Luke and Amy Ch. 10

She giggled, and then put the black skirt in the keeper pile, and then worked the berry pucker flare skirt up her legs that her brother was fixed on a few minutes ago.

Luke nodded with approval, noticing that half of her ass was flaunted in the garment. He considered asking Amy to try on the top that matched it, but he decided some things are better left for later. He also knew it would fit her.

"Do you think men will be looking at me when I wear stuff like this?" She adjusted the black band so it sat just below her hip bones.

He couldn't help but chuckle and shake his head. "Amy, you're too cute."

"What did I do?" she asked with an innocent tone.

"Men look at you wearing a t-shirt and jeans. Think about the question you just asked with your ass hanging out like it is right now."

Amy giggled, turning pinker by the second. She looked over her shoulder into the mirror and tried tugging down the back of the skirt, but it was a useless effort. It was made to show off her bum.

"I'm just not used to wearing things like this yet. It's all new to me." She started pulling the skirt down.

Luke reached out and stopped her. "Keep it on for a second. If you really want a second opinion, I'll get you one."

"From who?" She gave him a questioning look.

"Gabe. Who else?"

The siblings shared a wicked grin before Luke stepped out of the curtain. Amy waited a few moments for him to return. To occupy herself, she fixed up everything on the hangers, making sure the clips were centered on all of the garments.

She heard the curtain open again, and turned her head over her shoulder. She smiled at her brother, and then the salesman. Gabe's eyes were glued to her lower half.

"She was wondering if men would look at her wearing something like this," Luke said causally. "I told her they would, but she wants a second opinion."

Gabe studied her carefully before speaking. Amy kept her sweet smile with her back to him, watching his eyes rake from her ass and down her elongated legs, and then back up again. The salesman licked his lips.

"Well?" she asked with a shake of her hips.

The salesman's cheeks had flushed. "Yes," Gabe croaked, "yes, they will."

She glanced over at her brother who was grinning proudly ear to ear. She winked at Luke, and then picked up the items that they weren't going to buy. Amy bent over a bit, though it was unnecessary as she picked up the garments. She put the items she was going to buy over the fingers in one hand, and the others in her other hand.

"What do you think of me wearing this, Gabe?" She kept her back arched, feeling cool air against her ass.

"I think," he coughed before continuing. "I shouldn't tell you what I think."

"You can tell her," Luke encouraged him. "She likes to know things like that."

Amy nodded in agreement. She gathered up the items, and then stepped over to Gabe.

"If you didn't have a boyfriend," he lowered his voice, "I'd be fucking your brains out."

Her face lit up and she bounced in place. "That's exactly what I wanted to hear." She handed him the articles of clothing, bringing him out of his trance. "Thank you so much for your help today. We don't want these." Amy handed Luke the ones that they would be purchasing. "Thanks again for your help today. I think we are all set, I just gotta get this off, then we'll be out of your hair."

"No trouble at all." Gabe took one last look over her before she closed the curtain.

Amy quickly put her jeans and sneakers back on. She threw her hoodie on over her shirt, but left it unzipped. After she put the shoes back in the shoebox and the skirt on the hanger, she met up with Luke. She picked up a few accessory items, earrings, bracelets, and necklaces. Also, she grabbed a couple bottles of neon color nail polishes.

The siblings headed over to the register. They all shared light chit chat while he rang them up. Amy thanked him once again for all of his help while waiting for her debit card to process. He handed her a large black bag, and then they wished each other a great day. Amy smiled inwardly, knowing that she was the highlight of his day.

Luke took her hand as they left the store. "I hope you know you're not buying everything today."

"I have plenty of money. It's really not a big deal."

He took the bag from her. "That's not the point. I want to buy stuff for you today, spoil you a little."

She smiled and stopped to kiss his lips softly. "Thank you. If you want to spoil me, I won't stop you."

"Good girl." He let go of her hand to pat her ass, and then took her hand in his again as they continued to the next store.

As they walked towards the escalator, Amy continued to scan the surroundings for anyone that she would know from school or friends of her parents. She interlocked her fingers with his and smiled at him. Luke gently kissed her temple.

"What's our next stop?" he asked.

