Chapter 4 by Rowenar

How does Trish respond?

She can't cover up

"You, uh," Trish faltered. "You can't cover yourself."

"I guessed that," Jessica said, snapping from embarrassment. Her expression quickly softened. "Sorry Trish, not you I'm mad at."

"I know but, uh- I meant with your hands," Trish said.

Jessica stared incredulously.

"He said, um, 'and don't think she can go through it all hiding behind her arms, I want people to see her,' so, um, I don't think you can stay like that," Trish said.

Jessica looked down at herself, her cheeks now a striking crimson. She was stark naked in a New York street, covering her chest with one arm and trying to hide her pussy behind the other, embarrassed beyond belief, and that wasn't enough?!

"I-I'm sorry," Trish said. "I- ah, I need to-"

Trish moved to began stripping herself again; Jessica winced.

"N-no, Trish, Trish, it's ok!"

Jessica moved both her hands to take her adopted sister's shoulders, trying to stop her going through with Kilgrave's command

"Look at me," Jessica said, voice a little higher pitched than she was comfortable with. "Trish, look at me!"

Jessica just about managed to not cover up again as Trish took in the sight of her sister's exposed body, her tits, the slit between her legs, not one inch concealed.

Slowly, Jessica pulled away from her sister. She glanced, slightly desperately, around the street.

"Ok," she muttered to herself. "Ok. Eleven and a half hours like this. No biggie."

Despite her words, she couldn't suppress a nervous shiver.