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Passenger Seat Sister By Jena Corso Edited By Angela Meyers Chapter Eight "Fess up?" said Craig, bowing his head downand handing over his phone with his left hand. "All I said was thank you, and I said I'd text him if and when I was ready to talk." "Oh gawwwddd, Ariana," said Tara, shaking her head. "So pretty! So innocent! But so fucking dense. Now go dry those two fingers while I go steam your dress." "Ok, and I?m sorry but I thought you ironed it already," said Craig, getting up. "I did, but obviously you?re that kid that has to always learn the hard way," said his sister. "So change in plans, little sister." "But I thought we were going to brunch?" Whined Craig. "Please, you know I?m dying to get dressed and see all these curls." "You will," said his sister. "I?m not your mother? It?s not a punishment. Now stop wasting time and go dry your nails then meet me back here." Up he ran, drying his nails as his sister ran around upstairs, making a ruckus. When he went down again, she followed, quickly painting the second coat on the damaged fingers before both of them raced up the stairs again. When finally he came back down to get them clear coated, she quickly added the sealant and then took him by his dry hand up to her room. He immediately noticed the Curlformer package, a few brushes and her hairspray already laid out on her vanity as the second he sat down, she was ready to roll. It was like the tease of his life as she pulled out the first Curlformers behind his head as he was dying to see the result, yet couldn?t with her blocking his view, instead growing excited by the springing sensation. That would be short lived though, as her little three way vanity mirror gave him a fabulous view once she moved to place the first Curlerformer back in the case and the view opened up. Just that short glimpse was enough to almost make him tear up, seeing the first strand of his hair in a distinct ringlet, no longer encased. He almost could breathe in love with the blonde curl sitting atop all the colorful Curlformers still holding the corkscrew shape. He had always wanted to know what it would be like to have a head full of curls, as soon that would be reality as one by one he watched them emerge. A twist here and a twist there of her fingers was like magic, as she?d move them every which way, spraying a few at a time as she arranged them at the back of his head. Little dips of her comb at the roots, scraping his scalp or tugs stretching out others would be nerve racking as he watched, worried they?d straighten out yet they never did. She paid so much attention of how they sat on the back of his head it astounded him, and then down came each one on the left. It was really more of the same as he loved watching them bounce off his face as she pushed them front and back,, toying with their shape before eventually repeating this on the right. There would really be no brushing as her main tool was her fingers she?d use to carefully separate certain coils and blend them to her liking. He had no idea if this took five minutes or fifty, as he could sit there all day mesmerized by blonde tendrils slapping him in the face until she dug her nails into his head, pushing his face forward. "Face down, Shirley Temple," teased Tara as he was soon looking at his lap. She lifted a few sections, adding some hairspray before eventually tilting his head back and twisting his chin, evaluating it. From her vanity, she lifted a gold barreled spiral iron now and began re-rolling some sections as he sat in all his glory. It was as exciting as it was confusing, as some curls that were separate became joined and others became separated. He of course was not complaining, captivated by the entire experience until she finally put down the iron and added a touch more hairspray. "I love them so much," said Craig, touching one gingerly. "So how long will they last?" "That depends on you, little sister," joked Tara, taking his hand, moving some out of his eyes, "like that if they get in your face, but I?ll fix most of that once we dress you." He almost felt like he had the Midas touch, seeing the glimmer from the high shine finish spray as his finger ever so cautiously swept golden shiny swirls from his own eyes. He was amazed how different he now looked, with almost doll like ringlets and then his sister tapped him to stand up so he could get dressed. She unbuttoned his pajama top before sliding it off his shoulders and tossing it on the bed. He was so absorbed by the whole experience he asked no questions as she turned him away from her to face the wall and then pulled down his pants. "This I?ll handle before you ruin your nails again and make sure i see nothing I don?t want to, so just step in and out please," said his sister, putting her hands on the waist band at each hip and pulling them