Jasper's Top Teir Reward Story 'My Sister Ivy'

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My Sister, Ivy

As it fell to the floor, it felt like time slowed for me in that instant. I watched on with terror, as my sister's expensive makeup practice doll tumbled towards the floor.

Even with my best efforts to leap across to save it, the inevitable explosion of shattered pieces occurred. The crashing sound echoed through the kitchen and no doubt alerted her.

“Biscuits!” I groan with worry, as I shuffled around the floor picking up the pieces. “She’s going to kill me!”

Trying to push the pieces of the doll's face together, I quickly realize it’s a lost cause.

“Jordan!” Ivy screams from behind. “Did you do this!? ! I can’t believe you sometimes!”

Almost jumping out of my skin, I stand up and find myself face to face with my older, angry-looking sister. Standing slightly taller than me, I can’t bring myself to look into her eyes.

“I-I….,” I stutter trying to think of an excuse. “I didn’t mean to….I’m sorry!”

Looking down at the smashed-up doll’s head, she noticeably shakes with anger.

“You’re such an idiot Jordan!” She shouts in my face. “I’ve got a makeup look to work!”

Quickly glancing at her face, I could see how upset she was. I knew I’d messed up, but I couldn’t tell her how I was admiring her work, she’d think I was strange.

“I’m really sorry Ivy,” I sob softly. “C-can I m-make it up to you somehow…?”

With a swift clip around my head, with the back of her hand, she sighs.

“No you idiot, you can’t!” she growls. “Unless you’ve got a spare makeup doll on you….?”

Dejected, I look down at the floor and a small silence falls over us. I start to wonder why she isn’t shouting at me more. Curious, I look up at her face and I find her staring at me with a devious grin.

“Ivy….?” I ask with concern.

“Right!” she demands with determination in her voice. “You are going to be my model. I want you upstairs, in my room, right now!”

Like a deer in headlights, I freeze on the spot. One part of me is extremely excited, but the other half of me is terrified for what our family might say.

“No way!” I cry out. “I can’t be your model, I’m a boy!”

Grabbing hold of my ear, with a vice-like grip, she pulls me across the kitchen floor towards the door.

“Get upstairs you twerp!” she jibes “I’ve got a look to complete for my socials and you are going to have to do.”

As she marches me upstairs, I turn back to look at her determined expression. I knew from that look, on her face, that getting out of this was going to hard

“Ivy…,” I whine. “I’m a boy! Whatever look you do will look weird on me.”

Replying with just a devious smile, she ushers me into her room and sits me down in front of her mirror. As I sit down, In front of me was her entire makeup collection.

My heart rate and excitement were really beginning to rise up, as I watch her prep her brushes. I would never tell her this, but I loved watching her do her makeup looks.

“Right,” Ivy insists, as she pulls out her camera and points a bright light at my face. “What size shoes are you…?”

I turn to look at her with real confusion on my face. She’s meant to be using me for a makeup look?

“Errr….,” I answer a little lost. “Why does that matter?”

Tapping away on her phone, she looks up at me for a brief moment.

“What size are you…?” she asks again impatiently. “I need to know for the look I’m going for.”

“Size…..,” I pause with embarrassment. “S-size five.”

Looking up from her phone in pure delight, she gives me a wide smile.

“That’s perfect!” she beams. “You will fit into the heels that go with the outfit.”

“Heels….?” I question slowly, trying to hide my true excitement. “I can’t do that.”

Slamming her phone onto the table in front of me, she looks down at me very frustrated.

“Yes you are!” she growls. “I’ve got a whole look planned out and you are going to wear it!”

The fury in her eyes makes me turn away and go silent. I wanted her to think I hated the idea of wearing her clothes and having my makeup done, but I was so delighted. If she knew, she’d probably think I’d smashed her doll on purpose.

Leaning over me, she places a hand on my chin. Moving my face from side to side, she looks closely at my skin.

“This should work really well,” she comments as she turns away and opens her makeup kit. “Your face shape is just like mine.”

“it is?” I ask as I smile at myself in the mirror. “Is that good?”

“Yup,” she instantly replies, while opening a small skin-colored jar. “Very good! Also, your skin is my tone too!”

Sitting a still as I possibly could, Ivy gently brushes my entire face with foundation. From the faces I saw her pull in the mirror, I think she was expecting me to put up more of a fight against this.

The truth is, I was really enjoying the attention on me.

Once she’d finished with the foundation, she cleaned her brush and started looking at her color palates.

