Under the Influence Part 1

19/25

There was nothing more for Brody to do but sit in discomfort and wait for his sister to come back. He rocked from side to side impatiently and felt a bare ass-cheek peel away from the wooden flooring as weight was transferred to its partner on the other side of the thong splitting them. Claire hadn't insisted on the panties, but she had made it clear that the flowing red dress would reveal more than he wanted it to if he wasn't careful and the alternative was to go commando. Brody had reluctantly opted for the knickers and now as he waited for his sister to arrive with her Birthday party guests, he prayed that this would all be worth it.

Of course it will be, he reassured himself as he closed his heavily madeup eyes and imagined the drunken lesbians frolicking and grinding against each other in Claire's pokey flat...maybe even grinding against him. He didn't blame his sister for putting him through this after what happened at last year's Birthday – an intimate affair where Brody had accidentally outed his sister's preference for the fairer sex to their entire family. He could still see his Grandma's widened stare as he giggled to her inquiries into potential boyfriends. That horror show was probably why Claire had decided on something so different this year – an all girls' party where she could be herself, and if Brody wanted a glimpse of her secret lesbian life, he had to look the part.

He opened his eyes to he sister returning. He tried to rise to greet her but the heels were too high and he plopped back down painfully on his butt – actually feeling gratitude for his panties as the red satin of his dress rode high on his waxed legs. “Where is everyone?” he tried to compose himself as Claire pulled out a camera phone and snapped a picture.

“Everyone?” She raised as eyebrow. “But it's just you and me...and the world wide web.” She took a moment to drink in the terror on his face. “I know what you're thinking. It will be embarrassing, but you will be able to explain it away – a joke, a dare perhaps...a backdoor into your sister's x-rated lesbian party... But what if I post it to your social media with a passionate confession of your secret alter-ego. What if I out you...just like you outed me?”

Brody frowned. “But I don't even have social media. You know I hate that stuff.”

“Oh, but you do,” Claire grinned, “you've had it almost a year in fact. You're well connected with all your friends, family and work colleagues. You've even been dropping hints about your secret life for some months now – your long impassioned critiques of Ru Paul contestants, sharing fashion tips with that girl you like from work...I actually think you are going to confirm a lot of people's suspicions.” She paused to enjoy the sheer dread emblazoned on her brother's face. “And yet...here I am thinking there is more fun we could have together instead of sharing it with everyone. It's your choice Brody...should I share you?”