Cuckqueaned By Her Sister, Ch. 02

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Anna arrived at Sentinel Park at ten o'clock exactly the next morning.

Violet was waiting there for her already, of course, seated on one of the cast-iron benches dotted along the paths that wound through the oak trees. It was early summer, and the grass was green and lush.

Vi was sitting still, her feet flat on the grass, her legs not even crossed, but she gave, somehow, the impression of being curled up and huddled. She wore a thick winter coat despite the weather, black, with tan fur fluttering in the wind at the edges, and baggy jeans; and her face was downcast and her arms were limp at her sides.

Anna approached, feet echoing on the pavement, and Violet startled and glanced her way -- then smiled, her whole posture opening up like a blooming flower, once she saw who it was.

She'd probably been here for fifteen minutes already. She'd be anxious, even for this, even just for meeting her sister whom she loved.

But she was so, so conscientious too. So diligent. Always on time, always early. Always doing everything perfectly.

Jesse was going to find that so *incredibly* hot. Nothing better than a dutiful slave.

Anna thought of how she'd met him here. Not twenty feet from this bench. How she'd gone home with him and found herself hopelessly addicted to his cruelty. She could endure it. She could enjoy it.

Could Violet? Or would it only break her?

It didn't really matter, not anymore. Jesse had commanded her, and the keys to her soul were firmly in his hand. If he meant to take a person Anna loved and crush and torture her, then Anna would give him that opportunity. No matter how she felt about it. She was much too far gone for anything else.

In the end, the guilt only made the thrill of submission deeper.

Anna took a deep breath, walked up to Violet, and hugged her.

Vi returned the hug eagerly, and her body, concealed from sight beneath that winter coat, pressed against Anna's. She felt it -- the curve of Violet's breasts, the slender hourglass of her waist, the delicate slimness of her whole form -- and shuddered with jealousy. Yes, Jesse was going to enjoy Vi much more than he ever had Anna.

"Hi!" Violet said softly in her ear, still hugging her.

Anna pulled away from the hug, met her eyes, and smiled. "Hi."

She seated herself on the bench, and Violet returned to where she'd been sitting -- only now turned toward Anna.

"How are you feeling?" Anna asked.

Violet ducked her head. "Better, since I knew I was going to talk to you." She smiled.

And Anna returned it. Oh, Violet was so *sweet*. Oh, it was breaking her heart to have the plots inside her that she did...

"How's school going?" Anna asked. She gave no outward indication of her emotions, of course. After all, when one's adorable sister, whom one loves, is also the greatest source of jealousy and insecurity and shame in one's life, for *years*... One begins to be skilled at hiding one's feelings.

"I'm starting to get used to it!" Violet said. "I'm learning quite a bit already."

(Violet had, of course, signed up for enough advanced classes to fill an ordinary student's week two times over, and despite this she had time enough left over to come and meet her sister in a park with all her homework already squared away, because she was *smart*, and a preposterously diligent student besides.

This had never really helped with the jealousy.)

"Meeting anybody?" Anna asked.

"Lots of people," Violet said, and her arms went around herself again. She bit her lip. "I'm -- not really getting to know any of them yet, though..."

Yes. She'd always had a lot of difficulty about that. Both of them had, but Vi'd been worse off... For most of their childhood Anna had made friends of her own, and then invited Vi in, by hook or by crook. They were a package deal, she'd always joked. Not that it had taken much effort to get her friend groups to accept Violet, because the fact was that for all Violet's anxiety, those friends had usually reacted to her by cooing excitedly to Anna about how adorable her little sister was. Which might have been perfectly nice under other circumstances, but when Anna was so acutely aware of how poorly she compared to her sister... Well. It *stung*.

But of course, that solution was no longer really available. First Anna had gone off to college, and then Violet, to a different one. She'd still had some of the friends Anna had made with her left over, of course, but one by one they were moving away... And Anna was not really in a position to help her replace them.

... Unless, of course, she were to give Violet to her boyfriend.

Anna shuddered. It was such a... dark, demented echo of their old tradition. The perversity of it, the thought of springing it on innocent, trusting Violet...

She was having to struggle not to reach down and rub her aching vulva. That would be something of a tactical error at this juncture.

*We're a package deal...*

Anna leaned forward, bit her lip, and asked, softly:

"Find a boyfriend yet?"

Violet blushed, looked down, and shook her head.

(Anna knew that perfectly well, of course.)

"Don't worry," she said, smiling a little bit slyly. As if teasing. Innocently teasing. "You'll find somebody soon enough. As soon as the guys start to see what you're like, they won't be able to resist you."

Violet was blushing brighter. "Don't make fun of me!" she said.

Anna's smile widened.

