Chapter 408: Cousins

I know she was joking.

“Olive is my cousin who came in for my birthday yesterday. I got your birthday email. You are looking good, and it seems that moving out is doing you a world of good,” I told Paulette. “She and I were taking a walk as we caught up. We didn’t know we had walked to town, so I wanted to get her a phone since we were here. She wants the LG one with the case that is also a second screen. Your associate seems to think that we are morons who will pay two-grand for an iFruit two models back, without even a case. The cell phone plan is so ancient, and he would have to find someone who knew Cobol to get someone to recreate it in the modern billing system. Does Long-Distance even exist in the states anymore? A hundred texts and one gig of data, with each additional text message costing a quarter each and a dollar a kilobyte over the one gigabyte, isn’t unheard of, but no one getting any iFruit would be dumb enough to get a plan like that. Just activating it and turning it on would burn through that data plan.”

Paulette looked at the guy and asked, “Seriously? I gave you a shot because you were an expert salesman, but that you tended to get a bit greedy anytime when you had anyone that fell for your line of bullshit. Now you’ve screwed yourself out of a sale. David here is unquestionably the richest man in the state, if not the country, and cost is no object when he wants something. You didn’t know that but still tried to sell garbage to a landfill. Did you even ask them the phone they wanted instead of pushing the dusty old iFruit phones we keep as replacements for people who broke theirs and didn’t buy the warranty plan? Come on, man, you are better than this, and you need to prove it, or you will have to look for another job somewhere else. I don’t want to do that to you, but if all you do is run off customers, you aren’t doing anybody any good.”

“Thanks, Paulette, for not firing me on the spot. I wouldn’t hold a grudge. Business is business, they always say,” he told her before going to help the guy that just walked in with what remained of an iFruit he ran over with his car.

Paulette said in a low voice, “People like this one coming is why I’ve begged the manager and owner to keep him around. That guy is too cheap to add on the warranty protection for people that run over their phones. Now he will pay three times that cost to get the same outdated phone he had before when he could upgrade his for free to last year’s model by extending his contract a year. What that guy doesn’t realize is that to get two hundred dollars off his replacement, he will end up in a three-year contract that is twice as much as he is paying now. So, what can I do for you today?”

Olive explained what she wanted. With some wheeling and dealing, she got Paulette to put her in a two-year pre-paid plan with unlimited texts and data with calling anywhere in the world at no charge. The deal included a no questions asked, no mail-in required warranty that would replace the phone. All she had to do was take a picture of the broken phone, and IT & Pee would mail her out a new one using next day air for arrival by ten am. As long as she backed it up to the cloud, she only needed to power the replacement phone online and log in to the cloud to restore everything. We did get her a case to use when she didn’t want to deal with the dual-screen one. I paid just under four thousand dollars with extra chargers, cables, screen protectors, warranty, and pre-paid plan. The dick salesman did try to tell the man that he could get into a newer version of the iFruit, but the guy didn’t want to hear it. As the salesman mentioned, the man with the broken phone demanded the replacement cost spread out in equal payments over three years but was trying to sell the guy on the free phone deal.

Moron. He deserves what he gets.

I was the first contact Olive put in her phone.

She was having a blast playing with it while we walked toward the store where I took her. Olive’s body was going back into storing up for the next growth spurt sometime in the fall. I knew her parents were struggling to keep her in clothes while still having money to pay the bills and feed their family with multiple kids that hit puberty within six months of each other. She needed everything, and so that is what we were going to get her.

No one would believe me if I said that I also knew her precise measurements for after her next big growth spurt.

The store where we were going didn’t care that I took her into the changing room to make sure the bras and panties I found for her fit perfectly. Sure, I could have done that at home from the girl’s clothing closet, but then Olive and I wouldn’t have time together as just us. She didn’t mind me making her nipples hard to check how much they showed through and if that was what she wanted.

Much to her dislike, she did have four church-going bras.

She didn’t wear a bra or panties out of the first store, only a new pale yellow button-down shirt and a skirt that was only halfway to her knees. Olive liked how that was very naughty for a girl to do in public. More than once, she dropped one of her bags and had to pick it up.

How many of those men and boys are wondering she is wearing a thong?

We got her everything from shorts and tight tops that didn’t hide anything, or that she didn’t have any underwear, to stuff she could wear to church.

Only one store had a woman manager who came over to tell me, “You can’t be in the changing room with her, sir.”

“You know who I am and that where I worked for part of the summer when I was fifteen,” I told her. “Why can’t I be in the changing room. She doesn’t have anything I haven’t seen all my life because she is my cousin.”

“Oh, I couldn’t care less if you were some sleazy creep into little girls. If she doesn’t scream or walk around crying, then I have no problems with that,” the woman told me. “The owner insisted that the only way to make more money was to have more changing rooms, so they divided those barely big enough for a parent and child in half. We have more bare butts showing from the gap at the bottom where we never did before. There isn’t a bench in them anymore to sit on either. Instead of increasing sales, it had cut them drastically because tween and young teen girls don’t want everyone seeing their bare butt as they try to change in that small room.”

“Well, at least that makes sense,” I told her.

With no one in the store beside a cashier, the manager, Olive, and me, Olive stripped right there behind a rack to try things on. Olive was there naked because she had to change to different underwear for the things that she saw that she wanted.

She started a bit of a stir when a man came in with a ten-year-old son, an eleven, and a thirteen-year-old daughter.

