Going Nova ch. 12: Back to School
Introduction:
All participants in this story are no younger than 18 years of age.
Suddenly the overhead light flicked on. Her dad was at it again. âTime to get up, kiddo,â he said with his usual morning cheeriness.
Brie moaned and ducked her head under the cover to escape the cruel glare of the overhead light. As she breathed in, she was hit with the smell of sex permeating her sheets, and her night came flooding back to her.
Had it really happened? she wondered. Did I really have sex with my dad last night?
Her unclean bed answered her unequivocally.
Slowly it came back to her. All of the things she had done the previous day: with her father, with Elsie, in public on the catwalk, and in the green room with two boys she had just met. She was mortified. She didnât know what had come over her. She could never justify it to anybody if she tried, yet it had happened all the same.
She didnât have long to ruminate, however, as she felt her covers being tugged off of her.
âDa-aad,â Brie whined, quickly grabbing a fist-full of sheet in defense. âI literally want to die!â
âWhatâs wrong, sweetie?â Warrick asked warmly.
âI canât go to school today,â she croaked out. âI can never, ever go back to school.â
Warrick dropped his end of their tug-of-war. Brie pulled her side of the sheet back, heaping it over her head. He came over to her and sat on the edge of the bed. His mind flashed back to what had happened the last time he was sat there, but he quickly put it out of his thoughts. He rubbed his daughterâs back through her sheet. She kicked and moaned, though this time it was in frustration, not pleasure. âI know youâre embarrassed after what happened on Friday, but you canât not go to school.â
âWhy not?â Brie pleaded.
âWell, for one thing, itâs actually against the law,â Warrick said, âandââ
Brie just harrumphed and turned away from him. She knew nothing she said would convince him he was wrong. His stubbornness about practical things like school always won him the battle over her emotional outbursts. âYou always think youâre right, just because youâre my dad.â
âI know itâs going to be hard, baby girl,â Warrick said sympathetically, âbut tell you what: go to school and at least try. Just try it and see how it goes. Maybe nobody will say anything. If you decide you canât make it through, call me at lunch and you can come home. Iâll come pick you up.â
Brie sighed. âFine.â She was still dreading the thought of showing her face in Mr. Ivarsonâs class again, but she was surprised she even got that much leeway from her dad.
âSo,â Warrick probed, âhow are you feeling today?â
Brie scowled. âBad.â
âI gathered that much, but what about the cumââ Warrick stopped short, suddenly feeling awkward using that word with his daughter again. âWell, the medicine, I mean. Do you need any more?â
Under the covers, Brie blushed. It was actually the first time her required regimen had crossed her mind that morning. After spending all of Sunday obsessing about masturbation, cum, and sex, she had been briefly free of worrying about it at all.
âWell?â Warrick prodded.
âDaddy, leave me alone!â Brie snapped.
Warrick put his hands up. âSorry, sweetheart, I just wanted to check up on you.â Warrick got off the bed and headed for the door. He had hoped that having sex with her the night before would have cured her, but he began to worry that he had hurt his daughter instead. He worried that his wifeâs advice, based on her own anecdotal experience, was not well-informed. He cleared his throat and attempted to resume command of the situation. âHoney, get up and get ready for school, now.â
Brie sat up and gave her dad a bershon death glare that only a daughter can give to her father.
But it caused Warrick to break out into a smirk. Atop her head, Brieâs mane was an absolute mess, frizzy, tangled, and twisted into dreads. Her comical appearance undermined the daggers her eyes were throwing his way.
âWhatâs so funny?!â the bedraggled girl hollered.
âAnd wash your hair,â Warrick chuckled.
Brie flung her pillow at him as hard as she could and dove back under the covers. She knew she had to get up sooner or later. If nothing else, she couldnât stand the stale smell of her bedsheets for much longer, but she waited until she knew her dad was gone before she dared give him the gratification of doing as he commanded.
Soon, Warrick did leave, and Brie got up and wandered to her mirror. Her dad was right about her hair. She wondered if she could ever recover from her bedhead nightmare.
âI kind of look like Mia,â she said, managing the slightest of chuckles to herself. She thought of the wild, kinky mop that burst from her new upperclassman friendâs head. She hoped that she would be able to find her at school sometime during the day. Their burgeoning friendship was one of the few bright points she looking forward to that day.
Downstairs, Hazel heard the shower start as she prepped breakfast in the kitchen. Warrick wandered in and she asked cheerily, âHowâs she doing this morning?â
âHard to say. She still hates mornings.â Warrick paused, âAnd maybe me, too.â
Hazel tisked and went over to him, âIâm sure thatâs not true. She loves you very much. I saw just how much last night.â She kissed her husband on the cheek.
Warrick shied away. âSpeaking of⊠How much did you see, exactly?â
âI can have one or two secrets.â Hazel turned away from him coyly before turning back and saying, âBut the part that I saw made for a good show.â
The part of Warrick that wasnât worried about his daughterâs mental health swelled with pride. His pants, too, swelled a bit, thinking back on what he got to do, and the extent to which he got to do it. He still could barely believe that he got to fuck his own daughter, push her mouth and her pussy to her limits, and, on top of all that, even cum inside of her.
He walked up to his wife and slipped his hands around her waist, kissing her on the neck, and pressing his hardness into her ass. âThank you for being my wife,â he said quietly, âand for being a great mom.â
Hazel turned into him. âI take it that means you had fun last night.â Warrick just chuckled and kissed his way down her neck toward her chest. Hazel took in a sharp breath, but then pushed him away with a giggle. âOkay, John Phillips, Iâve still got breakfast to make.â
Warrick sat down at the table and looked at his phone while he waited for his wife and daughter to join him. Before long, the shower turned off and Brie trundled down the stairs. She wore a long, pink and orange-banded summer dress and some flat sandals. Somehow she had managed to tame her chaotic explosion of hair in the bathroom.
âMorning, sweetie,â Hazel chirped.
Warrick looked up from his phone. âGlad you could join us,â he repeated, as he always did. âHow was your shower?â
Brie plopped herself down at the table. âWe need more hot water.â
âBack to our normal chipper self, eh?â Warrick quipped wryly.
âSpeaking of which,â Hazel chimed in, âHow are you feeling today?â
âFine,â Brie said, tiredly chewing on bacon.
âGood. Did you have your cummies this morning?â Hazel prodded.
