Chapter 2

I tried to focus on Kelly’s face as we chatted on my bed. She said that Sam would be over tomorrow and the three of us would work on dad’s list for the day as it was Sunday and he would be around to answer any questions. On Monday morning we would pick Sam up on the way out of town for the two-hour drive to the nearest real city to hit up the first mall of the summer.

I was shaken, wondering what to do about the fact that Kelly was triggered. It was becoming ever clearer that she was indeed affected. I couldn’t keep from glancing down now and again at her chest. Over time her chest took on a pink tinge as Kelly clearly enjoyed it when I looked. The fact that she was becoming aroused was having a similar effect on me and I worried that it would soon become apparent. I was dressed only in a pair of boxers and was covered by just a sheet as it was a warm summer night. If I became erect there would be no way to hide it.

Thankfully, before that happened, she leaned forwards once more to peck me on the cheek and all but skipped off to her room. I tried to calm myself but couldn’t and although I felt guilty about it, I ended up masturbating to Kelly’s imagined bare nipples that night.

The next day was actually pretty fun although it was work as well. Mom and dad “supervised” all day while Sam, Kelly, and I worked on everything from cleaning the rain gutters to mopping the floor. The only thing of note was that I overheard one of Sam’s whispered comments to Kelly.

“I see the girls are free again today. Go you.” It was clear to me as well; Kelly was definitely not wearing a bra under her old work t-shirt. I’m sure that mom noticed but I didn’t catch her commenting if she did. As evening closed in Dad called for pizza and Kelly went with Sam to pick it up. I still swam regularly while at university so I was surprised at how tired I was. I had been up and down the ladder quite a few times that day though.

I turned in early once more, this time Kelly didn’t barge in for a chat. I was disappointed in myself at how much I missed looking at her. This was getting completely out of control. Despite my angst I fell asleep quickly. It was too early the next morning when Kelly began banging on my door.

“Get up! Get up! It’s time to go shopping!” The vibrato in her voice as she sang “shopping” was completely unnecessary.

Kelly was excited and I was resigned and we were soon on our way. A quick stop at Sam’s house and we were headed out of town. It was clear that Kelly and Sam had coordinated their outfits at least a little. They both usually wore the same “uniform” of t-shirt and jeans or shorts that I was used to seeing on teenagers everywhere. That Monday they were wearing short summer sun-dresses instead.

Kelly’s was in yellow and had spaghetti straps over her shoulders. Her still-unfettered breasts were covered by triangles that almost looked like they could be the top of a bikini. The loose cotton flowed from there to just above her knees. She had on sandals with a modest heel and the whole thing looked like she was ready for a fancy picnic.

Sam was in a sky-blue dress with short shoulders and a wide neck. She was quite a bit shorter than Kelly as well as being curvier. She had the same flat tummy that my sister sported but had bigger breasts and a rounder ass. Sam’s dress also came down to just about her knees and her sandals looked to have two inches more of a heel than Kelly’s did. The whole ensemble really suited her blond hair and blue-eyed farmer’s daughter look.

It was unusual enough for them to be in dresses that I commented on it as I drove along.

“It’s logical” Sam said. “We’re going to be trying on a bunch of clothes today and it’s a lot easier.”

“And quicker” Kelly interjected.

“And quicker” Sam continued, “to take these dresses off and put them back on.” She grinned at Kelly and teased, “if we had to wait for your sister to peel off and squeeze into her jeans in every changing room, we would only get half the shopping done that we could.”

“As if!” Kelly looked into the back seat where Sam sat with faux-outrage. “You’re the one with the bubble butt!”

“How dare you” Sam fake-scowled back.

The rest of the drive passed quickly, filled with light banter and teasing. Sam and Kelly had been best friends since I could remember and so Sam had been over to the house quite a bit while we were growing up. She had been the one who picked up volleyball first of the two although her shorter stature eventually pushed her into playing as the libero. I therefore knew her quite well and was able to easily participate in the teasing.

One thing that I learned on that drive was that Sam would be joining me and Kelly at university in the fall. I was kind of surprised as I thought she would end up somewhere else but I was firmly informed that they would not be separated. They had even signed up to be roommates. This definitely surprised me. Our families past donations guaranteed singles in the dorm if me or Kelly wanted them.

