Her GF of course!

I turned to stephanie apprehensively, waiting to hear the undoubtedly embarrassing backstory she had come up with for me. Excitedly, she confirmed my need for concern. “Now since we have you looking like a snack for the first time ever, you will be my girl friend! We will tell people we met at college and you just had to come stay with me since our parents are away, couldn’t stay away from all this over the summer!” She gave me a playful wink at the end and my shame continued to build.

My anxiety only grew from stephanie’s plan. Not only was I being trotted out in feminine clothes, make up, breast forms and a dang butt plug, but now I had to pretend to be Stephanie’s girlfriend too? This could only spell trouble for me, but with the deal I had with her in place, I had to be careful how I phrased my objection. “But stephanie-“ before I could even start she cut me off with a disapproving sigh.

“Jenny you aren’t getting this. I’m your girlfriend, so call me something better like babe or sweetheart or something. We gotta make this believable or everyone will know it’s you! Oh and while we are on that topic, you have to speak in a higher pitch. Your voice isn’t all that deep anyway so it shouldn’t be hard for you cutie.”

I was very thrown off by her being nice to me, well relative to the situation, this long in a row. I felt myself getting tense just waiting for the other shoe to drop, but if I played along well enough, maybe it wouldn’t drop at all? I decided I was in so deep anyway, may as well go with what she said and raised the pitch of my voice a bit. “Sorry babe, but if we run into any of your friends, won’t they be suspicious that you have a girlfriend all of a sudden? Like you’re not gay so it would probably raise some eyebrows.”

Now I thought I had made a pretty valid argument, but instead of her admitting I was right, she burst out laughing. Not even a small laugh, a full ass belly laugh. She took a good few minutes to calm down and even had to wipe a tear from her eye before she could continue. “Oh Jenny, just as oblivious as our parents. No one will bat an eye. Everyone outside our family knows I’m bi, hell I prefer women much more so it’d be more surprising for them to see me with a dude than with you.”

Shock coursed through me at her admission. In all the years I’d known her, I never knew she liked women. In hindsight, she did seem to get more interested in me the more feminine my clothes were recently, so maybe I should have had an idea, but maybe I’m dumb? And wait a freaking minute, did she just imply I’m not a dude?! I mean to be fair, I may not look like the picture of masculinity at the moment, but cmon!

More importantly than the emasculating comment though, was stephanie. Did I even really know her at all? She has been mean to me for most of the time we have known each other, but could it have been my fault? I mean of all people, she should have been able to confide in her sibling, step or otherwise. Did I give off a vibe I wasn’t someone she could confide in without realizing it, and thus deprive her of support she should have been entitled to? I definitely would’ve hated me if I had been in her shoes if that was the case.

Not that I liked to admit it, but I often ogled stephanie. She had big firm tits that pushed any shirt to its breaking point, and stayed at attention bra or not. Her ass and legs were sculpted perfectly and her stomach more tones than most people I knew. Her hair never had even a strand out of place and shone the most brilliant brown. All that to say I’ve always thought of her as my hot bitch of a step sister. But as I looked at her now, even while driving, she had an elegance about her on top of her hotness which I never even noticed before. Maybe I was a piece of shit?

I guess the silence following her statement was longer than I thought, as she said to me in a flat tone, “well are you going to say anything or just keep staring?”

It may have been my imagination, but there was almost a bit of trepidation in her tone I had never heard from the always confident and in control stephanie. I knew I had to show her I supported her regardless of her sexuality, and what better way than leaning into the deal we made. As I answered, in a high pitch voice of course, we pulled up to the mall, “just admiring my beautiful girlfriend of course.” And for the first time, as she put the car in park, I initiated contact and gave her a kiss on the cheek.

She turned to me in surprise and smiled at me, “oh this is going to be such a fun day Jenny!”