"Well, we could either go to a lingerie store, or the store that I get a lot of my dresses from, next. They are close to each other."

"Will these be slutty dresses?" she questioned with an arched brow.

Amy giggled, "Slutty dresses are on the third floor."

"Bummer," he said with an exhale.

She shook her head and chuckled. "Slutty dresses will come, but I can't wear them all the time while we are on vacation."

"Who says?"

They reached the escalator and Amy waited for a moment, watching a few of the moving stairs go past before stepping on. She had a small fear of escalators since she got her foot stuck in the edge of one when she was a kid. Since then, she always waited for three to go past before taking a step. Luke stepped on after her and joined her on the step.

"I just don't think it would be proper to wear a skimpy dress to say, an art museum." She reached over and held out her hand, catching some water from the fountain that ran down the length of the escalator. "Also, a girl needs options."

"I guess you do have a point."

Amy wiped her hand on her jacket. "I promise. You will see plenty of me in slutty dresses, not to worry."

"I'm not worried one bit."

"So, lingerie, or proper dresses first?" She asked as they stepped off the escalator.

"Lingerie, then the proper dresses, then the slutty dresses."

"Good call, darling."

They shared a smile, and then Amy led him to her favorite lingerie store, again dodging groups of teenagers as well as mothers with strollers on the way.

When they arrived in the store, Amy stated, "There's going to be a lot of stuff I'm going to want in here. So, you gotta keep me from buying every single thing that I think is pretty."

"What's wrong with you buying everything you like and everything I like? Hmm?" He shot her a wicked grin.

"I guess nothing really. But we should have some sort of limit, don't you think?" She stopped to browse over the corsets near the front of the store.

"I hate to disagree with you. But, I don't think that's necessary." His eyes were caught by a shiny white satin corset with a tasteful floral print.

Amy knew she wanted the green and black corset with a sash that tied around the waist in a bow that was displayed on a mannequin. She quickly scanned to find it on a hanger, and then pulled it off. Luke immediately gave her a nod of approval when she picked it up.

"Well, let's see what we find. Not everything is going to look as good on me as it does on the rack." She pulled out a black corset but didn't like the odd print it had, and then placed it back.

"Once again, I must disagree with you. With a body like yours, you could wear anything in this store."

"You're too sweet," his sister cooed. "But, we also thought all the skirts you picked out would be great on me and we didn't buy every single one."

Luke reached up and pulled down the white he had been eying. "True, some were better than others." He handed the garment to her and she smiled.

The siblings reached for a red wet-look corset with black lace overlay and black ruffled trim. They laughed together for a moment as Amy put the hanger on her fingers.

"It's good we like the same things," she said with a grin.

"Very good." Luke looked over the area once more, and then pointed at a teal satin number. She nodded, before he took it down.

They continued through the store, adding more and more garments to their hands. A salesgirl came by and gave them a mesh bag to hold everything in as the number of items they were holding grew. They tossed in the flimsy satin slips and teddies that they had already grabbed. The bag was overflowing by the time they added chemises and camisoles to it.

When they reached the section with babydolls, Amy couldn't help but laugh. "When am I going to have time to wear all of this stuff?"

Luke grabbed a sheer pink number, and then added it to the bag on his arm. "There will be plenty," he stressed the word, "of time to wear everything that we get today."

Amy giggled and then pulled down a lavender garment that was equally sheer. "If you say so." She leaned into his ear and whispered, "You can take pictures of me wearing everything."

"I can?" he questioned with a bit of shock in his tone.

His sister rubbed his back and slipped her hand in his back pocket, giving his ass a squeeze. "I want you to take as many pictures of me as you want before you leave." Her voice was soft and sensual in his ear. "Pictures of me posing for you, pictures of us, and pictures of you inside me. Anything and everything you want, big brother."

Luke couldn't help but softly groan at her words. His cock twitched beneath his jeans. He didn't know if he'd be able to make it through a photo session with her, but he'd love to try. "Consider it done," he whispered.

She kissed his cheek and looked into his lusty eyes. "Did you bring a camera with you?"

It took a moment for the haze in his mind that was visualizing himself taking pictures while fucking his sister to clear. He didn't respond to her question.

