Once my hot-bodied sister got used to partying and going out a lot after her divorce, and knowing I'd save her ass all the time, she started pushing limits with how she'd dress. More than a few times, she could have been mistaken for a hooker. No doubt.

Anyway, this is where my confession starts. We were out running errands most of one Saturday, and, got back to her house to wash up, change, and go to dinner. Going to a bar or club wasn't in the plans until I saw what she was going to change into: A short, leather skirt and half-top that showed off her fantastic upper body extremely well. It was very sexy on her.

"Hey D" I said to her as she went to apply makeup. "Lay it on thick tonight..Too much makeup, you know? Lots of eye stuff, enough lipstick to fill a drugstore, and just..You know, lay it on" I suggested with a grin.

"Slut it up a bit..Will be fun" I added, smacking her ass.

"Ah, hell, why not? I'll hooker it up for you..You do a lot for me..Satisfy me here, all the favors..Least I can do is whore it up!" she agreed.

Watching D apply and fine tune the excessive, yet, well-done makeup to create a hooker look was arousing in it's own right. I couldn't wait to show her off in public.

We go out, and she's in full streetwalker appearance. The skirt, half shirt, killer heels, teased hair, and makeup all looked like she was fucking for money. I loved the looks, leers, and comments she was getting. Her long, pink nails were the topic of much commentary as well.

I led her through a group of guys standing around the juke, just to see their reaction. Two did get their hands on her, prompting a cute, high-pitched shriek of "Ah!", and the others all propositioned her. One of them ran his fingers through her hair and said he'd like to pull her down. I felt the same way.

Every male in the place was staring at her the whole time we were there. When I walked her to the ladies room, again passing a standing group of guys, I purposely told her to play it up "for me". Shaking her ass, talking to the guys as she passed through, and touching one guys arm made them crazy and me horned up for her. I mean, I truly loved showing her off as MINE. I owned her!

This is something we've done a few times since. I've even bought her very revealing clothing and messaged her how I want to see her before going out. And we never hit the same place twice. Sometimes, all it takes for me to let her know I want her to slut it up is a text message noting nail color I want her to do. "RED". Or "BLACK". By now, she knows. It's so much fun I keep coming up with new ways to show her off.