Brie twisted her face, not in the mood to think about cum and sex things just then, âMom, Iâm trying to eat breakfast.â
âI know, honey, but we need to know so that we can help you get better.â
âI just forgot,â Brie grumbled, then added, âBut I donât really feel like it right now.â
Hazelâs eyes flicked to Warrick, who breathed a quiet sigh of relief. âItâs okay, Brie, you only need to do it when you feel like it, okay, honey?â
Brie glanced at her mom, surprised that she was free of her morning obligation. Hazel smiled warmly and nodded at her. âOkay,â the young girl answered with trepidation.
âBut,â Warrick chimed in, âyouâre still not allowed to wear panties.â
Brie rolled her eyes, uncomfortable with him talking about her underwear. âI know, Dad.â
Warrick was surprised at how disappointed he was that his little girl had resumed calling him âDadâ, instead of the âdaddiesâ she was crying out in the night.
âLetâs see, baby,â Hazel insisted.
Brie stared at her mother, wondering if she was serious, then huffed and stood up. She hiked her summer dress up, revealing more and more of her scrawny, coltish legs, until her little bottom and pussy were exposed. Warrick held his breath, wondering if heâd ever get tired of the sight of her puffy labia.
âSee?â she grumbled, and then dropped the hem again. She still felt wrong revealing her privates to her parentsâshe knew that other girls in her class didnât do that kind of thingâbut she admitted to herself that, after her crazy weekend, it wasnât really a big deal for her anymore.
She finished her breakfast and then Warrick drove her to school. In practice, it was just like any other school day, but he could sense his daughterâs sullen attitude. He reached over and gave her knee a squeeze. âBuck up, baby girl, nobodyâs even going to remember what happened.â
âYes they will,â Brie moped. âIt only happened on Friday.â
âJesus,â Warrick said quietly to himself as he realized that everything that had happened had only occurred within the previous three days.
âAnd what if someone from school saw me at the fashion show yesterday?â Her voice cracked, small. âEverybody was there.â
Her dad searched for something positive to say. âWell, Elsie will be there waiting for you. Sheâll always be your friend and never leave your side.â
âDaddy, Iâm never going to live this down!â Tears streamed down the girlâs cheeks.
âOkay, okay, honey. Be strong. Remember, like we talked about, if you really canât make it through the day, give me a call at lunch time and Iâll come pick you up. Weâll say that youâre sick. But give it an honest try, okay?â
Brie sobbed a bit more. Sick was right. She had sex with her father. And her mother before that. It wasnât normal. The one saving grace, she figured, was that there was no way anybody saw those particular acts. Finally sniffled and cleared her throat. âOkay, Daddy, Iâll try.â
Warrick tousled his daughterâs hair, gently massaging her head, which did cause her to relax a bit. He was mixed with emotion. He was happy that his daughter appeared to be cured of her nymphomania. He was also distraught that she was in for a tough day at school, and there wasnât anything he could do to protect her from it. And, he begrudgingly admitted to himself, he was a little bit disappointed that his daughter wasnât trying to take her clothes off in the car again.
It was becoming clear that his âmedicineâ had indeed worked. She hadnât masturbated at all that morning, and signs were showing that she was back in a normal mindset for a girl her age; she was more concerned with her reputation among her fellow co-eds than with finding the source of her next orgasm.
They arrived at Brieâs school and Warrick dropped his daughter off. Before she left the car, Warrick asked, âGot a kiss for your dad?â
âDa-aad,â Brie complained, blushing.
âOkay, okay,â her father conceded, âI guess youâre not my little girl anymore.â
She rolled her eyes, feeling a little bit guilty, so she said, âItâs okay, Daddy, Iâm still your little girl. Just donât say it so loud when Iâm at school.â She leaned in and gave him a quick peck on the cheek.
âItâs a deal,â Warrick agreed, but then added, âas long as you tell your friends that Iâm cool.â
âI will,â Brie giggled with one final sniffle, âbut theyâll never buy it.â
Warrick was relieved to see her brighten up. âWell, a guy can try.â
At that, she closed the car door and Warrick drove off, leaving her to take on the day on her own. As she approached the school, she passed several of her acquaintances. One-by-one, they all turned their heads to follow her path. Most of them avoided direct eye contact, but a couple of them couldnât help but stare in wonderment.
Brie felt like she was the unwilling star of a hidden camera TV show. She heard one of them whisper, âI saw her at the pool on Saturday.â She couldnât hear the response, but she could make out the words âfashion show,â ânaked,â and âsluttyâ, and then giggling.
The poor girl blushed deeply. Coming into the day, she knew she would have to deal with the fallout from her classroom jill-off session, but she hadnât fully considered how her weekend exhibitionism around their small town would also make its way back to school.
Brie quickly walked to her first period science class with Mr. Ivarson. Before she made it through the door, she was beet red. She could only faintly remember what had happened at the end of the previous week, but she knew that she had kissed her teacher and masturbated in class until she blacked out.
As she entered the room, every head snapped to her, including Mr. Ivarson. Tittering started immediately and, as swiftly as possible, Brie made her way to a back corner of the room with her head down.
Mr. Ivarson attempted to get his classroom back under his control as more students continued to file into the room behind her. âNow class, I know not everybodyâs here yet, but letâs take a look at the outline of what weâre going to cover today,â he said, attempting to distract them all.
The other kids in the class mostly avoided sitting in the seat next to Brie, but eventually a boy named Edward got up and switched his seat. Brie had always disliked him because he often acted up in class and annoyed the teachers, and he talked about vulgar things in the halls.
Soon everyone was accounted for and class began, but Brie couldnât pay attention. She just sat, stewing in her shame, counting the minutes until the period was over. How am I even going to make it to noon? she wondered.
Edward couldnât pay attention either. His gaze was fixed upon Brie. âHey,â he whispered to her.
Brie ignored him.
âHey!â he rasped louder.
Brie snapped her head to him and glared.
He grinned slyly and quietly mouthed, âLet me see your pussy.â
Brie snapped her head back to her desk and fumed. Edward chuckled quietly to himself.
After a minute she heard again, more insistently, âLet me see your pussy.â Brie tried to ignore it, but her burning cheeks gave her away.
Then, louder, âLift up your dress. Letâs see your goodies.â This time, the boy in front of Edward heard and snorted out a chuckle, throwing a quick glance at Brie, then backwards to Edward. Edward clucked out a louder laugh.
Mr. Ivarson, too, noticed something going on and called on the boy. âEdward, is there something you have a question about?â
âUh, no, sir,â he replied.
