Sara gets to know some of the positives of this new world

Dinner was perhaps the most awkward experience of Sara’s life. How was she meant to sit at a table with her sister and father, and not react to the fact her father was the only one with any clothes on?

At least she could hide her lower half under the table, but her boobs were still visible, as were Laurel’s.

And Laurel moved shamelessly as she ate, gesturing if she spoke, not even trying to hide them. Sara had never wanted to see so much of her sister’s tits.

Sara, meanwhile, tried to be more reserved. She spoke, and ate, but kept her arms low, tried not to flush.

Was this seriously going to be her life now?

“So, what’s new with you?” Laurel said.

Sara tried not to ****.

“Uh- A couple of things I guess,” Sara said. Then, quickly moving on. “How about you?”

“A bit,” Laurel said. “Helped Ollie with saving the city a couple of times. Oh! One sec.”

Laurel quickly stood up, heading over to a shelf. And there was her sister’s ass; Sara tried to look away, only really seeing Laurel unplug her phone from the wall.

A moment later and Laurel was back, flicking through it before she returned to her meal. She handed it over to Sara.

“I took a few photos for when you got back,” Laurel said. “Thought it’d be nice to let you know some of what happened while you were off travelling in time. I know, secret identities, it’s not the safest thing but still.”

Sara idly glanced at the phone-

And choked. She quickly gulped down some of her drink, steadying herself, before returning her attention to the photos.

It was Team Arrow, sure. But it was the whole team. It was Laurel, in only a pale wig and black mask, and someone it was even more perverse to see her naked when so much effort had been made to disguise her face.

But then it was Felicity; Sara had had a bit of a thing for the adorable hacker, but had been pretty sure nothing would happen with it. Now he was sat naked at a chair, with a hole in the back that showed off some of her ass. Or grinning, cheerful after stopping the bad guys some time or other, not remotely shy about her impressively perky tits.

There was Thea, posing for the camera in a way that might have been more playfully innocent if she wasn’t only wearing a red mask and quiver, the quiver’s strap making her otherwise small boobs stand out, and her gloriously long legs in full view, topped with a glimpse of her slit. Or sometimes there was an image of her from behind, shooting her bow and arrow and displaying her tiny pale ass.

There was another girl Sara didn’t recognise, in a mask similar to Laurel’s, and in another she saw John Diggle’s wife, who ran an otherwise strict and serious government agency, happily walking around the base with everything exposed.

In yet another, apparently Sara’s ex Nyssa had returned to the city at some point. Sara knew what she looked like under all her clothes, but it was still rather pleasant to see her browned skin again. There were a few scars marring her perfect skin, but that didn’t affect the thrill that went through parts of Sara at the sight.

Sara’s cheeks coloured slightly, aware most of the world probably wouldn’t get so turned on at such images if they were commonplace, but unable to pretend it wasn’t a little fun.

“Th-thanks,” Sara said. “I’ll… look at them properly later.”

Alone in bed later, probably. Sara bit her lip.

Her joy was only slightly dampened by the realisation that she was still in the same boat as them.

After dinner, it was movie night. Family bonding apparently; Sara had been gone a while. As much as she longed to get somewhere private, both to look over those team photos properly and to finally get somewhere people couldn’t see her, she could hardly begrudge her family that.

She sat next to Laurel, still awkward with how much skin contact they had, and trying to do what she could to subtly cover herself.

And then her jaw dropped when the movie started. It wasn’t one Sara knew, some superhero thing that had come out while she was away, but the contents were… ok, it shouldn’t have been surprising, but it still caught her off guard.

Every actress had their face made-up, made to look pretty as per normal, but below that they had nothing on. They walked around, delivered their lines, did their stunts, and didn’t react.

Women who Sara could never have imagined doing a nude scene idly gave full-frontal exposure for the entire runtime. Sara squeezed her legs together, almost, almost, forgetting that she too was nude.

Ok. Maybe she could get to like this changed world.