Violet really had *no* idea how attractive she was. Guys tried to flirt with her on a semi-regular basis, obviously, no matter how thoroughly she hid her figure, because she was just *cute*, and her shyness only made her cuter -- but Violet would tend to blush and stammer and flee, and usually assumed they were making fun of her. And that... scared them off, sort of. She was cute, yeah, but she was *fragile*, and that was obvious, and most guys didn't really want to push too hard.

Not Jesse, though. He *liked* fragility. Because he liked breaking girls, and making them his...

Anna shuddered again.

But she -- she had a job to do. Seduce her own sister. Get Violet naked and helpless underneath Jesse. So he could use her. Break her...

"You really should try to find a boyfriend soon," Anna said, consideringly. "I know you haven't ever really had one yet, but -- I think you're not realizing how nice it is! I'm sure having a lot of fun with mine."

There. That was elegant enough, wasn't it? She'd brought Jesse into the conversation, pretty naturally.

"I know it's nice!" Violet whispered, blushing, eyes darting around as if she expected someone to overhear. "It's not that I don't want a boyfriend! I always did." She bit her lip, then, and looked down at the grass. "But I'm not -- confident, like you. I... I don't know how to find one. Especially the... The sort of guy I'd like..."

Well. This was as good an opportunity as any. Anna took a deep breath.

"Why don't you come over to Jesse's sometime, then?" she asked. "You can meet him, and see us together, and... See what kind of relationship we have. Maybe find out what kind of guy you're looking for?"

Violet looked down.

"I... I don't want to make you look bad..." she whispered.

Oh. Oh, Violet was just *far* too fucking cute. And she had absolutely no idea and that was kind of infuriating.

Anna pounced on her and hugged her tight. Violet squeaked. "You're not going to embarrass me," Anna murmured. "He'll like you. After all, he likes *me*. And I like you!"

(Oh, he was going to like Violet *so* much. Probably so much he'd forget about Anna entirely.)

"Is, um -- is that how that works?" Violet's voice, muffled by the hug, was doubtful.

Anna patted her on the head and released her, but kept leaning close to her. "You want me to let you in on a secret, Vi?"

"... Okay?"

Anna kissed her on the forehead. "Just about everybody likes you," she whispered. "You're adorable."

Violet flushed scarlet and shook her head. "No!" she said desperately, eyes wide. "Don't -- don't tell me lies."

And Anna had a vivid vision, just then, of that same blush, that same startled disbelieving look, adorning Violet's face as her boyfriend's muscular body pumped into her sister's nude form. Of Violet blushing, just like this, as Jesse plucked her virgin flower for his own pleasure. How she'd react when Jesse ordered her around -- how meekly she'd obey. How she'd react when Jesse slapped her breasts, which would respond so much more pleasingly than Anna's, and called her a slut...

She would hardly understand what was happening. She would think she was dreaming. And if Jesse was cruel to her she'd look him desperately in the face and frantically apologize, swear to do anything he wanted to make up for whatever he disliked...

Anna had been like a fragile machine in Jesse's hands, his to take apart and put back together however he liked. Violet? Violet would be *putty*.

She felt so, *so* guilty. But the thought of Jesse's satisfied grin as he came inside Anna's little sister and made her his obedient slave, the thought of the humiliation Anna would feel as she was made an accessory in her own relationship...

She couldn't stop. She couldn't make herself stop. All it would take was a few words to warn Violet about what was happening, and she couldn't bring herself to say them.

"Don't worry," she said, and kissed Violet gently on the forehead again. And then, with utter sincerity:

"He'll love you."

Violet squirmed ever so slightly in Anna's arms. "I, I don't want to embarrass you," she muttered. "I mean, I don't -- even have anything nice to wear -- "

Anna very nearly laughed in disbelief.

She'd thought this would be *difficult*. She should have known better. A handful of cajoling words, and now Violet was stumbling blindly into obvious traps that Anna hadn't even bothered to lay for her.

*Yes, Violet. Let me pick out some nice sexy clothes to dress you up in when I give you as a present to my boyfriend.*

She patted Violet's shoulders, as if nothing was wrong. "We'll go shopping tomorrow. All right? And get something pretty for you."

Violet perked up.

"Really?"

Anna couldn't help but laugh. "Yes, really."

Impulsively, Violet hugged her. "Thank you!"

Well, she supposed it did make sense that Violet would be eager. They hadn't gotten to shop together in almost a year, and it *was* something they'd shared a lot when they were younger.

Anna stroked her hair, and Violet murmured happily. "Then," Anna said, "we can go and visit Jesse tomorrow evening! How does that sound?"

Violet froze.

"That's... That's pretty soon," she said softly.

*Yes, well. If he's not between your legs by then, he's going to punish me.*

And Anna had learned very early in their relationship not to give Jesse reason to punish her...