Mr. Ivarson peered over his glasses at him for a moment, before returning to his lecture.
Edward sank back into his seat and quieted down, but Brie could still see him out of the corner of her eye. She tried not to pay him any attention as he ever-so-slowly turned his body toward hers and then spread his legs. She could feel him staring at her as he did so. Then she saw him begin to flick his hand back and forth over the crotch of his jeans in contrived female masturbation. He quietly began to gasp mockingly, his breath crescendoing such that the girl in front of Brie turned to notice him. She stifled a shocked guffaw at his actions, and at Brieâs expense.
The poor girl could take it no longer. âStop it, you bully!â she croaked. The whole class immediately turned to look at the scene.
Mr. Ivarson frowned and barked, âEdward!â
The boy suddenly gripped his desk and rumbled it against the floor. He cried out with a sneer, âIâm sorry sir, itâsâ itâs coming from my pussyyyy!â
The classroom erupted in a roar of laughter at his callback to Brieâs Friday incident. Brie was crimson with humiliation.
Mr. Ivarson flew into a rage, shouting above the commotion. âThatâs it! I warned you all not to make a big deal about this last week. Detention for you, Edward. Go to the principalâs office now.â
âWhatever, man,â beamed Edward as he grabbed his backpack and slung it over his shoulder. âLess time for me to be in this shitty class.â The students broke into another bout of laughter. âPeace out!â
âThatâs two detentions, Edward!â Mr. Ivarson called after him. After the boy had made his exit, the teacher turned his attention to Brie. âYou, too, are excused, young lady. Please go to one of the study rooms and wait for me there after class.â He held out a hall pass that he had apparently prepared ahead of class time.
Brie couldnât leave the room fast enough. She dashed down the hall toward the row of sound-proof cubicles the school had installed to let students get homework done with fewer distractions. As she rounded a corner, she nearly ran into Mia.
âWhoa!â Mia shouted, âOh hey, Brie! Jesus, you nearly creamed me.â
âMia! What are you doing here?â Brie sniffled and quickly wiped tears from her eyes.
âGotta take a leak.â Mia flashed her bathroom pass. âWhat are you doing?â
âI got in trouble and I have to go to one of the study rooms.â
âAh, man, what did you do?â
âNothing!â Brie lamented. âIt wasnât my fault.â
âUgh, thatâs the worst,â Mia consoled. âHey, what if you just bailed?â
âWhat, like leave school?â
âYeah,â Mia grinned, âWanna skip out? I do it sometimes when Iâve had enough of this shit.â
Brie stared into Miaâs lively eyes and considered it. She would love to spend the day anywhere but here, and especially in the company of her newfound friend. But she replied, âIâ I better not. I promised Daddyâer, my fatherâthat Iâd at least try to get through half the day.â
Mia smiled and mussed the girlâs hair, âProbably better that way. I always end up getting in more trouble in the end, anyway. How are you doing, by the way?â
âBad. Everybody knows what I did on Friday, and now rumors are flying about Saturday and Sunday, too, like from when we went to the pool.â
âOh,â nodded Mia knowingly. âWell, if it helps, those rumors arenât from me. Iâve only told my friends that youâre cool.â
Brieâs eyes widened, âReally?â
âYeah, real cool,â the upperclassman smiled. âThey wanna hang out sometime.â
Brieâs insides warmed at the revelation. She suddenly felt the urge to hug Mia, and she dove in. âOh Mia, Iâm so glad I met you. Thanks for being my friend.â
âYeah, kid.â She squeezed Brie in return. âLetâs get together soon. And bring your girlfriend Elsie along. Sheâs a firecracker.â
The girls parted and Brie found her destination. She sat at a small study table in the sound-proof cubicle and waited until the end-of-class bell sounded. She could barely hear it through the study roomâs seals, but it leaked through faintly. She watched students filter by the large glass door for a while until, with a whoosh of air, Mr. Ivarson opened the door and joined her.
âHello, Brie,â he said, moving the table out of the way and taking a seat across from her.
âHi,â Brie said glumly.
âHow are you doing this morning?â
âIâm okay,â Brie answered with the stock reply.
âGood, good,â he said, searching awkwardly for the right thing to say. âUm, well, do you know why I sent you here?â
âNo,â said Brie, âwhatever it was, it wasnât my fault, Edwardââ she complained.
âI know, I know,â he reassured the girl, leaning over and putting a hand on her knee. âYou didnât deserve what he was doing to you. Youâre not in trouble for that.â He then cleared his throat and said, âIn fact, youâre here, because I wanted to talk to you about something else. I wanted to check in on you and see if you were alright.â
âOh, okay,â said Brie, âbut, isnât that what the school counsellors are for?â
The elder teacher chuckled and said, âWell, yes, they sometimes do work with troubled children. But all teachers here have a responsibility for their pupilsâ well being.â
Brie trembled with trepidation, âIs this about last week?â
Mr. Ivarson nodded, and the two of them sat there in silence for a brief moment. Suddenly, he sat back in his chair and stared at the wilting figure before him. âNow, I want to remind you that you missed out on class last week, after your⊠incident.â
âI know,â Brie said staring down at her lap.
âI just want you to know, after they took you to the hospital, I held an important pop quiz, which you also missed.â
Brie looked up at him with watery eyes. âI did?â
Mr. Ivarson leered and said, âYes, and since you missed it, you failed the quiz. And, well, that could negatively impact your grade in my class.â
Big tears welled up in the young studentâs puppy dog eyes. âBut Iâ I couldnât help it!â
âI understand,â the teacher said, lightening up a bit. After some consideration, he begrudged, âI suppose I can give you a Câthat is, if you can give me a doctorâs note that details your condition. Ah, which was, by the wayâŠ?â
Brie blushed and shied away. Quietly, she started, âIâm superââ She hesitated to say the word to her school teacher, âorgasmic,â she squeaked out.
Mr. Ivarson bent his ear, âIâm sorry?â
Brie looked at her feet, âIâm super-orgasmic. It means I⊠câ cum a lot.â
Her teacher smirked deviously. âI see. Well, if you can give me your doctorâs note for your super-orgasmic condition right now, I can mark your quiz grade up.â
Brie pleaded, âI didnât get one. I might be able to get one tonight.â
Her teacher responded brusquely, âIâm sorry, young lady, I need to see one now. I wonât know if youâve faked it otherwise.â
Brie didnât know what to do. Her cheeks burned hot and she sniffled. âI donât have a note.â
Mr. Ivarson appeared to mull another idea around. While he did, Brie could faintly hear the bell marking the end of passing time. The next class period had begun and nobody was in the halls anymore. Finally her teacher spoke again. âI suppose there are other ways you could make it up. Extra credit.â
âReally?â Brie looked up at her teacher, an expression of relief washed over her face.