right down. "Kick them off and step in." As they dropped to the floor he kicked them away and then stepped into the next pair she dropped open near his feet. Up she pulled them, quickly snapping the waistband and then she spun him around, snugging them up. "You bought me princess panties?" laughed Craig, looking down, seeing himself in white panties with five princess cartoon faces across his crotch. "Well, I was thinking you?d wear these trick or treating on Halloween, but I had to improvise a little this morning," reasoned his sister. "How many panties do you think you own?" "I didn?t even know I owned these?" smirked Craig as she was rolling up some white tights in her fingers. "You were there when I bought them, you know and I just haven?t gotten to any laundry yet missy." "I?m not complaining, Tara," said Craig as she stretched the tights over his right foot and then his left." "Gaawwddd I hope not after all I?ve done for you," said his sister, snugging the waist band and twisting them, straightening the fit. "I appreciate everything, Tara," replied Craig as she knelt, lifting his foot. "Ouucchh, those are tight." "Yeah I knew they might be," said Tara, pushing his foot inside the shoe. "Bend your toes and then uncrunch them inside." "These aren?t the flats we bought," moaned Craig as she smooshed in the next one. "My feet are jammed in there." "They?ll stretch as you walk a little, and those don?t match," said Tara, buckling the strap across his ankle. "These were Kristie?s shoes from way back, and they?re maybe a touch small, but it?s the best I could do on short notice, so don?t be difficult." "Kristie?s shoes?" said Craig, a bit miffed and trying to uncurl his toes. "And her dress," said Tara as he heard her unzipping it from behind. "Well really both of ours, since I wore it too as a hand me down. Now step in carefully, it?s delicate but I just tried it on before I steamed it, so it should fit and I think mom would freak if I rip this. It?s been wrapped in plastic in the back of mom?s closet for years. She loves this dress." He looked down as she tapped his ankle, stepping in and just that fast up came this silky soft garment, stopping just past his hips. His sister took his left arm now, ever so carefully guiding it through the lacey type arm hole as she gingerly pulled the dress up further and then inside went his right arm. She tugged down the bouncy type skirt as he instantly knew why she paid no mind to tucking and then he felt it encasing him as she zipped it ever so slowly an inch or two at a time. "Wow, it?s amazing how skinny we both are," said Tara, fastening some little buttons atop the zipper. "I was afraid to reach back and try to zip it when I tried it on, but it fits you even better than it did me." "Really?" said Craig, putting his hands on his hip, feeling the soft material. "But you?ll need to unbutton it, you forgot the bra and it looks flat as a board on me?" "Which is why it fits you better than me," laughed Tara, working under his curls. "Hands off the dress please until I?m finished, and mind your nails." "Maybe the dress fits me better but..." moaned Craig, uncomfortable and trying to move but knowing he couldn?t while she fussed with him. "Not the shoes though." "Do not move until I tell you that you can. My nails are sharp, and the tulle on this dress can rip almost doing nothing," ordered Tara from behind the dress, tugging the skirt and checking the fit. "You?ll be fine, and Kristie had bigger feet back then, so you had to wear what I could find in her closet. Be happy she still had these and even more so I figured you?d appreciate being in something we both were." "Oh gawwdd," said Craig, feeling bad. "You mean like I?m part of the tradition?" "Yeah," laughed Tara. "Imagine that." "I can?t imagine I?ve done any of this," said Craig, looking down at the dress as his curls flopped down into his face while his sister was straightening the thin top across his shoulder. "Don?t worry, we?ve both got a phone full of pictures to prove it," said his sister, taking a few bobbi pins from her vanity and putting them in between her teeth. "Chin up, and stand tall, Ariana." From her vanity now she took a brush in her right hand before digging in her nails at each side of his forehead and gliding them through his scalp. He cringed as she pierced through some heavy hairspray bond before taking a wide bristled brush to the thick section, raking it away from his face. "Ouucchhh," moaned Craig as she ignored his whimper, adding a little more hair from temple to temple, brushing harder away from his face. "OOhhh... Owweeee." "Sorry," giggled Tara, holding it in her hand and then sliding the back of her rat tailed comb from his left temple towards the back. "I know how that sucks, but it?s what happens because of everything we used to hold your curls, sweetie. You?re the one that