Violet pulled back, and Anna watched her: saw the gears turning in her head. She was always very nervous about meeting new people, after all.

(So silly and irrational of her. It wasn't as if any of those new people she might meet were sadistic perverts luring her into a trap in order to steal her innocence and enslave her!)

"... What kind of guy is Jesse?" Violet asked, finally.

A sadistic pervert. But Anna, wisely, did not say that. She'd never been able to tell Violet much of her relationship, because, well, it was *kinky*, and not just in bed. Anna was submissively following Jesse's orders every moment she was in his presence... and, for that matter, even when she wasn't in his presence, like now. It would be awfully difficult to say much of anything truthful about Jesse without mentioning how Anna was a submissive slavegirl who endured whatever her master wanted, and how he was a sadistic controlling man who loved to mock and humiliate her.

And... Anna had always felt as if it would be wrong, or weird, or *something*, to expose Violet to those ideas. Even if she almost certainly was a closeted submissive herself. Of course, it was obviously far *more* wrong than that to hand sweet little Violet to Jesse on a silver platter for him to demolish.

But Anna had her orders. And good girls followed orders.

"Well... You'll like him, I think!" she said. "He's really nice. And -- he cares about me."

It was true! Kind of. He was nice to her if she was a good enough girl for him. And if he didn't think it would be more fun to humiliate her. And he cared about... Well, okay. He cared about how hard she could make him come. That was *sort* of like caring about her.

Violet... was fidgeting.

She gnawed on her lower lip. It was very very unfairly cute.

"Does he... say nice things to you?" Vi whispered. "Like, um... Tell you that you've been good?"

... Oh, Anna thought, with a sinking feeling in her gut and a quiver in her pussy. Oh, Vi was *doomed* the moment Jesse got his hands on her. She was going to melt and squirm and whimper and by the time she walked out of his apartment she'd be nothing but his hot new toy.

[]{#anchor}"Well," Anna said carefully, "what sorts of times would you think he'd say that?"

Violet still wasn't meeting her eyes. The blush on her face was *rather* bright. "I guess, if... If you've been a good girlfriend? I mean, I'm sure you're always a good girlfriend but... Like, if you've done something nice for him. Or if -- if he wanted you to do something. And you did it. Then does he..."

"Yes," Anna said softly. "Yeah, he says things like that. Um, sometimes."

"Oh," Violet whispered.

Those gears were turning again.

She hugged herself, and sighed wistfully.

Anna decided to press her attack. She smiled, in a deliberately disarming way. "What are you thinking about?"

"I guess -- " Vi turned to look at her. "That you're... really lucky, I think. I wish... I wish I had a boyfriend who would tell me things like that. When -- when I deserved it, I mean. I'd... I'd do anything to be a good girlfriend for him, if he was going to do that..."

... Yep. Subbity sub sub sub. It was honestly kind of disconcerting to watch her sister have kink fantasies out loud in a public place without realizing it.

"Well!" Anna said brightly, while thinking darkly of all the traps Violet was cheerfully stepping in without a care. "There are such boys to be had! And tomorrow night you can go and meet mine!"

(She... was not going to completely tip her hand. Not this early. On the one hand, Vi seemed pretty enthusiastic about the idea of having a dominant guy to be with, but... Well. If she came right out and said, hey, Vi, my boyfriend said he wants to fuck you... Anna was not really sure how she'd react. She might just not believe it. Or she might completely freak out.)

Violet's lips (pink, pert, luscious; the lips that Jesse had looked at while Anna was sucking him off, and wished to have instead) were pressed together. She was obviously thinking about the timeframe.

Then, slowly, she nodded. "All right," she said. "Tomorrow night. After we've gone shopping in the morning.

I can do that."

* * *

At nine o'clock the next day, they met outside the front doors of Century Clothing. It was along a strip mall, nestled between an expensive exercise equipment store and a pet shop, and it was easy to find, because above its doors, in an alcove on the facade, there were three big blue lights in a row.

Anna jogged up along the sidewalk, running two or three minutes late this time. Violet was here already, of course, standing by the doors and gazing idly up that those lights, wearing a different pair of baggy jeans and that same black winter coat, and --

Anna thought of the figure hidden under that plain, concealing outfit of hers. How much better it was than Anna's. How today, Anna was going to help her sister pick out clothes to bring it out of its shell, to show it off instead of concealing it, clothes that would never make Anna look a tenth as pretty -- all so Violet could overshadow her in front of her own boyfriend.

She was going to be wet with jealousy the entire time they were here.

She reached Violet and patted her on the shoulder, and Violet jumped, looked at her, and relaxed.

"Let's go in," Anna said, and Violet smiled.