âOh yes,â the teacher said, âbad students do extra credit for me all the time.â
âI can do that,â Brie nodded vigorously. âWhat can I do?â
âWell,â Mr. Ivarson replied, âI think what you can do is really quite simple.â
Brie nodded again, optimistic.
âI donât think you need to do extra homework. I know youâre a smart girl and youâre ill, after all. And anyway, I donât have anything prepared. But, I suppose I could give you some extra credit for,â he paused for emphasis, âanother kiss?â
Brie was shocked. She suddenly felt cornered and very alone. The hallways were empty, and even if they werenât, nobody could hear her teacherâs indecent proposition from within the sound-proof cubicle. She swallowed a large lump in her throat. She didnât want to kiss her teacher again. She hadnât really even wanted to kiss him in the first place. Then, her body had compelled her to do it against her own volition. Now, she was compelled to do it for a grade.
Brie shook her head. âI canât kiss you. Itâs not right. Weâll get in trouble,â she said, appealing to Mr. Ivarsonâs sensibility.
âLook,â he gestured to the glass door of the study room, âthereâs nobody around to get us in trouble. Itâs just a quick kiss, dear child, and itâs over. I had such fun last time.â
The idea repulsed her, but she saw no other options. Timidly she said, âIf I kiss you, youâll give me an A for the quiz?â
Mr. Ivarson leered and said, âNo, child, a kiss would be lovely, but itâs such a small thing, after all. The value of that, assuming it was a good kiss, would bring you up to a D-. If you want an A, you would need to do a little bit more.â
Brie wilted further, crossing her arms in front of her. She avoided looking at Mr. Ivarson. He stood up from his chair and moved toward her, hovering over her. âWell, Miss Nova? This is the one chance Iâm going to give you.â
Brie swallowed and then, almost imperceptibly, nodded her head.
It was enough for Mr. Ivarson and he quickly pulled the young girl up off the chair and up onto her feet. He bent over her and brought his face close to hers. Brie trembled with fear underneath the stature of her teacher. She closed her eyes and waited for him to come to her. Then she felt his lips against her. They were warm and firm, but at the same time rough and undesirable. She winced, but kissed back with the hope that it would satisfy him, if not permanently, at least enough that he would let her go.
At last, he pulled away from her and smiled at her condescendingly. âOh, that was very nice, my child. That was definitely worth a D-.â
Brie said nothing. She merely grabbed her arm and fidgeted on her feet.
âWell, Miss Nova, we can talk about getting more extra credit later, but you best be getting off to your next class.â Before she could move, he halted her with a finger. âHowever, since youâre already late, youâre probably going to get in trouble with your next teacher. I wonderâŠâ he reached into his pocket and pulled out another signed hall pass, âhow much this would be worth to you?â
Brieâs stomach dropped at the thought. She was still trapped with this man and was now forced to negotiate her way out. She stammered, âYou could kiss me again.â
âThat sounds very nice, Miss Nova,â Mr. Ivarson said, and then added, âand what else can you give me?â
Red-faced, Brie held back a tear. She searched for an idea, then finally said, âYou can touch one of my breasts.â
Mr. Ivarson grinned and said, âThatâs the spirit. Just remember, if I get in trouble because of you, youâll get into more trouble, too. The school doesnât like it when girls fool around with boys, and imagine how they will respond when they find out youâre super-orgasmic. But donât worry, I will keep your secret.â Then he leaned over and kissed her again. With one hand, he held the back of her head, pressing her mouth against his. With his other, he reached down and pawed at the barely perceptible mound on her chest, circling his fingers around her tiny nipple. It hardened against her will.
Brie was trapped, but Mr. Ivarson kept to the terms of their agreement. He fondled only one breast, though his kiss was drawn out. She felt him snake his tongue out against her lips and she reluctantly parted them, for fear of making him angry. Her legs wobbled under her as she stood, mouth agape, letting her teacherâs tongue wander inside. Finally, she could take no more and she pushed herself away.
Mr. Ivarson chuckled and said, âHad enough for today? Okay. Youâre a very good kisser, Brie. You should know that.â
Brie didnât care. âCan I go now?â
âVery well,â the man conceded, âhere is your pass.â
As Brie quickly exited the cubicle, he called after her, âLetâs discuss future extra credit possibilities after class on Wednesday.â
Brie ran, humiliated, down the hallway. She couldnât believe her teacher would take advantage of her. She didnât understand why a man his ageâolder than her father, evenâwould be interested in someone so young, especially one of his students. She knew it was wrong, but she had felt ambushed and powerless under his authority.
All thoughts of Mr. Ivarson, however, slipped away when she got to her next class late. When she entered the room, every head turned to watch her and she was once again filled with a renewed sense of dread. She took a deep breath and sighed, crossing the front of the class to hand her next teacher, Mrs. Trisk, her late pass.
She sat down in one of the remaining seats in the middle of the room and Mrs. Trisk cleared her throat before continuing her lesson for the day. Brie counted down the minutes until her lunch period.
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At 11:30, Brieâs lunchtime rolled around. She made her way to the lunchroom as inconspicuously as possible. She wasnât feeling hungry at all, so she skipped the food line and took her usual seat at the lunch table.
Head down, she tried to concentrate on completing her homework while she waited for Elsie to show. Just when she was hitting her stride completing math equations, a plastic tray clattered onto the table, giving her a scare. âElsie, jesus christ!â
Elsie sat down next to Brie and ringed her arm around the girl in a side hug. âHowâs it going today?â
âHorrible,â Brie answered.
âWhat? Why?â Elsie asked, surprised.
âElsie, sometimes you can be really thick, you know,â Brie glowered âWhy do you think?â
âOh, right,â Elsie simmered down, smiling dumbly.
Brie sighed, âMr. Ivarson made me kiss him again.â
âWhat?!â Elsie asked, suddenly cranking up her volume once more. Some heads turned in their direction.
