I didn't like to see her without full face makeup, eyeshadow, a little rouge for outlining her cheekbones. Lipstick. Once in a while I'd catch her in ...he washroom still getting ready. With a chin resting on her shoulder I'd run my hands down her body. Sometimes I'd just go up and down her flanks, never touching a tit or her puss. The two of us could watch ourselves in the mirror. Other times cupping her boobs, I'd comment on her nipple color, "Wonder how tattoos would work, save you all that. I sought out my sisters, and Jeannie was sitting with Yvonne and a couple of other girls. The two girls looked at me in awe. Yvonne had this expression of disbelief on her face that was mirrored by Jeannie. The two girls left, and Yvonne left a couple minutes later to go to the restroom."Jeannie, what did you find out about Angie? I can't believe what I heard from her just now." Neither can I, little brother. Did you use your power on her?" Yes, but not to that degree. I just wanted her to like. We were always dressed up when at home, and always dressed up under ournormal clothes when we were out. She always dressed me for work, lockingme in the tightest body shapers and corsets, frilliest panties, bras andgarter belts, shiniest pantyhose and stockings, largest suitable for longwear butt plugs. It was a good thing that I could wear jeans andsweatshirts to work, hiding my restrictive and uncomfortable yet sexy andconstantly arousing underthings. Every move, every breath reminded me. It was to get worse though, as he poked the tip of his tongue into my virgin hole. "Please no," I begged, "not there,",but he knew from the wetness in my pussy that my words were betraying my body's response, and he ignored my pleas. He spat onto to the puckered skin at the entrance to my arse and used the tip of his finger to spread the moisture, before slowly inserting his finger. I gasped and stopped breathing at the shock of such a rude intrusion. "Relax," he murmured as we both froze, then.