Lori sluts it up. So do you. It runs in the family.

You shower quickly and wrap a towel around yourself before returning to your bedroom. Lori is preening in front of a mirror, admiring herself in a tight lavender miniskirt that clings to her round rump, and a white shirt which she has tied in a knot below her obviously braless tits. She's added a pair of black stockings that stop just below the bottom of her skirt, and she's wearing a pair of two inch heels.

"What do you think Sis?" she asks, turning to show herself off.

"You look like a slut," you answer, shaking your head.

"That's the look I was going for!" she replies, sticking her tongue out at you. "Like what you laid out isn't? That's a hooker outfit if I ever saw one. Besides, these are your clothes, bitch!"

You sigh and shake your head, finishing drying yourself before dressing. You've chosen a tight pair of denim booty shorts cut so high they show off the bottom curves of your ass and a tight yellow tank top that leaves little to the imagination. Like Lori, you don't bother with a bra, and you smile as you see your stiff pierced nipples showing themselves under the fabric. You add a pair of strappy sandals, and admire yourself in the mirror, smiling at how sexy you look.

Lori sidles up beside you and slips an arm around your waist, posing with you. You can't help but smile at the image you see in the mirror.

"The Carter girls!" you laugh. "Let the men beware!"

Lori giggles happily, and gives you a kiss on the cheek. "Let's go! I can't wait to get started!" she squeaks.