“Whats next…?” I ask in a dour tone, trying not to seem that interested.

“Ummm..,” Ivy replies as she looks deep in thought. “Well, I’m going for a more modern Alice in Wonderland makeup look, so I’m trying to decide what colors go well with your eyes.”

“Alice in Wonderland…!?” I question with more energy. “Is that why you have that bright blue dress hanging on your door?”

Ivy looks back at the dress hanging, then turns back to me and gives me a smile.

“Yeah!” she grins. “Can’t believe you noticed that. I’ve got the matching blonde wig as well. You are going to be wearing both to complete the look.”

As those words hit my brain, I couldn’t help but get excited.

“Awesome!” I cheer, as my mouth moves quicker than my brain can think.

Instantly embarrassed, I blush and look away. She has no idea how much I enjoy all of this, and comments like that, are not going to help.

“Sorry…..?” Ivy asks as she puts a hand on her hip and glares at me. “Are you….enjoying this?”

Profusely shaking my head in disagreement, I started hoping the ground would swallow me up.

“No way!” I exclaim. “I’m only doing this because I broke your thing!”

Praying that she believed me, I only give her a quick glance to see if that worked. Her smirking face didn’t feel me with confidence.

Still grinning, Ivy reaches down and starts applying makeup around my eyelashes.

“You know…..,” she says concentration on my face. “Sometimes I find my clothing is missing or moved. You wouldn’t happen to know anything about that….would you?”

A shiver runs down my spine. I did sometimes take to wearing her clothes, but I was always very careful to hide my tracks.

“N-no….,” I answer with a cracking voice.

“Oh…,” she replies as she inspects her work on my eyebrows. “Is that right…?”

As she moves away, I let out a sigh of relief.

“Right,” she says demandingly “I need you to sit as still as possible for this. I’m going to do your eyeshadow and eyeliner.”

Still bright red in the face, I give her a small nod.

As she gently brushes at my eyelids, I could feel my body relaxing again. As I held my eyes closed, I just concentrated on the feeling of having my makeup done. It was like nothing I’d ever experienced before.

“You’re an excellent model,” Ivy comments as she brushes softly against my face. “I think we are going to have to do this more often.”

Not learning my lesson from earlier, my mouth betrays me once more.

“I’d love that!” I squeak out with excitement.

That same shiver down my spine now shakes my entire body. I instantly open my eyes to see her in the reflection of the mirror, smirking like a fool.

“Jordan….,” she says with delight. “Do….you….like dressing in my girl's clothes?”

With that question, I could feel all the blood in my body rushing to my face, and turning it bright red like a tomato. My mouth was dry and I desperately started racking my brain for an excuse.

“It’s ok!” she says with reassurance, placing a hand onto my shoulder. “Be honest with me. I’ve had my suspicions for a while now.”

Now terrified, I look back at her reflection in the mirror with wide eyes.

“You have!?” I blurt out.

Softing her stance and allowing a single shoulder to drop, she gives me a warm smile.

“Yeah…..,” she answers softly. “I found some pictures on your phone when you weren’t looking.”

Swiftly turning in my seat to look her face to face, I felt fearful that she’d seen the pictures on my phone. What ones had she seen!

“W-what did you s-see…?” I croak.

“You wearing…,” she says then pauses “You wearing my red dress.”

“I-I….,” I stutter trying to think of a way out of this.

Ivy then lowers herself to be face to face with me. I expected her to be angry, but she had a warm smile. She looked more pleased than anything else.

“You looked nice in it!” Ivy tells me, as she brings me in close for a hug. “Don’t worry, I haven’t told anyone. It can be our secret for as long as you need it to be.”

Allowing her to embrace me, I felt sort of relieved. Wanting to wear my sister’s clothing wasn’t normal for a boy, I’d always felt like there was something wrong with me. Now my sister is comforting me and telling me it’s ok.

“Thank you, Ivy,” I sob as tears roll down my face. “You’re the best!”

“I know!” she says pulling away and giving me a wink. “Now, don’t cry! You will ruin my hard work!”

“Sure…,” I answer with a long sniff. “Aren’t you going to post these pictures on social media though? Everyone will see me looking like a girl!”

Holding both her hands on my shoulders, she looks deep into my eyes.

“Don’t worry!” she says gently. “I will tell everyone that I forced you to wear the dress and to let me do your makeup! Like I said Jordan, your secret is safe with me for as long as you need it to be!”

“Thanks, big sis,” I say with a smile.

“No worries, li’l sis!” she replies with a playful wink.