The place was big, and very well-stocked with expensive clothes. They'd been here a lot, both together and apart, to get fine clothes for dinners or holidays or music recitals, or to shop for whatever they liked on special occasions. Their parents had, generally, been able to afford such things. There had been a while when Anna, off at college, had not had much money of her own to spend on luxury clothes, and not much reason to buy them, but then more recently... well. Some of her clothing needs had become rather specific.

Violet was fidgeting. "Okay," she said, eyes roaming the selection as they wound their way through the womens' section. "What, um, what sort of thing do you think he'd approve of? I mean -- you know him and I don't. You'd know what to pick. So I -- don't embarrass you."

This girl. Trap after trap after trap. She was practically *asking* to be enslaved.

Anna took Vi's small, slender hand in hers. "Come with me."

And they walked together, along a circuitous path, past the dresses and slacks and socks and underwear, until finally they passed through a narrow little gap between aisles and emerged into an area tucked away quietly at the back of the store. It was tidy and intimate and low-ceilinged, lit dimly in warm colors, and it was filled with lacy bras and thin sultry panties and beautiful silken dresses and skirts that, often, showed more than they concealed.

Violet's eyes were wide like saucers. She leaned toward Anna, one foot lifting off the ground. "I didn't know this was here."

Anna smiled. "I didn't either, until fairly recently. I don't think Mom would have wanted us to hang out here when we were younger."

Violet was gazing at the various garments in turn, a blush on her cheeks, fidgeting more intensely now, and Anna wondered if maybe she'd given the game up. This was, after all, an... odd selection of clothes to choose from, if your sister was meeting your boyfriend.

But Violet sidled close to Anna and whispered in her ear, though there was no one nearby to overhear:

"Do you wear these kinds of clothes? Ever?"

And Anna smiled, with just a little bit of mischief. "Yep."

She could practically *hear* Violet blushing. "For your boyfriend?"

"Yep."

"... Oh," Violet said softly.

Yes, she'd bought several things here to wear for Jesse. He liked this sort of clothing on her for three reasons. It showed off the attractive parts of her body for him to look at. It drew attention to the inadequate parts of her body, and made her feel exposed and insecure. And the soft silken materials, he always said, made her more fun to cuddle with.

She stole a glance at Violet. The girl was still staring at some of the more elaborate bras, as if disbelieving that Anna could ever wear such a thing.

... Well. Boldness seemed warranted here. She leaned over to Violet and murmured in her ear, "I wear whatever he tells me to wear."

Violet blushed. Even in the low light of this chamber, it was clearly visible. She said nothing for a minute, obviously thinking over that prospect, and then pointed to a dress displayed on a mannequin on the opposite side of the room. It was of silk, pale blue, and it covered each breast with a cup, held up by cords around the neck, that left the tops and the cleavage exposed nearly all the way to the nipple. Its lacy lower edge came hardly any lower than the upper thigh, and it was entirely backless. All in all, it left *very* little to the imagination.

"If he told you to wear *that*," Violet whispered, "you'd wear it?"

"Yeah," Anna said softly. "I'd wear it for him."

Violet was staring at the dress, gnawing on her lip. Yes, it very much looked like... The idea of being told what to wear, no matter how revealing, was having quite an effect.

Time to double down. Time to reel poor little Violet a little further in, and make all the guilt and arousal down in Anna's gut twist around itself even more tightly.

"I do *anything* he tells me," she murmured in Violet's ear. "Anything."

Violet shuddered.

She tore her eyes off the dress and turned slowly to look at Anna. She swallowed. "Does he... Does he tell you to do things often?"

"Yes," Anna said.

"Does he... Enjoy it?" she asked shyly.

Oh, *did* he. "Very much," Anna told her softly.

*And he'll enjoy it even more having* you *to order around,* Anna thought. *Someone so much prettier than me, serving at his pleasure. Making you -- making you help him humiliate me --*

Anna shivered.

Violet's fidgeting was getting to the point that it looked sort of dangerous. After a moment she stopped, nodded to herself, and met Anna's eyes.

"Well. Okay. Let's, um. Let's find something nice. Something that he'd think was nice? But not anything, um, revealing."

Well, there *were* dresses in here that weren't all that explicitly risque, just elegant and pretty -- which was part of why Anna had felt she had enough plausible deniability to risk bringing Violet here -- but to put her in one would be rather missing the point of things. Besides, all the clothes Violet had been eyeing up till now, with a sort of mixture of fascination and embarrassment and longing, were the ones that were obviously designed to decorate a woman's body for the entertainment of men.

"Why?" Anna asked. Casually, innocently.

Violet blushed furiously. "Well he's -- he's not *my* boyfriend! He's yours! It'd be -- awkward, and inappropriate, and *rude*. If I -- wore something like *that*." She gestured to the blue silk dress again.

Well, yes.