Amy continued, "Cause we aren't going to be able to print them, and you'll have to put them on your computer when you get back. I don't want to give you my camera."

"Huh?"

She playfully slapped his arm. "You weren't listening to anything I just said."

"Sorry, I was distracted."

Amy repeated the question, "Did you bring a camera with you? Or do we need to get one before we leave?"

"Oh, yeah I have one. Though, we should get a memory card for these pictures specifically."

She pursed her lips and nodded. "Good idea."

They grabbed a few bra and panty sets before Amy was satisfied to start trying on everything. She noticed the spinning rack of stockings and made a mental reminder to pick up several pairs before checking out.

Amy found a salesgirl and had a quick to chat with her to make sure that it was okay if her brother stayed outside, but nearby. The young woman looked over at him and, and then she and Amy shared a knowing smile before she unlocked one of the dressing rooms.

Luke took a seat on a cozy chair right outside the room. He knew he wouldn't be able to go in with her, but liked the tease of knowing she would be trying on everything just feet away. He could see her legs under the door and watched as she began stripping out of her clothes.

She tried on the bras first, lace, satin, silk and all different cup styles. With each one she put on, she told her brother which one it was and that she liked the fit. He approved from the other side. This store was her favorite because they were always consistent with sizing. She didn't have any problems with any of the items and put them in a pile.

Amy began trying on the bustiers next. The first was sheer white with ribbon accents. She liked it before she even got it all the way on her body. The lavender one, she wasn't sure about the ruffles along the bottom. The garment was also sheer and held her tits magnificently, and she loved the bow that was placed between her breasts.

"Luke, I don't know about this one," she said as she repeatedly spun around, checking herself out in the mirror. "It's the light purple bustier you liked."

Her brother stood up and went over to the door. "Open up, let me see."

"Okay, just ignore the panties I have on, they don't match and I can't try on the ones it comes with."

She pulled the door open and smiled sweetly upon seeing him. He carefully looked her up and down several times while she spun slowly.

"What don't you like about it?" He couldn't find a single thing wrong.

She turned so his back was to him and pointed at the cut along the bottom. It ended at the top of her butt and the ruffles poked out above her skin. "Do you think this looks weird?"

Luke was mesmerized by the ribbon lace up back that the hem line didn't even concern him. "I think you look amazing, truly. Nothing at all looks weird."

His sister turned to him and smiled brightly. "Are you sure?"

"Absolutely positive." His eyes trailed down to her cleavage, and then back up again.

"If you're sure, then we'll get it."

"One-hundred percent."

Amy kissed his lips, and then pushed him away so she could close the door. "Get out of here," she teased. "There's a lot to go still."

Her brother chuckled and went back to sit in his chair. He waited patiently while she tried on item after sexy item. She didn't let him see everything and took her word for it when she said something looked good. She continued to tell him what it was she had on so he could mentally picture it. With a couple of garments, she opened the door quickly, let him get small peak, and then closed the door just as fast. Luke shook his head and grinned several times.

A few other women passed by him to take dressing rooms of their own while he waited. He liked that Amy was still telling him everything she was putting on, even when other people were around. His member was swelling the longer he waited, the longer she teased him, and the more he wanted to see every outfit that she put on.

He continued to be patient, though the last few times she opened the door for a second opinion or a quick tease, he wanted to push her inside, rip her panties down, and drill her against the wall. Sadly, he knew that would not be a good decision. He would have all night to fuck her when they got home. It was worth the wait.

Amy opened the door when she had finished trying everything on. She looked at her brother and let out a heavy sigh of exhaustion. He laughed and she giggled. They quickly went over everything that they were going to purchase and took out a couple items that weren't complete favorites. They still were going to purchase ninety-five percent of what she went in with originally.

Before going to the registers, Amy stopped at the stockings. She picked out a few pairs, as did Luke. She grabbed more standard ones, while he picked out fishnets and printed ones. He also grabbed a couple of body stockings.

Amy raised a brow at the body stockings. He pushed them in the bag and said, "Trust me. You'll look incredible in these."

She shrugged and grinned, and then they went to the registers.