âShh, Els, shut up,â Brie whispered, âThe last thing I need is one more rumor about me for the school to spread.â
Elsie leaned in and brought her voice low, âThatâs so illegal. You should report him.â
âI canât,â Brie despaired. âHe gave us a quiz on Friday and I missed it, and heâs going to bring my grade down unless I do⊠extra credit for him.â
âDamn. Youâre damned if you do, and youâre damned if you donât. Next time, you should record his behavior on your phone so you have evidence against him.â
âIf only they didnât ban mobile phones in school,â Brie lamented. âThis sucks.â
Elsie changed the subject in an attempt to cheer up her friend. âLetâs talk about something else and get your mind off of it.â
âYouâre right,â Brie agreed.
âPeople have been asking me about modeling all day. They want to know how we did it and how to break in. I didnât tell them we basically lied our way in,â Elsie snickered.
âBy the way,â she continued, âA guy gave me his card last night, after I got off stage, and before Ivy brought you back to get me.â She passed it over to Brie.
Brie looked at the card. It was a small, crisp business card that read:
SNICKER-DOODLEZ
Young and Teen Modeling
Boys and Girls
Elsie beamed. âHe said I was good! He promised me a modeling contract if I called him. He said they do work with huge brands.â
âWow,â said Brie, in wonderment. âIâm not surprised. You killed it on stage yesterday. So, are you going to call him?â
âI think so, but I have to figure out how I can do it without mom and dad finding out. They would totally spoil our fun if they found out. He even said he might be able to use you, too.â
âReally? I thought I did horribly. I mean, I fainted on stage. I⊠did other things, too.â
Elsie shrugged, âI dunno. He must have missed that part, since he was talking with me back stage when it happened. Maybe you got lucky and he doesnât know!â
âYeah, luckyâŠâ Brie stared off into space, before snapping her attention back to her friend. âYou do know what I did, right?â Brie ventured hesitantly.
âOh, I do,â Elsie grinned, âIvy grilled me about it in the car. I canât believe I missed it! What we did yesterday in the green room, it was so hot. Even after two cums I went home wanting more. And you were so good about not cumming, it must have been epic when you finally did.â
âI guess it did feel good,â Brie admitted, âbut when itâs so intense that I pass out, I have a hard time remembering. Itâs almost not worth it.â
Then Elsie leaned in and whispered conspiratorially, âSpeaking of worth it, you wanna know what I did last night?â
âSure,â Brie answered.
âMallory and I played Truth or Dare.â
âReally? Just you and your sister? Why?â
âI donât really know,â Elsie blushed. âI guess I was still turned on fromâŠâ She leaned in so close she had practically prostrated herself across the lunch table and whispered, âwhen you ate my pussy yesterday.â
Brie grimaced. She barely recalled her actions when she was in her cum-dumb, super-orgasmic haze. Elsieâs mention of her eating Oliverâs cum out of her vagina did bring a glimmer of a memory back, though.
Elsie sat back. âAnd, well, you know Mallory and I have been close in the past. When your mom dropped me off last night, your little incident was all my sister could talk about.â
âOh great,â said Brie wryly. She swallowed a lump in her throat, partially because, once again, her lewd behavior was Elsieâs central conversation with her sibling, but also because she was curiously interested in the Brannigan sistersâ risquĂ© game.
Elsie continued. âRecounting to Mallory what you had done made me very turned on all over again; and sheâs so low-key horny all the time, I just knew I could convince her to have a bit of fun with some dares.â The young girlâs eyes flitted back and forth. âI mean even so, I still figured we would just end up jilling off together like we have in the past, not go as far asââ
Brie interrupted, âYouâre going to talk about this here? Now?â
Elsie grinned. âCâmon, no oneâs paying attention to us. Look.â
Brie glanced around the lunchroom nervously. âFor the first time today,â she admitted.
âOkay, so do you want to hear about it, or is it going to, you know, set off your âsuper-powerâ?â
Brie searched her feelings and was surprised to discover that Elsieâs lead-up had not flipped on her super-orgasmic switch. While she couldnât help feeling a little turned on by the prospect of listening to her friendâs Truth or Dare story, she did sense a distinct stability in her mind and body. She hesitantly began to trust that maybe her dadâs cum last night was an effective antidote, after all, just like her mom said she would be. Maybe it was safe to talk about sexy things and her nerves wouldnât get the best of her. âSo,â she probed, âwhat happened?â
Elsie launched into her sordid tale. âOkay, so it was pretty late and we were up in our beds, supposed to be going to sleep. We had all the lights turned off, but we keep flashlights on our bed stands in case we need to get up for a potty break in the middle of the night. Anyway, we started playing the game and I went first. Mal picked truth, of course, so I asked her if she had ever had sex.
âShe giggled, âno,â and that was that.
âNext, I picked truth, even though I was so horny, I really wanted to pick dare. But I wanted to follow her lead. So, she asked me if I had ever had sex.
âI told her I had and she flipped out!â Elsie laughed. âShe flicked on her flashlight and pointed it right at my face and she started asking me a million questions about it, like she was an old-timey detective. Questions like when, and who with, and how many times, but I just rolled my eyes and informed her that she could only ask one truth per round.â
âSheâs probably jealous,â Brie chuckled. âHer baby sister isnât a virgin, but she still is.â Brie recalled that Elsie had mentioned that she had not been a virgin during their encounter with the two brothers the day before and the thought re-emerged about who else it was that Elsie had screwed.
âOh, sheâs definitely jealous,â sneered Elsie. âSheâs been wanting a boyfriend for a long time, but sheâs too ugly.â Elsie laughed aloud but then her expression suddenly softened with empathy. âSorry, I know youâre still a virgin, too. Butââ
âNo Iâm not,â Brie blurted out, then instantly regretted it.
Elsieâs mouth gaped. âYouâre notâ since when?â
Brie blushed. âNevermind. I was just kidding.â
Elsieâs eyes bored into Brie, âNo, that wasnât a joke. Youâre a bad liar. Why didnât you tell me?â
âWhy didnât you tell me?â Brie snapped back coolly.
âWhat? You fuckinâ watched me,â Elsie snorted.
âNo I didnât,â Brie hissed, then whispered, âOliver wasnât your first. You told him you werenât a virgin.â
Now it was Elsieâs turn to blush. She didnât dare tell Brie that it was her father who was her first. âThatâ that was just a joke.â
âNow whoâs lying?â Brie leered. âYou made such a big deal about how âvirginity is just a social constructâ.â
Elsie smirked, her eyes flitting back and forth.
âTell me who it was,â Brie demanded, crossing her arms.