It would, obviously, make Anna feel incredibly, *incredibly* jealous and insecure and humiliated if Violet paraded in front of her boyfriend wearing something that flaunted her superior body and made her look so enticing that Jesse ended up ignoring Anna entirely. But that was exactly what was going to happen, because Jesse wanted it, because getting to see Anna's sister in something so erotic would make him feel good, and Jesse *always* got what he wanted. At least as long as his loyal, devoted, obedient slave had anything to say about it.

So, one way or another, Violet *was* going to end up in an outfit that showed off all her more interesting parts for Jesse's viewing pleasure. But that didn't need to happen right this second. It was all a matter of stringing her along.

"Okay," Anna said, smiling. "Let's look at a few of the more conservative things, then."

So they did. They picked out three: two dresses and a skirt/blouse combination. All of them well-made and well-designed, and all of them rather boringly modest.

Then they headed to the changing rooms -- dedicated ones for this area, just off to the side of the room -- and Anna, who had volunteered to carry the light paper bag that was holding the clothes they'd picked out to try, circled back surreptitiously, grabbed a folded copy of the blue silk dress (the one on the mannequin which had so fascinated and scandalized Violet), and placed it in the bag too, underneath the other three.

Anna caught up to Violet, who did not seem to be any the wiser, at the entrance to the changing room, where Vi turned and met Anna's eyes shyly.

Anna smiled. "I'll help you change."

Violet ducked her head. "Thanks."

They had always used to try things on together, just like this. It'd been a nice thing to do together as sisters, and... Proof of how comfortable they felt together. Or at least that was the idea.

Of course, stripping down to underwear or less in her sister's company had always tended to make Anna very acutely aware of her own shortcomings.

They went in, locked the door behind them. There was a mirror making up the whole of one wall of the narrow chamber. Anna set down the bag of dresses on the low bench, and Violet, rather casually, began stripping out of her clothes. Her coat, hung up on the hanger. Her plain green t-shirt, folded on the bench; her jeans, too.

Now Anna's sister wore nothing but her unadorned tan underwear, and Anna could see the shape of her bra-clad breasts from two angles at once, with her eyes and in the mirror -- and just because she'd seen her sister's superior chest a thousand times before, that didn't stop it from hurting all over again.

They weren't *large*, Violet's breasts; if they were, they would hardly suit her slender figure. But they were certainly much larger than Anna's, and they were full and round and *perky* in a way that her flat chest simply wasn't. It occurred to Anna, looking at Violet now, that her tits were *exactly* the right size to fill Anna's boyfriend's hands. Not like *her* chest, which he could hardly do much more than press his hands against (or pinch her nipples to hurt her); with Violet, Jesse could grope her and squeeze her and feel the softness of her breasts in his palms...

And, God, to think of how hard he'd get just *looking* at Violet's perfect body in her underwear like this.

Violet's eyes flitted over to Anna's. Her brow furrowed. "Um. Is there... Something wrong?"

Anna blushed. It was *not* a good idea to get caught ogling your little sister's underwear-clad body. "Just thinking about how you'll look in different outfits, that's all! I think you'll look great."

Vi ducked her head.

She tried on the first of the dresses. It was green, like the shirt she'd been wearing, and it covered all the way up to her neck, which obviously disqualified it as the final choice given Anna's actual motives, but apart from that, the cut was rather plain. She looked good in it, because Violet would look good wearing a plastic bag, but the dress... didn't really do anything to *accentuate* her beauty.

(And God forbid Anna do anything but take the blade she was going to plunge into her own heart and sharpen it until it could cut a hair lengthwise...)

"Hmm," Anna said.

Violet was examining herself critically. "What do you think? It's... all right?"

"Yeah, it's not *bad*, but let's try the other two."

The second dress was much the same. Maybe, Anna thought, maybe that wasn't a coincidence. Maybe any sort of modest dress would fail to look impressive on Violet. Because maybe God had built her innocent, hot little body purely for the purpose of tempting and enticing and pleasuring men, and any clothes that failed to show it off properly for the maximum male pleasure would feel like a crime against Vi's perfect figure.

(Or maybe Anna was just a masochistic slut who wanted to make sure she'd be humiliated as much as possible when her boyfriend laid eyes on Violet. One or the other.)

The third outfit, the skirt and the blouse, was a little less conservative, leaving Violet's shoulders bare and showing a bit more thigh down at the skirt, and, in accordance with Anna's running theory, it looked noticeably better on her.

"Hmm," Violet said, sounding a little frustrated. "It's -- better, but... I don't know." She turned around, looking at her back. "It's, um... It's pretty revealing? And I -- " She looked helplessly at Anna. "Are you... really okay with that?"

No. (But oh, how much worse it was going to be when Anna put her in something that actually suited her.) "Of course I am!" she said cheerfully. "Why wouldn't I be?"

