Dulcie looked at her sister. They were like twins--slutty twins. This would teach their mother a lesson for making them change out of their jeans and T-shirt for the family BBQ. Both of them stood there in black fishnet stockings, very short black skirts, and white blouses that were too small. For Dulcie that was not an issue; her modest breasts fit in fine, and were enhanced by the blouse that she had not worn for 3 years. For Bailey it was more of an issue. Her massive tits were all but bursting out. But she had always been a slut, so it suited her. For years, Dulcie had caught Bailey doing slutty things, including blowing their 82-year-old neighbour. That had been when he caught her sneaking back into the house at 2 a.m. The next day he had gone to tell their parents, and Bailey had stopped him and given him a blowjob to keep him quiet. Dulcie had walked in on them.
There had been several other incidents, too, but earlier this week the roles had been reversed. Bailey had walked in on Dulcie when she was being fucked by a professor to raise her grade and pass a class. For the first time in her life, Dulcie felt like the slut she was dressed as. As the final touch to her outfit, Dulcie grabbed a black thong, and put that on.
"Oh, I am not wearing any," Bailey commented as she did. Dulcie looked at Bailey; her tits were practically popping out of the top, and no knickers, too.
"Don't you think you are taking it a bit far?" Dulcie asked.
"Nope," replied Bailey. "I need to get Uncle Dean's attention; I want that new Macbook Air, and he can just get me one."
Dulcie shook her head, Dean was her mum's oldest brother, and he seemed happily divorced after selling the software company that he had built, for a 9-figure sum. He was rich in a way that normal people, like them, really did not understand and at 58 he was enjoying his retirement. They waited to appear just long enough for there to be too many people for their mum to freak at them.
When they appeared in the garden, the glare from their mother said they would be in trouble later, but she was wearing a top that showed off far too much of her huge boobs, too. Bailey made a beeline for Uncle Dean; he was talking to two of his uncles, Luke and Ray. They were really old--71 and 68, if Bailey recalled correctly.
Bailey hovered about with a wine, close to the three of them listening to a boring conversation about a wildlife park that Dean was setting up, but after a moment he noticed her and said, "Bailey, nice to see you. You look..." There was a pause as he took in her outfit fully, then finished the sentence with, "...older."
Bailey was delighted to see Ray and Luke's eyes almost popping out too. But she said, "Hi," to all of them, and joined in the conversation as best she could. Pushing her chest toward Dean at every opportunity. Then Luke dropped his phone as he removed it from his pocket to show them a photo. Without thinking Bailey moved and bent over to pick it up, and it was only when she stood again that she realised that she had just shown all of them her knickerless arse and pussy.
Going a little red, she passed Luke his phone and said, "There you go; no damage."
"There will be to the inside of my trousers in a moment, though," Ray said.
"And mine," Dean added, before Luke said, "and I will make the hat-trick."
Bailey blushed, but in reality, she needed them to be interested. But before she could say anything else, Dean said, "I think you need to take us inside and deal with the issue you have just created."
"What?" blurted Bailey.
"It's not complicated, you have just deliberately caused an issue for all of us. You look like a slut, so we are taking you inside to treat you like one," Ray said.
Bailey went full-on red; she had not expected that. But in moments, she was as good as escorted out of the garden back into the house, and then up the stairs. She was shocked at the speed and the confidence with which they moved, and in a whirlwind, she was standing back in her bedroom. She looked about for a moment, the room was not as girly and young as it used to be, but it was somewhere she still felt like a little girl: childhood teddy bears sitting on her bed, and keepsakes from her childhood lined the shelves.
She was brought back to the here-and-now when Ray's hands took hold of her blouse and ripped it open, the buttons pinging, one of them disappearing across the room. Her ample tits, given freedom, bounced and settled on her chest, looking fabulous.
"Now that is a lovely chest," Luke said, as he grabbed a tit and squeezed it and stroked it. Ray's hand was on the other one in moments. Bailey was not sure about this, as they mauled her tits. Then she realised that Dean was not there.
"Where is Dean?" she asked.
"He is having words with your mother, and then getting your sister," Ray said, as they continued to grope her breasts. Then a hand was at her skirt, and that was ripped away too. She was left standing in the middle of her room with only black fishnet stockings on. They ogled her body, drinking in her curves, and young skin.
"Slutty from head to toe," Luke said, as his hand started to undo his jeans. Pushing them down, his 71-year-old cock sprung out of his pants. It was hairy and wrinkled, but a good size and shape.
There was suddenly pressure on her back and she was pushed down to the cock, then Luke grabbed her head and pushed her onto it, forcing it between her lips. Ray now had both hands on her tits and was giving them a good feel, as Luke's cock pushed deeper into her mouth. Bailey was used to sucking cock; she had started a couple of years beforehand, always getting things done for her, or bought for her, as a result. There was more hair and wrinkles on Luke's cock than she was used to, and he was forcing it in quite quickly. She licked at it gingerly as it touched her tonsils.
Meanwhile, Dulcie was watching Dean speak to her mother. She noticed how he kept looking at her large tits in her top. Most of them were on display and he could not miss them. She got a little closer to them and picked up a few words: "Bailey," followed by "slutty," then "money," and finally, she caught more of a sentence. "I think all three of them need a lesson." Dulcie caught all of her mother's reply though as she nodded in agreement. "Dulcie is over there, but remember she is only 21, so..." she trailed off.