doesn?t want them flopping right?" "Or pulled out of my head," Craig winced as she was holding his hair tight and reached over, taking a small clear band from her vanity. "I thought you loved them too, so why are you even messing with them." "You know I used to ask mom that sometimes too when I was little," smirked Tara, wrapping it in. "And she said so they are not in your eyes and you can see silly, but really it's because she wanted to distract me." "Distract you why?" said Craig, feeling a tightness. "Damn!! Ouuhhhh Tara!" "Yeah, that?s why," said Tara as he now heard a distinct snap and then he began taking bobbi pins from her teeth. "I mean it?s been like eight or nine years, but I remember like it was yesterday that if you don?t put in these big ones really tight, you look a mess in no time, Ariana." "What are you saying, Tara? Nine years ago means you were like eight years old?" gulped Craig, pushing away from her and hurrying over to her mirror. "You?re taking me out to brunch like an eight year old girl?" "Well I couldn?t exactly take you out like an eight year old boy with those curls, could I," teased Tara, rolling her eyes and walking over and wrapping a sash around his waistline before knotting a big bow in the back. "And now you look like just another adorable Pucciarelli girl." "Oh jeez," gulped Craig, staring at himself. "Oh come on, you know you do and you love it," said his sister, moving some curls on his shoulder. "And guaranteed even back then when mom dressed me so pretty to go out, I bet you secretly hated that you were missing out?" He hated to admit it, but of course his sister was right as he stood there in a fancy dinner dress handed down now two times to him. It was a silver, sleeveless satin knee length dress with a thin illusion neckline in a matching lace. Iridescent beading glued to the almost colored metallic lace above his shoulders soon transitioned to floral embroidered appliques with bead overlays on the flat bodice. What was once most likely a tea length skirt when his sister was eight or nine now on him looked just as pretty in knee length ruffled satin, with him now probably six inches taller than she was when she wore it. Lucky for him, he was still unfortunately skinny enough to carry on the traditions of girls in his family wearing the gorgeous dress as he stood truly as they just had at one time in their lives. It took a minute to accept the introduction of multi layered tulle poking out from under his skirt and a layer of crinoline feeling itchy beneath it, but accept it he must, having been zipped and buttoned into the delicate garment. A hand rolled pumpkin orange flower sat on the left atop the matching orange silk sash that separated the skirt and bodice before it tied in the back on a huge bow. He may have felt delicate in costumes, especially Dorothy, but never like this, as beneath the dress white tights with silver glitter sparkled above the much too tight, strapped on white Mary Janes pinching his toes. He twisted ever so slightly, loving how his curls delicately bounced, admiring how each long thick ringlet dangled in layers from his head. He almost couldn?t bear the thought that they'd only be sitting on his upper back and shoulders for just a day, yet as he shook off his daze, he swallowed hard, knowing they?d be leaving the house soon as he looked over his shoulder, seeing his sister fix her makeup. In eight hours? time, he?d gone from a sexy Harley Quinn with a slew of boy trouble to Tara?s innocent little sister, as he twisted his neck, focused on the big silk bow on his head. She?d created a precise side part on the left and pulled back the front of his curls tightly against his crown, all of which was accomplished by snapping in a huge pumpkin orange offset bow on the right, towards the back of his head. He closed his eyes, feeling a bit nauseous as he wasn?t sure if it was the tension of being dressed like this or the tightness at his temples and toes. She was certainly right that he?d imagined he was one of the girls many times when they all left dressed up for an occasion, but instead he was in a boring suit or a polo and dockers. "Ok sweetie. You?re adorable," said Tara, sliding a lacey silver crochet short bolero jacket over his left arm and then lifting his curls atop it as she slid it over the right. "I hope you?re as hungry as I am?" "Not really! I feel sick to my stomach if you really want to know," replied Craig as she looped a delicate silver bracelet on his left wrist. "Let?s hope you get over that quick, because puke on this dress and I?m pretty sure mom will bury you in it," joked Tara, lopping a little necklace on him. "Ok, let me get my bag and let?s go." "You didn?t even do my makeup yet?" said Craig, a bit miffed. "Sure I did. I used some concealer so no one would see your little love bite," said his sister, putting on her