A trip to Tesco

"Ermm, here," Jake stood up and touched the bottom hem of his shirt.

"No, no," Susan insisted, "just us girls." Jake sat down, and we four nudes and one clothed guy, fidgeting with the crotch of his pants, ate and finished a full English breakfast.

"Oh, Susan," mum asked, "would you happen to have anything for tea later today?"

"Oh dear," Susan replied, "it appears I've forgotten. Darling, would you be so kind as to walk down the block and pick us up a few things? I'll write a list and put it in my purse, and you can use my card."

"Sure, mum, just let me get dre-"

"Nuh," Susan cut her off, "what did I say earlier? It's such a nice day, you really need more adventure in your life, and I don't think it's cool enough to even warrant shoes."

"She's right," mum answered, "and you, too, Laurie. Join your cousin as you are, the Tesco's only down the street."

"B-but-" we could only stammer as Susan walked into the dining room to get her stuff and write the list. She returned with her purse, gave it to Rian, and shoved the two of us out the door and closed it behind us, audibly locking it.

We both stood for a while in our birthday suits, just out in the open, and didn't do anything. I began to notice Rian was hyperventilating and started to say something when she cut me off.

"Don't talk to me," she said in a creaky voice while sobbing, "this is all your fault!"

"Well, there, let's get on with the trip, the sooner we do the better."

"You know I still have those photos on my phone," she spat back trying to be menacing while having a breakdown, "I'm not going anywhere until you do what I tell you..." she did look kinda fit, with her toned 5'11 body, blonde locks in space buns, lipstick, and mascara that was starting to darken and run a little.

"Okay, what do you want me to do?" I tried consoling her; she was taking this worse than me. Without a single word she picked my petite frame up and brought my torso and head to her own torso, being sure to cover her important bits. "Now, I want you to open your legs out, and bend them back to cover my bum."

"What?! No way, I'd be way too exposed."

"Oh, come off it, if you weren't such a streaker back there we wouldn't be in this situation!" I did what I was told, spreading my legs as they had never been spread before, and bent them backwards to form the world's worst pair of knickers for my cousin. With that, we began our walk - well, Rian began her walk, with me suspended on her like a giant censor bar. Her firm grasp on my body felt pretty good, as did her body on my back, as well as Susan's purse suspended from her shoulder that would rhythmically bump into my back right ribs whilst we walked.

Unfortunately, Rian's grasp held my arms in place at my sides, which meant I couldn't cover myself, a problem exacerbated by my spread legs. Her own arms covered my belly button but not much else. Eventually she stopped crying and sobbing, so I felt it appropriate to ask her to shift this arrangement.

"Err, Rian, could you perhaps change your grip so I can cover myself?"

She just scoffed at the idea and kept walking; at least I was secure in my position and wasn't going to fall down. A few cars passed by with onlookers gawping and a single honk, but we were on a suburban street so it wasn't that bad. After only about ten minutes we finally arrived at the corner where the Tesco was.