Elsieâs expression switched quickly to worry. âI canât,â she said quietly, uncharacteristically timid.
âWhy not?â
âBecauseâŠâ Elsie trailed off.
Brie suddenly felt cold. A wash of sweat broke out across her body. In the pit of her stomach, she suddenly knew. âMy dad.â
Elsie cowered and squeaked, âDonât hate me.â
âWhoa,â Brie was stunned. They both sat in silence for a moment. âSaturday? Thatâs why you were naked when we woke up.â
Elsie nodded, wincing, ready for the blowback.
But it never came. Brie didnât want to start a fight and have Elsie dig in her heels and start prodding her back about her own first experience. âSo then what happened? With Mallory, I mean,â she asked coolly.
Elsie ventured on with her story, hesitantly at first, surprised that Brie didnât seem to care that her best friend had sex with her father.
âOh, um, well, anyway, it was her turn to choose again and she picked truth again. I asked if she had ever done oral. She said no, she couldnât even get a boyfriend. She seemed pretty frustrated.
âSo then it was my turn, and she said, âWho are all the people youâve had sex with?â and I told her a college boy and an⊠older man.â Elsie looked sincerely at Brie and said, âI wasnât just going to tell her it was your dad.â
âThen she asked me how old, and I said our Daddyâs age.
âShe said, âHoly shitâ and swallowed real hard. She asked me who it was, but then I realized she already got an extra question out of me and I clammed up. I heard her start to kind of fidget around, and I knew she was getting a little turned on and probably ready to take a dare.
âBut it was my turn again to ask and she surprised me by picking truth. I wasnât expecting that, but I thought for a sec and then asked, âWould you ever want a girlfriend?â
âShe blushed and giggled and said, âI have girlfriends.ââ Elsie frowned and added, âShe totally knew what I meant, though!
âI said, âNo, dummy, not your friends. I mean like a boyfriendâbut a girlfriend.â
âShe was quiet for a while and then she said in this too-calm voice, âNo, Iâm not a lesbian.â
âI was like, âYou donât have to be a lesbian to like girls.â
âThen do you know what she said? She said, âWell, you didnât ask if I liked girls!ââ
Brie snorted. âWow, do you think she does like girls, then?â
âI dunno,â Elsie answered, âI never got to ask her, but I kinda think she might.â
âYeah? Whyâs that?â
âWell, let me finish my story.â
Brie nodded. Her heart was beating in her chest. She was enraptured with her best friendâs tale about her racy game.
âNext it was my turn, but I knew if I picked truth, she was going to ask about, you know, your dad, and I didnât want to tell her anything about that! So, I was basically forced to pick dare.
âShe must have been getting antsy and said, âI dare you to take your pajamas off.â
âThat was easy, so I did just that. I had this one-piece romper on with spaghetti straps, and I shimmied out of it under the covers, yanked it out, and dropped it on the floor.
âMallory shined her flashlight on me and made me pull back the covers so she could check, and she got annoyed when she realized I wasnât completely naked. âYou canât leave your panties on!â she said.
Brie threw her hands up. âPanties arenât part of pajamas! Itâs just underwear.â
Elsie pointed and said, âThatâs what I told her and she grumbled, âWell I meant all your clothes,â so I mocked and said well then she should have said that for the dare.ââ
Brie smiled, âYou turned the tables back on her.â
âI know,â Elsie giggled, âbut I donât think she got the joke. She just whined some more until I told her to just pick truth-or-dare.
âShe finally stopped holding out on me and said dare! So I dared her to let me cuddle her in her bed.â
âThatâs it?â Brie asked quizzically.
âWhat do you mean?â
âThat doesnât sound like that big of a deal.â
Elsie rolled her eyes. âYou wouldnât know this because youâre a single child. But Mallory hasnât let me be that close to her since she started getting boobs.â
âI thought youâd seen each other play with yourselves before.â
âOnly with covers on or with the lights off,â Elsie corrected, âBut now here I am, half naked and wanting to get in her bed? It was a big deal, and you could tell, because she almost said no. It was quiet for a really long time, and finally she said, almost in a whisper, âOkay.â
âMy heart skipped a beat as I slipped out from under my covers. I grabbed my flashlight and quickly padded over to her bed and she opened the covers to let me in. It was such a thrill being close to her, and I couldnât help but shiver, even though she was very warm under the sheet.
âWe shifted around quite a bit to get settled; we have small, single beds. Eventually she spooned me and draped her hand over my torso. I could feel her tits press against my back. They were warm and soft, and her nipples were hard. It was so nice.â
Brie chimed in dreamily, âThat does sound nice. I sometimes go to my parents in their room if I wake up from a bad dream in the middle of the night, or if itâs storming, and itâs always so warm. But they always make me go back to my own bed sooner or later.â Brie thought about her recent trysts with both of her parents and in the back of her head she wondered just how much things would change because of that. âSo, is that where it ended?â
âOh no. We laid there for a few minutes, and she kind of started rubbing my back a little bit. I could feel my pussy getting real wet again and my nerves were causing me to tremble.
âMallory said, âWhy are you shaking?â
ââBecause Iâm nervous.â
ââWhat are you nervous about?â
ââI donât really know,â I said, âbut this feels nice.â
âFrom behind me, she pressed her face into my hair and inhaled slowly, taking in the scent, then exhaled. Finally, she whispered âTruth or dare?â
âFrom this point on, theyâre just dares, so she dared me to get all the way naked in bed with her. I swallowed and shimmied out of my panties under the cover. I held them up to her and showed her, but she said she had to check again. She leaned down to my ankles and brushed her hands up my body, feeling her way up, and when she got to my hips, sure enough, no panty line.
âThen she felt around, caressing both cheeks of my bottom. She hummed sweetly, and I think she liked what she felt. She even started to move her hands between my thighs but I wonder if she felt my wetness, because she quickly stopped and moved her hand back onto my hip.