"It's -- rude," she fretted. "And I -- " She glanced at the mirror again. At the way her shoulders were exposed, and for a moment there was something like hope or yearning in her eyes.

Then she took in a breath and released it. "I should just wear the first one," she sighed. "Maybe I'm not cut out for nice clothes. I, I just can't get myself to look pretty enough, no matter what I do..."

Anna had to resist the urge to laugh.

After all, that would be *cruel*, and if there was one thing that wasn't fair, it was being cruel to the person around whom all her feelings of insecurity and sexual worthlessness had swirled in a tornado for whole swathes of her life. Never mind the whole matter of giving Violet to her sadistic boyfriend to be mocked and tormented and broken. *That* wasn't anything to do with wanting revenge for all the times Violet had innocently humiliated her --

Oh, wait. Maybe it was about that. Hmm.

Anyway. Couldn't get herself to look pretty enough? If only Violet knew how other people perceived her...

"Let's not be too hasty," Anna said, because, as always, her inner thoughts were locked tightly away and had no effect on her outward behavior. "Why don't you try on all four before we make any final decisions?"

Violet frowned. "But... We only picked out three?"

Anna reached into the bag, pulled out the blue silk dress, and held it up by the shoulders in front of Violet.

"What!?" Her eyes went wide. "I, I can't wear *that*! Not -- in front of your boyfriend! It's -- I mean -- "

But there was this...*look*, in her eyes, when they traced the boundaries of the dress, the places where her skin would be revealed, and she bit her lip. She *liked* it. It embarrassed her, revealing her body, but she wanted... To look desirable in front of men. To be *hot*.

(To have the power to crush the hearts of lesser girls like Anna, with nothing but her own appearance.)

"I know," Anna said. "But -- why don't you try it on anyway? I mean, just because you try it on now doesn't mean you have to wear it for Jesse. We can just find out how cute you look in it, and then maybe someday you can wear something like this for *your* boyfriend."

Violet looked away, fidgeting. Then she took a deep breath, looked back to Anna, and smiled, nodding excitedly. "Okay!"

Anna approached with the dress, but Violet glanced in the mirror -- at her bra and panties, very plain, which the blue silk dress, in its quest to show off everything all the way down to the areola, would probably leave exposed.

"These'll get in the way," she muttered, and, without a second thought, presented her back to Anna so that she could unfasten her bra.

Anna bit her lip so hard she tasted blood, and unclasped Vi's bra and lifted it away.

The mirror, conveniently, gave her an excellent view of Violet's breasts as they were made bare. She'd seen Vi naked before, of course, but as with everything else, it made her jealous every single time. They were so *perfectly* shaped, not sagging even in the slightest, and...

Just about the only praise Jesse had ever given Anna's chest was about her nipples. They were long and pink and perky and sensitive and he liked sucking on them, and they got very, very hard when she felt humiliated, which in Jesse's presence was most of the time. But Violet's nipples were larger and longer and more luscious, without being anything less than elegant; they were a paler and more delicate shade of pink, the color of coral; and they were already half-erect, just from the store's cool conditioned air. Jesse would *adore* sucking on those.

(Anna felt humiliated right now, and accordingly, her nipples were growing painfully stiff against her own bra. Her A-cup bra. Her eyes flitted down to the tag on Violet's, still in her hands. C-cup.

It was so nice of the clothing world to provide convenient quantifiable metrics for exactly how inferior Anna's body was.)

This time, mercifully, Violet did not seem to be paying attention to the way her sister was staring obsessively at her naked tits and blushing. She just reached for her panties and slid them down her legs.

And Anna gnawed her lip ever more painfully, and now it was her sister's vulva from which she couldn't quite tear her eyes. It...

It was *so* much prettier than Anna's.

She kept it very, very carefully shaved, probably because she was frightened that if there was any hair it'd be disgusting. So the place between her legs was smooth and hairless and inviting, only made moreso by the gap between her pale, slender thighs.

(Anna didn't have one of those. Her thighs were skinny, of course, but they still pressed all the way together.)

There wasn't such a clear notion of what made a pretty pussy as there was with, say, faces, since girls didn't exactly go around showing theirs off in public. But sometimes -- sometimes you could just *tell*. Vi's lower lips were clean and pert and snug, keeping her folds nestled neatly between them, her clitoris just barely peeking out. You could see just by looking at a pussy like that that it was *tight*. That whatever lucky guy got to fuck it was going to have an incredible time.

... Jesse. Jesse was going to have an incredible time, thrusting into Anna's tight little sister right in front of her.

(And *obviously* Violet's pussy was going to feel tighter and better than hers. That just went without saying. Anna shivered.)

Her ass was better too, of course. Fuller and rounder and more heart-shaped, like a ripe peach, but still pert and cute and perfect for her figure.