jacket and giving him a look. "Now come on before we?re late for our reservation, and girls your age don?t wear makeup but since you?re asking so nice, I?ll do a little something so you feel better in the car." She handed him the little pumpkin orange clutch purse and he realized she must have known what she was doing all along when she did his nails in a soft neutral silver color, as it picked up the gleam from the beading in his dress. Down the stairs she led him by the hand and then right out the door. Luckily no nosey neighbors were in sight for a change, as instead only kids on bikes that paid them no mind on a lovely fall Sunday morning. Right to the car they went as she clicked it open and then looked over at him before she got in. "Back seat," said Tara, stopping him from getting in the front. "Gaawddd forbid I get pulled over with you looking like that, I?ll have a serious ticket for having a little kid in the front." "Seriously?" moaned Craig. "And don?t wrinkle that dress or sit back on your curls," lectured his sister. "Put your hands under your butt, pushing up the skirt before you sit as gingerly as you can! Then really cautiously pull on the seat belt and keep your head off the seat back. These things you?ll need to learn if you plan on going out dressy, and it only takes minutes of carelessness to ruin hours of work." They?d barely left the house and she had immediately set the tone that he?d be more the little sister than ever before as into the backseat he went, following her instructions. He stared out the window, distracted by the huge bow in the reflection, watching his ringlets bounce during the rough ride as she never seemed to miss a single pothole. He sat stiffly, trying not to move a muscle, feeling tense as she lectured the entire way until she stopped short, almost hitting a car as they arrived at the long valet line. "Oh jeez!" said Tara, turning and looking back. "Sorry about that. You just have me so tense!" "I have you tense?" moaned Craig. "You?re dressed normally. I?m the one dressed like a little girl." "Oh stop complaining, and you are a little girl," said Tara, opening her mascara wand. "Undo your belt and lean forward. I only wish I could be that age again." "Yeah well you said you still fit in the dress," joked Craig as he undid it and leaned forward, letting her coat his lashes. "My ass and waist do," laughed Tara, jumping back and forth. "But with material that doesn?t give, as I obviously couldn?t button the top." "Yeah you told me and are you sure about this?" moaned Craig. "Why do I have to be this stupid little girl?" "Because I said so, and suck in your cheeks," said his sister, putting on a little blush. "You need to learn your place anyway, and you promised me I could make you look as adorable as I wanted to trick or treat with anyway." "Yeah, for Halloween," said Craig as she put some blush on him. "This different." "No, all of it?s dress up for you?" said Tara, brushing it on. "Or am I wrong?" "Well I guess, but I?m not really sure what I?m doing?" said Craig as they moved up in the valet line. "But I?m just learning about more than dressing up and you know that already?" "Exactly, so time for a few lessons you missed out wearing Dockers all those years," said his sister, rubbing a clear lip balm on his lips with her index finger. "Lesson one, before we eat will start with some humility." He wasn?t sure exactly what she meant as she pulled up the car again before the valet opened their doors. She came around now, taking his hand as this time she towered over him in black suede stiletto heeled, calf height boots. She was perfectly made up with her hair flat ironed from a side part and in a pretty fall mustard curve flattering sweater dress. Inside the restaurant they went now, checking in at the desk and then being brought to their table. It was a cornucopia of breakfast and lunch foods in a fall harvest setting, as they sat having some breakfast drinks served. At first he was immediately self-conscious of how he was seated in his dress and leaned over the table, sipping his juice with a straw. He was scared to almost touch anything when they walked to the buffet as he took two small pancakes and some fruit, holding the plate with two hands away from him like he was carrying a bomb. He folded his napkin across his dress before he dared even look towards his plate and then his sister smiled, giving the nod of approval. Very indiscretely now, she handed him another large napkin, showing him where to place it near the bodice and then took his plate, cutting his food for him. She then made some minor corrections on how he held his fork and showed him how to dip a small slice of his pancake in the syrup without wearing it. She was kind and nurturing as he appreciated every tip and every little trick as he felt better with a little food in his stomach. She ate