly putting it on her right nipple. She yelps in pain, but then sticks her tongue out at you. You slap your sisters clamped tits and she screams.

"Asshole!" she says. You act like you're going to slap her clamped nipples again and she recoils. You don't want to actually **** her, well, at least you think you don't... so you don't really hit her.

"Ruth better tell me you've improved improve or I'll punish you for real after our shift," you say, "Now give me a kiss."

She seems more surprised by this than when you slapper her clamped nipples, but she stands on her tip toes and you kiss your sister on the lips, pressing your tongue into her mouth. She sighs happily and kisses you back as you take her clamps off, then gently massage your sister's nipples. She winces in pain but keeps kissing you eagerly.

"Okay kids, back to work, Katy," your boss says, "Go follow around Jessica. You can go to the bathroom first if you need to."

As your sister scampers out, Ruth says, "The loving dominant. Interesting move."

You shrug. "Just doing what comes natural," you say, "I don't anything about any of this stuff."

She laughs again. "You're pretty innocent for a guy who fucks his sister."

"Well we haven't actually fucked yet..." you say, standing in your boss's little office. You look Ruth over. She looks so good for a 50-year-old woman, not a touch of gray, and her breasts are surprisingly firm, if not that much bigger than your little sister's.

"Don't even think about it," she says, "Your break's over. But maybe after your shift, if you want to come up to my place..."

She gives you a wink, but keeps you out of her office. Alas, four more hours of waiting tables... but that's just what it's like for a working stiff, you suppose. At least after it's done you'll get to stiff your boss. All in a day's work.