Violet didn't even spare a glance for Anna watching her. Probably had no idea how much her sister obsessed about her body. She'd never really cared about Anna looking at her naked. She was incredibly shy, of course, and the idea of *strangers* seeing her naked -- or even in clothing that didn't completely conceal her figure -- was obviously very frightening to her, but she trusted Anna implicitly. She trusted her so much it *hurt*.

And Anna was going to use that trust to put Violet in the clutches of a man who would use her and violate her and crush her pride for his own amusement.

(Good girls followed orders. No matter what.)

Violet slipped on the blue silk dress and looked at herself in the mirror, almost disbelieving.

It hugged her body, sensually, like a lover, brushing against her pale skin. The color brought out the blue of her eyes perfectly, and the way the hem just barely revealed the place where her thighs became her buttocks was perhaps the most achingly enticing thing Anna had ever seen. The cups embracing Violet's breasts accentuated their shape beautifully. They came so low that it felt almost certain that if one looked carefully enough, or if the garment slipped just barely, one would surely catch a glimpse of her nipple. And to think of how eager any man who looked at her like this would be for that sight...

She looked, if anything, *more* erotic now than she had while naked. Before, she had just been unclothed, and hardly even self-conscious about it in the presence of Anna. But this dress was -- so *obviously* sexual. The way it captured the attention and drew it toward all of Violet's most pleasurable features... It was turning Anna's sister into a doll. A sex object.

While she wore this garment, the purpose of her body was to make men hard.

Violet's eyes were wide as saucers as she gazed at herself, and a faint pink blush adorned her cheeks. She was biting her lip, and it only completed the picture. There was something about the combination of the shy innocence of her expression with the open eroticism of the revealing dress that was absolutely irresistible.

She shivered, and came up close behind Violet, placing her hands gently on the girl's bare shoulders.

"Think you look pretty?" she whispered.

Violet ducked her head. "I -- um -- sort of? I mean, yes, but... It seems really unwise to go around thinking I'm beautiful!"

Anna kissed her ear. "I think you're *gorgeous*."

Her heart was racing.

"Oh," Violet whispered, still gazing at herself. There were emotions written all over her face. Desire, and temptation. Yearning. And she was telling herself she *couldn't*.

Another kiss to her ear.

"You want to wear this for Jesse," Anna whispered. "Don't you?"

Vi blushed brightly and shook her head. "No!"

Anna couldn't help but smile. "It's not nice to lie to your big sister, Vi."

"Well I -- okay, I, I sort of do." Violet looked down, as if to escape the blinding radiance of her own erotic figure. "But I can't!"

"Why not?"

(Was it because she was too embarrassed? Anna didn't think so. Violet *wanted* to reveal herself, in front of a man who was worthy enough that Anna had chosen him as her boyfriend. She wanted to be desired. That prospect enticed her, more than enough to outweigh her anxieties.)

"It -- it'd be *wrong*," Violet said. "It's -- um -- it's too sexual. And he's your boyfriend, and it'd be... I don't want to violate your, your boundaries."

So she *knew*. On some level. She knew she was better and hotter and more enticing than Anna. She knew that if Anna's boyfriend looked at her wearing this, it'd be hurting Anna, because Anna couldn't compete.

A deep, deep lance of painful shame pierced Anna's heart, and her cunt clenched down around nothing.

Violet was already transgressing her boundaries, of course. Just by existing as a sexually superior being. She'd been doing that for years. And before the night was out she was going to enjoy her boyfriend's cock right in front of Anna, and Anna could do nothing to stop it: could not stop herself.

So she smiled, disguising her pounding heart.

"I don't mind."

Violet looked doubtful. "... Really?"

Anna pressed her lips together and nodded. (Vi was giving her so many chances to not be defeated and humiliated and discarded and cuckqueaned -- )

"Really. I think it's fine. You're pretty, and you should look pretty when you meet my boyfriend."

Violet started to smile, and she looked at herself again, but then her smile faded and she worried at her lower lip. "What if -- what if he doesn't like it, though? I mean if -- Well, *I* think it looks good, but, but if Jesse thinks I'm ugly, then... It'll be so much more embarrassing if I wear something that shows so much, if I'm -- trying to be sexy but I'm not good enough." Now she was almost hyperventilating. "Maybe -- maybe I should just wear something else."

Anna slid her arms around Violet's belly and hugged her.

Vi's breath caught. Anna was embracing her, close enough that Violet could probably feel her racing heart. Her breasts, if she had any, would have been pressing against Violet's smooth, bare back.

"He thinks you're hot," she whispered in Violet's ear.

"Wh-what?" Violet gasped, cheeks so pink they were almost glowing. "You mean he -- you think if he saw me like this, he'd think I was -- "

"No," Anna said. "He thinks you're *hot*, Vi. He saw your picture. When you texted me on Friday, he was there."