âMy throat was dry, but I managed to quip, âAnything there?â
âShe laughed quietly, âNope, just a baby smooth bottom.â
âIt felt so nice laying there with her. I wiggled my butt into her crotch and entwined my legs around hers, encouraging her to explore more. She got the hint. She felt down my waist to my hip bones, and she even got pretty close to my cunny crack, but she chickened out again and moved up to my tummy, and finally up to my boobs. I felt my nipples stiffen under her caress and then she stopped rubbing and said quietly, âWhatâs my dare?â
âI liked being naked with her, but I wanted her to feel it, too, so I answered, âI dare you to let me take off all of your clothes.ââ
âShe quickly agreed, and I knew I was finally getting somewhere. Even so, she wasnât going to make it easy for me. I think she was still timid and also donât think she really knew what to do, since sheâs never had anyone else take off her clothes before. She just laid there under the covers. She was wearing a two-piece pajama set with a tight top that said âIâll be in bed todayâ and matching pajama shorts. I fumbled around quite a bit to get her shirt off from under the covers and she tried to help, too, but everything kept getting twisted in the sheet and all staticky. Finally I had enough and just pulled the sheet off of us and straddled on top of her.â
âYou were naked,â Brie reminded Elsie. âDid she see you?â
âYeah, sort of. It was dark, but we could see each other a little bit in the moonlight. I didnât really care.â
âNo surprise there,â Brie scoffed.
Elsie grinned. âAnyway, I grabbed her shirt and she lifted herself up enough for me to get it over her back. Even before I pulled it over her head, I could see her titties.â
Brie cleared her throat. âWhat were they like?â
âEven though sheâs my sister, they looked nice. Bigger than both of ours.â
âThatâs not hard for me,â Brie complained, âIâm still flat, and I donât think my chest is going to grow any bigger.â
âI donât mind my small chest,â Elsie said, âAll the girls with big boobs always talk about how theyâre bad for your back. Anyway, some guys might like it.â Elsie then added wistfully, âOliver seemed to.â
âWell yours are still a little bigger than mine.â
âHunter didnât complain, either,â Elsie smirked.
âMaybe Iâm still hazy from my last blackout, but as I recall, Hunter only cared about my mouth.â
Elsie laughed and said, âWell, from my experience, you do have a pretty good mouth.â
Brie blushed.
âNow, where were we?â
âYour sister has nice tits.â
âYeah, not too big, not too small. After I got her top off, I reached down and squeezed one. It was pretty cool. I felt her nipple sticking out, but Mal flinched and told me that touching wasnât part of the dare, so I had to stop.â
âSo next were her pants?â Brie asked.
âYep, I climbed off of her and slipped them off. It was easier, cuz she just had to lift her butt up off the mattress. She was down to just her panties at that point.â
Brie licked her lips. âAnd what did they look like?â
âIt was hard to see in the dark, but they were basic. Striped. But anyway, it was time for them to come off. This time I climbed back on her and straddled her stomach, but this time facing her feet. That made her giggle and ask what I was doing. I shushed her and said, âI didnât specify how was going to take them off.â She reluctantly accepted, and she got a good look at my naked butt while I did it.
âI grabbed her undies and pushed them down her legs. She lifted her knees toward me, and I slipped them over, and then she pulled one leg out, leaving them dangling off her other ankle.
âThere, right below me, was her naked cunny, about four inches from mine. It was amazing. Her two bare lips stared back at me. I was so turned on. Even though I wasnât supposed to touch her, I caressed her inner thighs up to her vagina and brushed my fingers over her cunny lips. They were soft and hot, and kind of slick like mine was.
âBut she wasnât expecting it and squeaked loudly when I did it. She covered her mouth, but I heard daddy coming down the hall. We didnât know what to do! I started to bolt to my bed, but Mallory pushed me down between her legs and pulled the sheet over us both, hiding me under it completely.
âSuddenly I had my head right up against her tummy, just above her pussy mound! I could smell her, and it made my chest tight and my head spin.
âDaddy cracked the door open and whispered, âIs everything alright?â
âI heard Mallory respond, âYeah, I just had a bad dream.â
âThen he said, âAre you okay, Els?â
âI thought I had been caught. I wasnât in my bed, and surely if he didnât notice then, he would soon. Luckily, myself sister said, âI think sheâs still asleep.â
âThen he just said said goodnight and left. It must have been dark enough that he couldnât see that I wasnât still in bed. When I heard the door shut, I realized I had been holding my breath. I exhaled and my hot breath against my sisterâs pussy caused her to moan. She pulled the sheet back down over me, and when the moonlight shone on her again, I couldnât resist any more. I dove in to her, giving her slit a long lick from the bottom of it to her clit.
âShe nearly screamed again, but held it back, instead just squealing quietly into the palm of her hand. She kicked me off of her. âWhat are you doing? Thatâs gross! Youâre my sister.â
âI felt kind of embarrassed, because I guess she was right, so I tried to cover for my actions: âI was just trying to tickle you.â
ââWell, it doesnât tickle, it feels⊠weird. And anyway, it wasnât part of your dare.â
âI laid back down next to her and said, âWell, itâs your turn to give me a dare.â
âShe said, âSince youâre so horny, I dare you to play with yourself now.â
âI was kind of disappointed. âThatâs it?â I said.
Brie interrupted, âWhat do you mean?â
âMal asked the same thing. I was like, âWeâve done that a lot already. Itâs not really a dare-dare, you know? Donât you want me to do something more? Something thatâs actually daring?â
âShe thought for a short while and then she flicked on her flashlight and said, âOkay, you have to let me watch.â
âI agreed and took a deep breath. I reached down with both hands and she followed them with her flashlight until I reached my cunny. I spread my lips apart, and Mallory leaned in to get a closer look. It sent a rush through me. I wanted to give her a better view, so I spread my legs, hooking one over hers, and dangling the other off the side of the bed.
âI could hear her breath quavering, and feel her heart beating in my body.
âI looked down myself and could see my inner thighs glistening in the dim light. I started rubbing my clit, and it was already super-slick and swollen. Mal was quiet, so we could hear the wetness of my slick crack as I worked it, along with my heavy breathing and soft grunts.
âEvery so often, I would bring my fingers up and taste myself.
âShe asked me, âWhat does it taste like?â
ââYou havenât tasted yourself?â
ââNo,â she said timidly. âIt seems weird.â
âI said, âYou think everything is weird.â I held my finger up to her and said, âYou can try it if you want.â
âShe scoffed, âYouâre so gross, Elsie. Iâm not going to lick you.â
ââItâs not like youâre licking my swimsuit area!â I insisted.