quietly, but after a few bites his mind was racing and he looked up at her. "Uumm, I need to know Tara," Craig said as he couldn?t help but question her entire approach. "Know what, Ariana?" his sister asked. "And girls don?t speak with their mouths full, ok?" Craig nodded, making sure to chew and swallow before speaking. "Well I realize these are important lessons I guess, but why do I have to be dressed like this to learn this?" Craig asked, "I mean you don?t have to be a little girl to learn etiquette?" "No," nodded Tara. "No you don?t. Even boys should have better manners, but it?s a time younger girls should learn it and you kind of missed that stage, didn?t you?" "Yes," nodded Craig. "But couldn?t you have helped me with that regardless of what I was wearing?" "Well that was my original plan, but you?re lying ways made me think differently, Ariana," said Tara, sipping her coffee. "It?s the one thing I asked you not to do." "I know," said Craig, bowing his head. "But the way I felt yesterday? Well, all the stuff with boys is really confusing?" "Another reason why you?re dressed like a little darling this morning?" smiled his sister, tapping her temple. "To girls and adults, you look beyond adorable, but to boys you?re age? I say they?re thinking you?re kind of yuckie at this stage." "You?re right?" laughed Craig. "I remember those days?" "Do you?" said his sister. "Or were you looking at what dress the girl was wearing, wishing it was you?" "I wasn?t?" Craig was getting embarrassed. "It?s ok if you were, and there you go lying again?" said Tara, shaking her head. "You know I can tell right?" "I?m not!" said Craig, folding his arms. "Keep your voice down, Ari," said Tara, looking around. "Did you forget where we are, and you?re acting like a brat!" "You made me one!" said Craig in a huff. "And you started it!" "Ok jeez," said Tara. "Please pipe down, and do it now." "Everything ok, Miss Pucciarelli?" asked a manager, coming over. "Of course, sir," Tara smiled at the man, batting her lashes. "We just almost got a little something on her dress, so she got a bit crazy, but luckily we didn?t so crisis avoided." "Wonderful news, and we wouldn?t want that with such a beautiful outfit, but I see you?re here without your mother this morning?" said the manager, quizzing her. "How is she, and I?m not sure I?ve seen you here with this little cutie before?" "She?s doing well, and my sister usually isn?t available on Sundays, but I?ll be sure to tell her you were asking about her," said Tara, opening her pocketbook. "She?s away with my older sister right now, and we?d appreciate if you didn?t mention that we?d caused any issues." "What issues?" said the manager as Tara stuffed a twenty in his hand and took a lollipop from his pocket, opening the wrapper and handing it to Craig. " Wonderful to see you again, girls." "That twenty you are going to pay me back, and I expected there might be a little of this, but I?m done with the brat shit already," Tara said, annoyed. "Me too, and I will," Whined Craig, looking down. "Can we go and I don?t want to wear this anymore." "Get changed? Why? You?re acting the part, so I?m thinking you still do," said Tara with some attitude, looking down at her phone. "But been there and done that shit with you too many times already this weekend with you Ariana, so all I care about is that maybe we?re done with the lying, and hopefully we?ll get past that soon." "I won?t do it again," Craig said, getting upset. "Aren?t we past it now? I told you I was sorry." "Maybe? I?m not sure yet," said his sister, looking at him annoyed. "You?re crying like a little girl and that might help you look the part, but it?s not going to help! Just be "Fine," said Craig, looking down and playing with the plate. "I did wonder what it was like, and I guess now I know. I wondered what it would be like to be in some of the really fancy dresses? Especially the ones mom put you in for Christmas or Easter. I wondered what it would be like to play dolls or be a cheerleader? I wondered about a lot of things, and at least now after this weekend, I got to experience some things I never thought I would." "Don?t you dare cry?" said Tara, getting up and wiping his face and kissing him. "I?m right here for you and I always will be." "Always?" asked Craig. "Yup, always sis," said Tara, hugging him and then looking into his eyes. "Now breathe in and mind you curls. You almost made me squeeze them, and I know you wouldn?t want that." "No," smirked Craig, composing himself and hugging her again. "Love you." "Love you too," said Tara, before breaking the hug. "Now come on, I want to go do something and then we?ll have our dessert." By the hand she took him across the restaurant and out the French door onto the balcony. Attached to the restaurant just behind it sat a huge pumpkin patch with kids playing everywhere as they weaved