Amy watched as she scanned every item, second guessing herself about the number of garments that she was purchasing. She had never bought so much lingerie at one time before and the feeling made her a little uneasy. Usually, she got one or two items at a time. Today, several hundred dollars' worth was sitting on the counter and being bagged up. She knew her brother would enjoy everything and she would as well, so she shrugged off the thought.

When the salesgirl gave them the total, Amy started to fish her debit card out of her purse. Luke stopped her and handed the woman his.

"Luke, it's too much, you can't pay for all of this," his sister said weakly, feeling bad about the amount of money he was about to spend.

He nodded at the blonde woman to go ahead with the transaction, and then looked at Amy. "I told you I wanted to spoil you and I am. You deserve pretty things."

"But..." she tried to protest, but the card was already swiped.

"No buts." He kissed her forehead. "You're my girl. And, my girl deserves anything she wants."

Amy's heart melted and her eyes glittered with love. She smiled, and then kissed his lips. "Thank you."

"You're very welcome." He took his card back, placed it in his wallet, and then she handed them the bags.

The siblings left the lingerie store, and then headed down to their next stop, hand in hand. As they strolled, Amy swung the bag on her arm back and forth in the air.

"It seems as if you're going to have a whole new wardrobe for Montreal," Luke commented as they entered into another store.

Amy was already browsing the racks and put a strapless pink dress over her arm. "Is that a problem?" she asked playfully.

He let her walk around the store, gathering items. He stayed a few steps back to watch her bubble butt bounce in her snug jeans.

"I never said it was. What did you say earlier?" her brother teased, "A girl needs options."

She looked over her shoulder at him and grinned. "Yes, lots of options."

Amy made her way around the store, plucking dressed from the racks. She held them up to herself to see what he thought of them. A few he grimaced at, but most he commended with a smile and a thumbs up. He also picked out a black, one shouldered dress with a star print patterned over the dress. His sister smiled wide and grabbed it from his hands as soon as she showed it to him.

Amy skipped back to the dressing rooms. Luke followed behind her and found a seat on a chaise lounge. She dropped off the bag she was carrying on the floor next to him. She grabbed the platform stilettos she had purchased earlier, and then went behind a long velvet curtain to strip out of her clothing.

Luke looked up when she opened the curtain and was taken back by her beauty as she strolled out in a short, white, spaghetti strap dress. He had questioned the long stem rose print when she had showed it to him earlier, but with her in it, it was beyond adorable. She sashayed her way over to him, and he liked it even more as her cleavage jiggled in the sweetheart neckline.

"Wow," he muttered. "Definitely a keeper."

She did a slow spin, letting him see her from all angles. The hem flowed out from above her knees and she held her hands above her head as if she was a ballerina.

"I like this one too, a lot. It's pretty girly," she said as she turned back to him.

"I like girly. Especially girly things on you."

Amy leaned down to give him a quick kiss, and then scurried back to the dressing room. Luke chuckled, watching her disappear.

She tried on the heap of dresses she had picked up. A couple she didn't like when she put them on, but still let him see her in them. Luke wasn't sure what she didn't like about them, but went ahead and agreed with her. Each time she came out, she walked the catwalk for him, swaying her hips and making sure to add an extra bounce to her step.

By the time she tried on the last dress, Amy was getting exhausted with constantly changing clothes. "This is a lot of work," she muttered to herself as she tied the halter behind her neck. "I could never be a model."

Luke grinned ear to ear as she approached him once again. "Beautiful," he said softly as he looked her over.

Amy ran her hands over the off white dress with deep blue blossoms printed on it, almost as if they were painted on. The scalloped trim stopped right above her knees and in some areas showed just a hint of her lower thighs.

"Is it bad that I want to rip this off you right now?" Luke reached out and tugged at the black sash that was tied in to a bow on her waist.

"I wouldn't say that was bad a thing at all." She tapped her chin and cocked her hip, resting her hand on it. "Actually, I'd say that's a very good thing."

She ruffled his hair, and then bounced back to the dressing room. She quickly took off the dress, and then put her jeans, t-shirt and sneakers back on. Amy came back out with her arm full of dresses and her jacket laid on top. He took the jacket from her, and then stuffed it in one of the bags. She put her high heels back in the bag as well.