We pulled into the mall parking lot just as they were opening at 10:00 a.m. Sam and Kelly were bright eyed as they each grabbed one of my hands and dragged me into the first department store of the day. I was used to shopping on my own and always went in with a plan. I knew what I wanted, found it, and left. The two girls also had a plan. They sort of knew what they wanted, found it, put it back, found it again in a slightly different cut or color, and repeat.

I make it sound worse than it actually was. It ended up being a fun day, helped by the two of them acting like outrageous flirts. If it weren’t for my sister being triggered it would have felt like completely safe flirting. Sam had been an “out” lesbian for years who and enjoyed flirting. Boys, girls, men, and women were all valid targets for Sam’s wiles.

My sister was my sister and under any other circumstances would have been similarly innocent and playful. Instead, I could tell that she could literally feel my eyes on her whenever she emerged from a changing room to solicit an opinion on an outfit.

We started with a quick perusal of the “teen” dress section. Most of them looked like things I had seen women wearing out or at parties the year before. The few that didn’t I pointed out and the two girls took note. We then moved to another section with dresses that I thought looked more adult and elegant. I pointed out a few styles that I had seen at more dressy events like the few “formal” dinners I had been to at one Greek house or another.

It wasn’t long before they both had armfuls of dresses and I was sat outside the fitting rooms. I was then treated to a veritable runway show. They would emerge one at a time to prance around and do a little twirl in front of me before retreating back behind the door. I don’t know how they coordinated but they never appeared at the same time even though sometimes it was the same person showing off twice or three times in a row. I also don’t know how they chose what to purchase as they always looked great to me so my opinion wasn’t useful as far as I could tell.

That was the pattern for most of the day. Pretty girls in pretty dresses spinning around for my perusal. Hardly the most stressful existence. The only thing that weighed on me was the glow in my sister’s eyes each time she displayed herself in front of me. It was clear to me that she really enjoyed my appreciation of her figure and form.

We scoured the mall and went into every department store as well as every other store targeting teens and young women. They both bought a ton of stuff and I actually took a break to head back to the car and deposit the bags I was loaded down with twice during the day. While the show was all dresses, they purchased all kinds of clothes that day.

There were two events that were more stimulating than the others and stood out. One was when we entered a store that sold “club” wear. This consisted of incredibly tight and short dresses, mini and micro skirts, and halter tops that left the girls backs totally bare except for strings tied in the middle of those backs. Instead of the lightly flirty looks I had been receiving at the other stores both girls bestowed sultry, half-lidded glances at me while showing off.

As hot as that was Kelly topped it in one of the department stores. She came out in what she called an LBD. This dress was a satiny black and very low cut in front. The back was even lower and when combined with the mid-thigh hem looked almost like a miniskirt. It was fitted tightly across her hips before flaring and I could see where the edges of her panty pressed into her skin.

She noticed the same thing in the mirror and said, “that won’t do.”

Without heading back to the fitting room Kelly reached under the dress with both hands, a couple of shimmies back and forth caused the offending panty to drop to the floor. She gracefully stepped out of it one foot at a time before squatting down to pick it up.

She was blushing bright red as she looked back over at me. I couldn’t help but become hard as a rock as I saw how good she looked and knew there was nothing but Kelly under that dress. She smoothed the dress over her hips where there were no longer blemishes in the smooth lines and basked in my full attention. It was the first time that I unabashedly thought of my sister as hot and sexy without part of my mind screaming about how she was my sister.

The other thing of note that happened I didn’t appreciate the significance of until later. One of the fitting rooms that we used was next to the lingerie section of the department store we were in. There was a collection of baby-doll nighties with matching panties that I had a quick fantasy of seeing Kelly and Sam wearing.

They eventually kicked us out of the mall at closing and we hit up a fast-food drive-through on the way home. Instead of trying to separate each of their purchases when we dropped Sam off all the clothes, two trips each for me and Kelly, ended up in Kelly’s room to be divided later.

She joined me in my room once more after we both had showered. She was in the same general outfit although this tank-top was white and somehow even thinner than the one she wore last time. It was as if it were a camisole instead of a tank-top. I felt like I could almost make out the color of her always engorged nipples whenever I glanced down.