through the outdoor tables of patrons? eating outside. His sister grabbed a hand full of linen table napkins from one of the outdoor tables and then down the stairs they went. By the hand she took him over towards a scarecrow and some bales that were surrounded in colorful gourds before the scenery looked familiar to him. "So you are going to sit right on this stump with your legs crossed and I?ll move your skirt," said Tara, putting down some big table napkins on the stump. "Oh gawwdd, I?ve seen this picture in mom?s album," said Craig as she held out his skirt and he sat on the stump on command. "Yes, in this dress, and cross your ankles," said Tara, arranging his skirt as he sat. "Mom loves this spot and she has this shot of both of us." "You mean I?m going to have the same shot? In the same dress?" Craig whined as she moved his hands, folding them on his lap. "Almost like it actually happened?" "It is happening," smiled Tara, moving some pumpkins and arranging the shot before joking. "So could you maybe not cry for five minutes so you don?t look a wreck, in case I ever give this to mom for her album?" "Tara?" said Craig, getting mad. "Smile," laughed Tara, snapping the shot. As much as that comment made him want to smash in her face, it was so heartwarming to feel like he was truly one of his sisters. He?d been in their clothes and dreamed what being one of them would be like, but his sister had now etched him into a scene almost like he?d made a memory. He gave her no trouble, reenacting the poses that they did as he enjoyed his time like a true Pucciarelli girl. When it was over, they picked a few pumpkins together and then walked to the bench to paint them in the family tradition. It would take a big plastic bag and way more napkins before she?d allow him to lift a brush to the paint, but together they created some pumpkin artwork they?d soon donate. Across the pumpkin patch they pulled a wagon with their work, and handing them over to a group of counselors there with special needs kids. They sat interacting and painting some more, doing a good deed for children that meant so much to them. A simple act of kindness showed him humility and that people were people regardless of what age they seemed to be or their gender. After forty minutes, he was never happier that he got to experience things just like his sister?s did as eight year old girls. When Tara held his hand and they walked away, he almost wanted to never take off this special dress again as they walked back inside. At their table a center plate awaited them with cookies and fruit as they sat down, both really fulfilled. He sat gracefully, placing down his napkins and then nibbling on a chocolate chip until he looked up, seeing a guy touch Tara?s shoulders. "Hey," said Tara, looking up as he leaned down, kissing her right on the lips and not stopping for a minute. "MMmmmm." "So hello little lady, and how?s the dessert, baby cakes," said this beefy guy. "Mixed company, and excellent," smiled Tara, pulling his face back down and planting one more kiss. "Sorry, hi?" said the guy, waving to Craig. "So I texted you before, and didn?t expect you?" said Tara, looking at him all glassy eyed. "Yeah I would have loved to join you girls earlier but didn?t get the message while I was pumping some iron at the gym," said the guy, playing with her hair. "Sorry babe. So did you ladies want to join me and some of the guys, because you girls look done already?" "Uumm wasn?t looking to hang out now babe. I was just looking to plan a few things," said Tara, reaching up and rubbing his arm. "I?m kind of busy having a girl?s brunch with my sister, but how about I text you later and we?ll hook up some other time, ok?" "Cool, I see that." He leaned in, kissing her deeper and putting his tongue right in her mouth as she slid her hand across him until it ended. "See you ladies later, and call me when you?re done babysitting, babe." "Will do." Tara flipped her hair off her face. "Wheewww." "Babysitting?" snarled Craig, rolling his eyes. "Shut up," laughed Tara, fixing her hair. "You?re seriously questioning me in that dress, little princess?" "True? Maybe I shouldn?t be?" smirked Craig, acknowledging her. "But you?re teaching me etiquette and then you almost let him hump you right here in a restaurant? I mean where?s the manager now?" "Not around, thankfully?" said Tara, looking behind her and around. "Yeah, because I?m thinking it would take a lot more than a twenty to not have him tell mom you grabbed some boy's dick in his restaurant in broad daylight," joked Craig. "Keep your voice down, and no I didn?t," said Tara, looking around again. "And I can tell when you?re lying too?"replied Craig, eating a cookie. "If we?re sisters then this shit goes both ways right?" "For a girl not into boys, why would you possibly be staring at his dick?" Tara scolded him. "It