As much as Mark was enjoying the day out as 3/4ths of a Family, he knew there was way more fun to be had at home. With Tim out of the house with his girlfriend, he could get some more use out of these bodies.
The ride home was mostly unproblematic, although the Gately family was held up a little by a particularly oblivious single dad in the parking lot, who seemed to think he had a chance with Rebecca.
His clone shut him down quickly, so quickly that even Tim winced at how severe his mother had been.
"Uhh, are you ok mom? You were pretty mean to that guy in the parking lot." Tim asked from his shotgun seat.
Mark's clone in Heather piled on. "Yeah mom, I mean he wasn't that bad-looking." The two daughters shared a look in the back.
"Oh, I just get tired of all the different proposals, especially when I know that taking care of you three is a full-time commitment." Rebecca shot back, although inwardly Mark was laughing. As soon as he could get to it, Rebecca was going to probably end up as a whore. With the younger Gatelys' distant father providing alimony and child support, 'Rebecca' could simply follow her "lifelong dream" of fucking people for money. It was funny how many of Mark's victims realized their "true" path in life was a life of sex.
When they did get home, Mark got to work arranging the closet for his host. He relished being able to throw the nerdy, baggy clothes to the back, keeping a few cute hoodies. He also tried on those new contacts 'mom' had bought. He swapped into Heather for a bit, not wanting to go through the hassle of putting them on and adjusting her eyesight to them, no thank you.
He was just putting on that sexy little number, a matching red underwear set when the door knocked. Since he knew it wasn't one of his clones, it had to be Tim.
"Come in." mark called out, not bothering to put on anything more. If Tim wanted to talk to his little sister, he'd have to do it while she was wearing nothing but underwear.
"Hey Claire. I just wanted to- Jesus!" Tim said, walking in before averting his gaze sharply. "Put on some clothes sis!"
"Hey! I'm just trying some of my new clothes on. And besides Tim, you're my brother. It's fine if you see me like this." Mark said, waving his hand nonchalantly. "What do you think?"
Tim hesitated for a bit before looking at the new clothes his sister was wearing. "Uhh. It looks nice on you." He gulped, blushing slightly. There was something familiar in the way both his mother and his sister had said that "what do you think?" as they modeled off underwear in front of him. At least now, it was in the privacy of his own home.
"Thanks!" Mark beamed, giving off a proud Claire Gately smile. "I'm really glad you like it, Tim. I don't think Mom would have been convinced to let me get them without your help."
Tim just shrugged, not used to praise from his little sister. "Anyway, I'm here to give you something." The only male Gately reached out his hand, a white envelope in it.
"What is it?" Mark asked, genuinely curious. None of the clones knew about it, so he opened it without a clue as to what was inside. Cash. "Why...?"
"Heather told me you paid for your own clothes," Tim answered with a little bit of disappointment in his voice. "Even though you could have asked mom or her for the money. Where did you get it?"
"I've been selling some art online, and you know, saving up my allowance," Mark said honestly. Was this guy really doing what he thought he was doing?
"Well, you shouldn't have used it. You told me before you wanted to use it for yourself, on splurging on something special or hanging out with friends."
"The clothes were something special though?" Mark argued. "I really wanted them."
"The clothes were Heather's idea. Just take the cash Claire, I've got enough saved up for my own use anyway and Mom's got a college fund for both Heather and me already. Just... think of it as a gift."
Mark was inwardly laughing at how much of a sap this kid was. Really? Giving your kid sister cash?
Outwardly, he expertly manipulated Claire's face into a loving smile. "Tim... you didn't have to do this for me. Thank you so much!"
He approached and hugged the Gately boy, making sure to squash his breasts right up into him and moving slightly to make sure he felt them. he could feel Tim's hands move to reciprocate the hug, only to fall just above Claire's ass. "You are the best brother ever."
"Yeah yeah, and don't you forget it." the boy's voice was normal, but Mark could hear the faint signs of embarrassment and even arousal in there.
"I mean it, you really are the best." He said as he broke the hug. "Just ask and I'll do anything." He said that last sentence in Claire's lowest register, leading to a more sultry effect without being too obvious.
He arced his back, proudly displaying the hardworking red bra as it desperately fought to keep Claire Gately's breasts contained.
"R-right. Don't worry about it." Tim replied nervously.
"I really mean anything! Don't hesitate, alright Tim?" Mark finished sweetly, breasts still proudly displayed. The dichotomy of the sweet and heavenly persona he portrayed mixed with the sinful sight no doubt confused the hell out of Tim. He could swear he could see the beginnings of a tent forming in his pants.
"S-S-Sure." Tim nervously managed to get out before he left.
As soon as he was sure he was alone again, Mark laughed so hard that he had to lie down on Claire's soft bed.
'Holy shit this guy is a sap.' He communicated to his clones.
'Damn, I guess this bitch really did raise a gentleman' "Rebecca" replied, still putting away the new purchases into the various parts of the house they were supposed to be arranged in.
'I bet he's a grade-A simp too.' Heather mocked.
'Too right. I bet he's the kind of guy who gives his girl whatever she likes and shit. Fuck maybe that would be fun to exploit?' Mark replied again, grabbing Claire's breasts and groping them with care.
'Yeah that Tracy bitch is a total smokeshow, you might have some fun in her boss.' Heather commented.
'Aww. I was hoping you could stay in the house, Claire. I barely saw you today.' Rebecca communicated with a motherly tone before his clone dropped it. 'And besides, I was busy the whole day fucking with Tim. I'm dying to feel some pleasure today.'
'Shut it. You do as I say. Now be a good mommy and finish putting those toiletries in the closet.' Mark commanded, 'If I stay, maybe you'll get to feel something. If I go, you and Heather can have some fun. I'll probably leave a clone in Claire too. Don't get your panties in a twist.'
Of course, it was completely up to Mark what he would do. After all, he was the boss.
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