Violet's eyes were very, very wide.

"... He said I was pretty?" she murmured, almost disbelieving.

"Mhm."

(Pretty. *So* pretty. Prettier than Anna.)

She slid her hands slowly up Violet's sides, feeling the soft silken material of the dress caressing Vi's skin. "He looked at all the pictures I had on my phone, Vi. Because he couldn't get enough of how pretty you looked."

"Oh," Violet whimpered. She looked -- embarrassed, and shocked, and sort of ashamed, and very, very pleased.

"They turned him on."

"What?" Vi squeaked.

Anna's hands found Violet's breasts, and she cupped them. Her breath caught. She -- she hadn't ever really done this before. Touched her sister's breasts. It wasn't particularly a thing sisters were supposed to do, after all. So Anna had never felt with her own hands how much better Violet's breasts were. Felt what Jesse's larger, stronger, rougher hands were going to feel, when he had his pleasure with another woman...

Anna kissed her sister's ear.

"He wants to fuck you, Vi."

Violet gasped. Her whole body was trembling against Anna's. "I'm -- I'm -- " She struggled for breath. "Oh. I'm so sorry!"

It was a little late to be sorry for sexually outcompeting Anna for their entire lives.

Anna met Violet's eyes in the mirror, and smiled. There was just the tiniest hint of Jesse in that smile: a predatory edge. Because -- because this was how Anna was going to have her revenge --

"He told me to seduce you for him," Anna whispered. "Get you into his bed, so he could enjoy you."

Violet blushed furiously. She shook her head. "And -- and you --?"

Anna squeezed her sister's breasts, hard.

"And I *always* do what he tells me."

Vi was staring straight at Anna's eyes in the mirror, unblinking, shock and confusion and arousal on her face. Her nipples were forming little bumps in the silk of the dress, so hard they could probably cut the mirror's glass.

"Even -- even letting him have sex with -- with -- "

Oh, that was a *rush* of shame. Her own sister was practically mocking her for not even keeping her man to herself. "Yes," Anna whispered. "Because I'm a good girl for him."

"Oh," Vi said softly. She was biting her lip, hard.

"How about it?" Anna whispered, hugging her sister tighter. "Want to sleep with my boyfriend?"

She did. Oh, *how* she did. It was *obvious*. The color of the blush on her face -- she felt desired and validated and so, so aroused, and -- she was scared and squirming, too.

"But I've -- I've never -- how can I do this? I mean I, um, I won't be good enough, I've never -- "

Anna kissed Violet's cheek. "He knows you're a virgin," she whispered.

Violet's eyes shot open wide. "He knows *what*!?"

"I told him, see? Because he asked."

Vi was gazing helplessly at Anna's face. "You -- you told him *that*?" she whispered, her cheeks the color of flame.

"Yes. I'd tell him anything. Because I'm a good girl. Do you know why he asked?"

She looked down, stumbling over her words. "Because he -- he wanted to know, if I didn't have any -- any skill -- "

"It's because he *loves* taking virgins," Anna whispered in her ear.

That shut Violet up. She trembled in Anna's arms, still blushing.

"Laying claim to girls who've never belonged to anyone before, and making them *his*. He took my first time, you know. I've never slept with anyone but Jesse."

Slowly, Violet met Anna's eyes again. She looked sort of -- scandalized, really, to hear such details of Anna's life. But -- hesitant, too. Just barely daring to hope. "He... You're sure. He won't mind?"

Anna smiled at her. Almost a grin. She could -- she could practically *feel* Jesse's pleasure, echoing back from the future --

"He's going to feel *so* good deflowering you, Vi."

Violet pressed her lips together and blushed, thinking, those gears turning. Anna wondered how wet her sister's pussy was right now.

Violet looked at her. "...*You* don't mind?"

Anna thought of how she was going to rub herself stupid watching her little sister please her boyfriend in ways she never could. How many times she was going to come -- if Jesse allowed her to, of course --

She shook her head, and swallowed. When she spoke, her voice came out shyer than she expected. "I -- I want him to take you."

"Oh," Violet whispered. "Will, um... Can you be there? Please? To, um..."

Ah.

So it wasn't *just* Anna who had some feelings toward her sister she wasn't really supposed to have...

(It was a moot point, anyway. Of *course* Anna was going to be watching. Jesse would never allow her to escape the humiliation of seeing her boyfriend fuck another girl right in front of her.)

"Yes," she said softly. "I'll be there with you the whole time."

Violet bit her lip and looked at herself again, her perfect body perfectly eroticized by that dress. Thinking, presumably, of how much Jesse wanted her. How good that made her feel.

She met Anna's eyes, and nodded decisively.

"Okay."