was impossible not to notice, and you rubbed your hand across it!" said Craig. "And right in front of me?" "Sure I kissed him and it was a little too much, but I think you thought you saw something that you didn?t?" lectured Tara. "Did I not see it last night too?... Because I still can?t seem to un-see it?" said Craig. "I mean damn Tara! I know what I saw, and this looked even bigger than Johnny?s. Obviously obsession runs in our family. Mine with pretty outfits, and yours is with." "Don?t you dare fucking say that word," Tara interrupted, getting up and pointing. "Let?s go out the door." He rolled his eyes, getting up and then there was dead silence as the valet brought over the car. He got in the back without saying much and then she sped like a crazy person down the block. She needed a few minutes to calm down and then she pulled behind a supermarket near the loading dock, getting out and opening the trunk. "Get out," said Tara, tossing a duffel bag on the roof. "Here?" Craig said, cautiously getting out. "Yup, it?s quiet. Turn around?" said Tara, unbuttoning his dress. "Hands up. This can?t touch the floor and as it is, you got a little mud on Kristie?s shoes in the pumpkin patch." "I?ll clean them later," said Craig, raising his hands. "Damn right you will, and my car this week," said his sister, carefully pulling off the dress. "Sure," said Craig as she put it on a hanger and then took a garment bag, walking around to the other side of the car while he stood in his tights and shoes. "Uuumm can I get dressed?" "In a second," said Tara, hanging it behind her seat. "This dress is more valuable than your dignity, and apparently mine as well." "Jeez I guess I really touched a nerve?" said Craig, standing there, getting cold. "Sit," ordered his sister, taking off his shoes. "No, you were just being honest for a change, which I?ll deal with." "Sorry," said Craig, feeling bad as she pulled down his tights. "It?s just hard not to notice things like that." "I guess it is when you?re stuck measuring dicks?" said his sister, pulling down his panties. "I wasn?t, and that was so mean!" gulped Craig, tearing up, standing there naked with his panties around his ankles. "No, it?s a fact just like it was that I grabbed a big dick today and sucked another yesterday! Right?" said his sister, slapping the sheer hose and a panty against him. "Now tuck, put these on and get in the front if you want my help before more people than me see more than any of us should have." "Oh my gawwwdd," grumbled Craig, quickly putting them on and tucking and then pulling up the white, stretchy boy cut panties. "What?s wrong with you sometimes?" "Nothing?s wrong. Seen one dick, you seen them all," said his sister, tossing him a denim mini-skirt. "Get dressed and don?t be embarrassed, you?re only thirteen. They say boy's dicks are just starting to fill out now and don?t really get to where they will be for a few years, so get this tucking shit down like a science bitch, because it?ll only get harder as your hormones begin ragging?" He was beet red as she wiggled him into the mini-skirt in the car and then zipped up the front, fastening the fly. She leaned over, next snapping a gel filled white bra around him and then adjusted the straps. Over his head next came a black tunic with a violet purple trim and then she tossed his black flats to the carpet near his feet. He felt so much better being in an outfit they picked together the day before shopping, and then she leaned over, pulling the bow and bands from his hair. With her fingers, she picked through it, arranging the curls on the right away from the part before covering his eyes, adding a ton of hair spray. From her bag, she added some eyeshadow to his lids and then added a much darker blush. A few pats from her compact were followed by her pencil, adding just a bit of dimension near his eyes and then she finished by coating his lips in a soft cherry lip gloss. "I know that?s a quickie, but you don?t need that much makeup to look beautiful?" said his sister, moving his chin and inspecting him. "Feel better?" "Yeah, and I?m sorry," said Craig, folding down the visor, looking in the makeup mirror. "I don?t want to fight and I guess I went too far?" "A little, but so have I with some things," nodded Tara, leaning in and hugging him. "We good now?" "Yes," nodded Craig. "I hate to admit it, but I did learn a lot today, and no matter what, please just keep teaching me stuff." "Yeah I kind of expected that, and I?d rather keep you little, but I know I can?t," smiled Tara, opening her pocketbook. "I didn?t want to show you this already honestly, but I guess I?m going to teach you just like Kirstie taught me, since I pretty sure just like your dressing obsessions, that this one won?t go away either." "Bananas?" said Craig. "Why do you have bananas in your purse, and I don?t have any banana