"Wait up!" Zoe shouted to Jon as he walked through the front door. He paused on the front step and saw his sister tottering after him in her super sexy stilettos. He was glad that he had just jacked off, otherwise he would probably have begun to get hard just at the sight of her.
"I'm kinda freaked out right now, Jon," she said quietly, "Can I hang out with you a bit? I don't really want to be alone."
Jon squeezed his scantily clad sister in a one armed hug. "Sure, sis. How about we head to the mall and see if we can't find you something less... revealing to wear?"
A look of relief crossed her face. "Jon, you're the best. I'm sorry I can be such a bitch to you sometimes."
This shocked Jon. He never anticipated his gothic sister to be so soft. He guessed that crisis really did bring the best out of people.
He opened the passenger door to his old clunker of a car and let his sister sit down. He enjoyed the look of her legs in their stockings, but not long enough for her to notice his leering. Closing it, he hopped over to his side, and in a flash they were on their way.
Traffic was slow. Cars were parked all over the place, some in the middle of the road. Women were standing around looking dazed, each wearing a very sexy outfit. Some weren't as sexy as others (the 85 year old granny looked a little weird in the miniskirt) but he was sure that each woman looked as sexy as they possibly could.
After weaving through stopped cars for twenty-five minutes, he pulled into the mall. He parked, they got out, and they walked into the establishment, Zoe holding onto Jon's arm for steadying (she wasn't quite sure of her footing yet).
They entered through a department store door, and luckily it was in the women's clothing section. Zoe normally was a very picky dresser, but at that moment could have worn a potato sack had one been available. She grabbed a flower print dress off the nearest rack and darted into a dressing room. Jon patiently waited for his sister to come out as he watched women begin to pour into the store, each looking for clothes less revealing than the sexed up outfits they wore.
After a few moments Zoe walked out, still in her stilettos, but now much more covered, in a flower print dress that looked like it was made for someone their mother's age. "This'll do for now," she smiled a Jon, "No jokes, though. I don't care what it looks like, it's an improvement."
Jon offered her his arm again, she took it gladly, and together they walked to the register. The sales clerk, a lady in her forties wearing a pink pvc bustier and skirt combo, blushed as she saw Jon looking her up and down. Damn, he thought, EVERYBODY looks hot! He felt his penis stir and hoped that his stamina wasn't so good that he'd be ready to go again. The last thing he needed right then was to get a boner with his sister on his arm.
Jon whipped out his wallet before Zoe could say anything. "Don't worry about it, it's a gift." The clerk rang it up, the register showed $69.99. He handed over three twenties, and as soon as the clerk handed him back his change and receipt the dress Zoe was wearing changed. Instead of the dowdy dress hanging on the young frame, there was a tight, short flower-print dress with a neckline the plunged all the way below her belly-button. The hemline was just below her panties, and she was obviously not wearing a bra, although her breasts were doing fabulously as they were thrust out by the material.
He stared at her. She stared at herself. The clerk stared at them both.
"Holy crap!" Zoe exclaimed, "Jon! Get me the fuck out of here!"
And Jon did. With his sister on his arm, he led her to...