When she saw that the man had no idea what to do now, as his girls were saying they were getting the clothes he promised them, Olive went over to where the man and boy were standing. She pushed out her chest and then managed to get her foot up in the air to rest on one of the racks. After pulling her pussy open for them to see it all, she turned around and leaned forward while spreading her butt cheeks. The man had wood, but the boy didn’t. He did look, briefly, but the game he was playing on his handheld Stitch game system was more interesting.

One of the girls was a bit chubby, and when she tried to change into a sundress she found, the girl got frustrated at not being able to change without having to sit on the floor to get one leg under the wall into the next one. Being that she had to take off her panties and bra to wear the sundress she found, as it would require pantyhose or have lines, she was on the floor with her pussy spread to anyone who looked, and her dad was taking a long look.

Her older sister walked over behind a rack with the same sundress as her sister, only in her size. She stripped right there in the store. She tried not to show anything off to the boys that wandered in after seeing the show her sister was giving in the changing room.

I went over to them and said, “She’s only eleven, and if you look any longer, you are going to cum in your pants. Get out of here already.”

You busting a nut in your pants is a bigger deal than ogling at an eleven-year-old?

When she came out to see her sister pull her sundress over her nude body, the younger of the girls got her clothes from the changing room to do the same. She had a hard time finding one that would fit while not making her look fat.

I know Kung-Fu, and they have shapewear for this very reason.

I got the size she needed, got her standing there naked, and soon had the modern girdle pulled up into place. She could breathe with no problems and then hugged me when I pulled the size she now needed over her head. She didn’t need any hose or a bra now, and the shapewear only had a thin, padded strip between her legs that she could pull to the side easily to take a piss. If she had to take a dump, she would have to pull it off.

“Until you get a growth spurt, you are stuck with that baby fat. I did the best I could with what is available to help girls just like you do what they can with their figures,” I told her. “Now, if you don’t have to have that sundress in that style, I have some suggestions.”

I had her naked again and then put three different sundresses on her that clung to her fat boobs and molded her hips to show they weren’t still boy straight. Each had a pattern that drew your eyes up to her tits and face or down to her hips. Two of the three had enough light, solid-colored areas to show that she was not wearing anything under those dresses. She liked the third, but everyone, even her little brother, vetoed that one. Somehow it tapered in between her legs in a way to mold to her plump mound. It clung enough to where you could not only see what little bush she had but count the hairs.

No one noticed that Olive had slipped off with the girl’s brother. I was the only one that saw the boy’s shiny face, and then Olive blushed as she made an O with her lips.

“Can you do something with my daughter? We have been all over today. There is a wedding tomorrow that we can’t miss, and she seriously has nothing to wear, her mom said.

Still only having the man, his son, and two daughters in the store, besides Olive and me, I got the girl over behind a low wall that came up to her shoulders.

Lady, how can you find a girl a dress with her wearing granny underwear?

I found five to fit her body like a glove but not show off anything other than she is a girl almost grown into a woman’s body.

Her mom looked stunned when I stripped the girl, put a dress on her, took her to the mirrors, and then repeated with the other four dresses. She picked a pretty floral print that was light enough to hint that she might be naked underneath, but you couldn’t be exactly sure. I found her a pair of low-cut bikini panties with a thong-string waistband. Being about the color of her hair and the cut made her look naked below the waist. Her top showed off her b-cups, but you couldn’t see them unless she took the dress off. Flowers in the pattern teased the eyes so that you couldn’t tell if the pinks were nipples or the dress.

“How? That isn’t possible. We have looked all day, and a man finds her five right off the bat,” she asked.

I laughed as I pulled the dress over the girl’s head, in clear view of the front window if anyone was passing by, and said, “I took away the granny panties and bra you make her wear. She now has specially made bikini panties that keep everything covered but give the illusion that she isn’t. The dress doesn’t need a bra, so no worries about having that be a problem. I liked the open-back design that shows her back from her shoulders to right at the tip of her butt crack. Given the birth-control underwear, I figured you probably didn’t want her wearing something like that to a wedding.”

“I don’t pick her underwear. That is all her choice, just to be clear,” her mom said with a bit of a bite to her words. “We saw one dress that only had fabric covering her breasts, four inches on each side to her hips, with it stopping at her butt crack and bikini bridge. The slits go up to her hipbones. It doesn’t attempt to hide anything behind a floral pattern.”

Yes, they do have that in her size.

I stripped her again and got the pale pink one on her. The girl’s mom reached under it to pull off the custom bikini panties.

She told her daughter, “These are going to do more to keep you needing to reach under it to get some relief. Going bare is the best option and the most fun.”

She has no choice now but to buy those panties anyway because the girl already soaked them.

“It is too bad that you are gay, whoever you are,” the girl said softly. “The nicest guys that know women’s fashion are always the ones women want and can’t have.”

I laughed before saying, “I’m not gay, and you don’t want to have sex with any guys until after the wedding. You will look unbelievable in this dress. Don’t ruin that by walking around like you just gave up your virginity today.”

Olive had found a stack of dresses, skirts, shorts, and tops that she liked. Most could work without a bra, which made her want them all that much more. I didn’t even look at the receipt. Before we checked out, I texted the house asking for transportation of what we had purchased so far.

Down the street was a pretty open-air café that we went to for lunch. Olive was on top of the world.

“Good afternoon, David,” a young woman said as she came to wait on us. “I know your sister is three, April is three, and you don’t date young girls, so who do you have with you today?”

“This is my cousin Olive. We were catching up while taking a walk and ended up in town. I’m taking her to do more shopping after lunch,” I told the young woman.