obsession?" "I shoved them in before we left the restaurant, even though I don?t want to do this, but I?m thinking we better," said Tara, handing him one. "And you said it?s my obsession, and you were right about a few things." "Finally?" said Craig. "Right about a few things and about what?... wait a second?" "Yeah about sisters should not like ever ever bullshit each other, because of course we?ll know," said Tara, breathing out. "And yeah it?s gross, but I love cock. I wouldn?t say I?m as obsessed with it like you are with women?s clothing, but I don?t want you to feel stupid or scared if and when the time comes, so I may as well teach you how to suck "EEeewwww," said Craig, mortified. "You?re fucking with me, right? This is another test?" "No, when you?re hot like we are in the eyes of boys, it?s just inevitable." Tara peeled her banana. "Maybe for you?" said Craig, revolted and pushing it back her way. "I haven?t even kissed a boy yet." "Well it?s coming, and so will he, most likely in his hand or his pants after being out with you," said Tara. "So after that happens too many times, he?ll be tempted, and trust me little sister, you?ll be tempted eventually, so you may as well learn from me while you can." "Oh gawdd, no Tara," said Craig, sliding away from her. "Relax, we?re in a back parking lot with no one around and now you?re shy?" said Tara, yanking him by the wrist. "I mean seriously last night you had like a millions questions about what it was like, and now what, you?re denying that?" "No," said Craig as she slapped it back in his hand. "But I didn?t expect you to show me?" "And I didn?t expect you to come home with a hickey, or aggressively pursue a kiss or even do any of this shit," said Tara, peeling it for him. "Now put it up to your lips, and follow along." Up to her lips she put hers before parting her teeth, sliding it ever so slightly an inch or two inside her mouth. She paused now, looking over at him looking stunned and lifted his wrist, pushing it right against his nose. She nodded ever so slightly, pushing it deeper until six inches of the banana was inside her mouth and then slowly brought it in and out a few times before pulling it out. "Now your turn. Just open like you?re at the dentist, and I?ll start it for you," said Tara, pushing away his and moving her banana towards his lips. "Open, and just relax. It doesn?t hurt." In it went as his immediate reflex was to gag and then she took it all the way out. She gave him a second to gather himself and then brought it right back to his lips, taking it just a little deeper this time. As she brought it back out, quickly she made sure it went back in and then she took it all the way out. "Now watch and then you do it with yours," said Tara, leaning back her head a little. In and out it went a few times before ever so deeply now it had gone into her throat. It was all the way down to the part she held in her fingers with the peel and each time now she was challenged just to have anything left to hold on to. "Ok, let?s see how deep you can go, Ariana," said Tara. "That freaking Lucas was an asshole, but he looked pretty well hung for a thirteen year old." "He was fourteen already," panicked Craig. "Maybe that?s why he?s different than me." "Honey, you?re a girl and that kid looks like he shaves already," said Tara. "Now I know you don?t want to have to do that, but you did seem to enjoy what spring up against you? Didn?t you?" "I really don?t know," moaned Craig, starting to shake. "Yes, you damn well fucking do," said Tara nastily. "So don?t be that brat you were before, and take down your banana, bitch." "Oh gawddd," moaned Craig as he closed his eyes, opening his lips and inside his mouth it went. At first it barely went in, and then his sister took hold of his wrist, pushing it deeper and pulling it out. He popped open his eyes, scared of how far it went in as she slid it back out, and then as she pushed it back in faster, next time his gag relax took over as he gasped, pushing away her hand as he felt it now touch near the back of his mouth. "Ok, not too bad for a rookie," said Tara. "But you can still do so much better, so let?s try again and then I?ll teach how to open your throat more and eventually swallow." "Fucking disgusting," screamed Craig, rolling down the window and throwing it out. "Please no more. I want to be a good girl. I?m thirteen, and I want no part of shit like this." "Oh?" said Tara with a gleam in her eye. "You sure, sis?" "Please, Tara," replied Craig, tormented and rolling up the window. "I just want to wear pretty clothes and costumes. Nothing more, and please drive. Take me anywhere." "Glad to hear it," giggled Tara, backing up the car and pushing her pocketbook towards him. "Fix your lip gloss. Costumes it is!" "Wait?" thought Craig as he dug out the lip gloss from her makeup case. "Was that like a test?"