Respect

Lauren felt extremely uneasy walking around in nothing but the ugly yellow bottoms on a public beach. She was an adult woman, for crying out loud. Due to her slightly less curvacious body (or shapeless), nobody really made a big deal out of her toplessness. But it was a damn big deal for her. Especially since that stupid line in front of the ice cream stand didn't seemed to be moving at all.

While her sis was away, Vanessa jumped at the opportunity to massage some sunscreen on the two guys' muscular bodies. She was a good looking lass, she had had men like them before, but it was the forbidden kind of pleasure to explore her sis' boyfriend's body while she was out on the sun topless. After that, Bobby returned the favour. Vanessa didn't think the day could get any better.

Eventually after about 20 or so minutes out on the burning sun, Lauren managed to return from the stand with the ice cream. Not too keen on revealing any more of her scantily-dressed body to the boys, she lurked around some parasols until the two'd left for a walk. It was time. And she went to confront her bitch of a sister.

Vanessa simply took the cone from her hand and leaned back on her towel. "Thanks, sweetie."

Lauren covered her breasts with her hands. She didn't know how much time she'd got as Lauren, but she was determined to get a top. "It's over. You've had your fun."

"I did." smiled Vanessa, content with the sight of her 'big and powerful' big sister cowering in front of her like a child. If only mother could see this, she thought.

"Now, give me a top!"

"No." giggled Vanessa, licking her ice cream. She applauded herself on her choice of bottoms, because that yellow one on Lauren looked extremely ridiculous. Even more so without a top. She was not about to ruin that purrfect image by providing one.

"You can't do this! I am..." she nervously glanced around, "... your older sister. You ought to respect me. You can't just strip me in public."

"As far as I remember, I haven't stripped you, sweetie."

"I... you... that is irrelevant right now. You can't **** me to be topless in public."

"I haven't **** anything on you, honey. As far as I remember, you were so ashamed of your own body that you decided to pose as a kid rather than face your boyfriend." she licked the ice cream off her lips and gave her sister that cheshire grin of hers. "How could I respect someone who is so shallow?"

"I... give me a top..." she whined.

"No. You chose to be my lil' sister Jess. So now I am the older sister. 'You ought to respect me' and do as I say. And you will be treated as the brat you are. Be glad I gave you bottoms. Many a kid runs around the beach in the buff."

"But..."

"Speaking of those kids," whispered Vanessa, a wicked grin twisting her lips. "Of course you can go and play with them!" she continued louder. "Just stay within sight, honey. And no fighting."

Lauren followed her gaze towards the water nearby, where a bunch of kids were splashing wildly. Then she saw two long shadows approaching from behind and realised her sister'd put up an act in front of the boys. And since they have returned, she was now stuck being Jess again.

"Aww, I feel so sorry for you, Tony. I can't believe Lauren just left." cooed Vanessa. "Guess what? To cheer ya up, I'll answer five of your questions about her. No bullshitting."

"Would she be okay with that?" asked Tony, ever the gentleman.

"Pfff. Definitely."

Lauren tried to object, but then she saw a flash of light coming from behind. She jerked her head back and saw Bobby smiling behind a digital camera.

"Pictures, yay!" yelled Vanessa excitedly. It was worth sending the guys back to the car for the camera. And she wasn't actually the one taking the pictures, so it was not against their little agreement. "Make a crapload of 'em, Bobby! I wanna remember this day, always."

"No, I don't want to be photographed!" panicked Lauren, knocking her knees together and crossing her arms in front of her more tightly.

"Then you better hurry. Your little friends are waiting." snickered Vanessa and she gave Lauren a gentle swat on her scrawny behind.

Lauren just groaned. She definitely didn't want Vanessa to come up with all kinds of crazy fantasies to Tony's questions - and she was genuinely wondering what Tony would ask - but she didn't want to stay there topless. Especially not with Bobby snapping pictures of them.

Could she risk those pictures to sate her curiousity or would she take the safer route with the kids, away from the guys and the camera?