Kevin's friends all came around next day. It was Saturday, and they spent most of the day at our house. I don't know whether they were hoping for another show, or if it was just a coincidence. Either way a was eager to flaunt myself. But while our mother works Californian hours, and normally doesn't get home until very late during the week, she's a home body and scarcely leaves the house at the weekend. So while the prospect of showing off to the boys was exciting, there was no way I could do it in front of my mother.
But the weekend wasn't a total bust. I was able to set up a perfect excuse for future fun.
We were all in the garden having lunch.
"Mum," I said. "I think I need a new school uniform. I was looking at my blouse last night, and it seemed a little tight. And the skirt doesn't really fit very well."
I knew it wasn't going to fly. Although mum normally starts work long after I leave for school. Occasionally she goes in early. When she does she drives me to school as it's on her way. So she knows my uniform fits OK. But Kevin never gets up until after I've left, and I've always showered and changed by the time he gets home from work. So he and he and his friends would think I was talking about the shirt I had worn in the kitchen the previous night.
"I don't think it's that bad," my mother replied, as I knew she would. "You've only got a few more months left before you finish school. Do you think you can survive until then."
"Well I guess I can."
I could see the boys nudging each other under the table.
After lunch I took the sewing kit up to my bedroom. I took the too small shirt from my wardrobe, along with the old skirt that went with it.
My bum had filled out a little, but otherwise the skirt still fit pretty well. The shirt was too small across the chest. The previous day, I had pinned it back, but without the pins it wasn't too bad.
I spent the rest of the weekend making adjustments. On the shirt I completely removed the top 2 buttons, and put a few stitches in place of the pins.
Before I started, the skirt came down to my knees, but I shortened it by nearly two thirds. I also add slits on the sides and bridged the gap with some of the material I'd chopped from the bottom. The skirt now showed a considerable amount of leg, and flared out wonderfully when I moved. I didn't know if my legs and bum were particularly good, but I decided the more of me on show, the happier the boys would be.
When I was finished, I tried the whole ensemble on. The stranger looking back at me in the mirror left me flabbergasted. She was a teenage wet dream.
My breasts stood out from my chest, high, firm and prominent. The blouse only accentuating their size. My short skirt left two thirds of my thighs exposed. I'd overheard Kevin's friend Frank saying "Your sister's fuckin smoking." And for the first time, looking at my reflection dressed in my modified school uniform, I realised it was true.
When I got home from school on Monday, I showered as normal. But this time I got dressed into my modified school uniform.
I set myself up on the lounge floor with an old school project from my third year. It was a geography project where I'd added statistics like population to a huge map of the world. It was pretty lame for an 18 year old, but it would give me the excuse I felt I needed to be sat on the lounge floor when my brother got home.
They all came in together. It occurred to me they were spending a lot more time at our house than they use to. Paul and Bobby share a flat. So Kevin and his friends spend more time there than at ours. But since my first little show in the kitchen last week, our house has become their main hangout.
We have two couches which form a triangle with the TV. I'd setup in the space between the couches and TV.