ââI donât care. Itâs still from your vagina, and youâre my little sister. Youâre nuts.â
âI was annoyed. I said, âWho cares? Weâve masturbated together lots by now. Itâs basically the same thing.â
ââYeah, but we donât touch each other.â
âI wiggled the leg I had hanging over hers. âYou donât seem to mind this.â
âShe was just like, âSo? Just finish your dare,â and then she was quiet, just watching me continue to work my slit. I could feel her chest rising beside me and I could tell she was getting even more turned on. Then she swallowed and said quietly, âYou can give me my next dare, and we could do them together.â
âI knew she was getting horny and wanted to masturbate along with me, but since it was my challenge, I figured Iâd give her a dare to remember.â
Elsie then leaned in closely to Brie and said with a smirk. âI told her, âI dare you to let me go down on you.ââ
Brie gasped, âYou were gonna eat out your sister?â
Elsie crossed her arms, âShe was giving me so much shit about it being wrong, I was like, I could do it. Itâs not that big of a deal, right? Itâs not like I can get her pregnant. She was giving me something to prove, and I was up for the challenge. I was sure she would give in, but sheâs such a chicken. She said âNo way!â and then suggested, âWhat if I just masturbated, too?ââ
ââThatâs not the dare,â I insisted.
ââBut Iâm not a lesbian,â she whined.
ââNeither am I. You can just close your eyes and pretend Iâm some boy instead.â
ââBut youâre family.â
âFinally, I was like, âFine, you donât have to do it, but youâll lose the game if you donât do the dare.â
âShe said, âSo what? Itâs just a dumb game.â
Elsie frowned at Brie. âI guess she had me there. I didnât have anything else. She called my bluff, so I backed down. But I still hadnât cum yet, and I know Mallory still wanted to, too. So I thought quickly and said, âFine, you donât have to let me go down on you, but, you have one last chance. If you donât want to lose the game, then you have to do whatever I say next.â
âFine with me,â she replied. âI donât have to do anything, and I donât care about losing the game.â
âI turned on my flashlight and pointed it at her. âI dare you to fuck yourself⊠with your flashlight as a dildo.ââ
âOMG, what did she do?â Brie asked.
âShe giggled in, like, a bashful kind of way and shied away from the light. I didnât get it, at first, but then she nodded and said, âOkay, but if I do this dare, then you lose the game. And Iâm going to use this instead.â Then then she leaned over me to open the drawer of her side table and pulled out this big rubber cock!â
Brie was dazed. âHoly shit, Mallory has a dildo?â
âI know!â exclaimed Elsie loudly, before she looked around and brought her level back down. âShe said Mom gave it to her when she turned 13, after she got the sex talk. Mom said she could use it until the right boy came along.â
Brie was in awe. âWow. What did it look like?â
âIt was smooth on one end, like a tube full of glittery, purple jelly, and on the other end, it actually looked like a cock, like what Oliver and Hunter had, but definitely a bit bigger. Probably bigger than your dad!â
Brie blushed, thinking back to the feeling of her fatherâs cock expanding within her. She couldnât imagine something being bigger than that.
âSorry,â Elsie said, âI probably shouldnât just say stuff like that to you.â
âTalk more about the dildo,â Brie evaded.
âI was kind of surprised Mom got her such a realistic-looking sex toy. It was flexible, bendable, but stiff at the same time.â
âSo, did she do the dare?â Brie asked, her voice cracking somewhat.
âYes! Mallory reached down and started sliding it up and down her crack, getting it all wet from her pussy. She started moaning right away. She was really in heat. I had my flashlight on her now, and I watched as the side with the cock split her plump lips open and got all slippery in her juices. I could see them sticking and glistening off of the dildo. It kinda looked like her pussy was giving it a kiss.
âThen, once it was all slick with her girl-cum, she lowered it down to her hole and placed it at the entrance. She bit her lip and gave it a push, and it went inside. We both gasped as it did. Hers was in pleasure and mine in wonder. Slowly, her pussy got acclimated to the size, and made the whole thing slick for each inch it pushed inside of her. Finally, it bottomed out and she whispered, âItâs all the way in.â A little less than half was sticking out of her.
âI suddenly remembered that I could still masturbate, too, and I immediately started circling my little clitty with my finger again. Mallory started slowly pumping her toy in and out of her, and moaned into my ear.
âI turned toward her and wrapped both of my legs around one of hers and wedged my hand into my cunny crack. I kind of thrust my hips at her and the motion slowly inched me closer and closer to her. Soon I had buried my head into her neck and was mewling uncontrollably.
âMallory whispered to herself, âFuck, I canât believe Iâm letting my little sister watch me fuck myself with this dildo.â
ââWhy is this so hot?â I moaned into her neck.
ââYou know why, Els. Because itâs wrong. Youâre not supposed to like watching your sister play with herself. Itâs dirty because weâre related, yet youâre watching me split my pussy open and fuck myself with this dildo. It goes against nature for siblings to have sex and thatâs whatâs making it exciting.â
âI was already primed from jilling off before and her naughty words were enough to finish me off. I felt the orgasm rushing from deep within me, and it exploded out through my clitty. âFuck, Mal, Iâm cumming,â I cried, and reached over and hugged my sister close, feeling her warm tits against my arm. My thrusting grew wild, and my mound crashed against her hips sending waves of pleasure up from my pussy.
âI moaned as softly as I could while my orgasm seared through my body. I pressed my juicy cunt against my own sisterâs bare thigh, smearing my cum onto her virginal body. I kissed my way up her neck and to her cheeks.
âI probably would have kissed her lips, but all too soon, I began to calm down. The aftershocks fluttered through me, and it slowly dawned on me that my experience was nearing its close. I knew I was going to have to go back to my bed again, but I intended to lay there next to her as long as I could.
âI sighed in satisfaction and watched Mallory pumping the fake cock more rapidly, more intently. She grunted more urgently each time she speared it speared into her. It was gliding smoothly within her now, in and out. I could hear her juices sloshing. While she frigged herself, she turned to me, eyes just slits and a dreamy smile on her face. She said softly, through her groaning, âYou lose the game, Els.â
âI couldnât help but smile. She was right. She fucked herself according to the dare, which meant I had lost. I didnât say anything. I nodded in acceptance of the defeat. I just watched her pump the sex toy in and out of her pussy and caressed her nipples with my hand. She didnât care that I was touching her so closely anymore. But then she said something I really wasnât expecting: âI dare you to use the dildo on me.ââ
âWhoa,â Brie croaked out, barely a whisper. Her throat was dry and were eyes were wide.
Elsie smiled at Brieâs intense interest. âI couldnât believe she said it. I said, âI thought the game was over,â and then regretted it. I thought she would take it back.
âShe shrugged and sighed, âItâs still a dare.â
âI immediately rolled on top of her and slid down her body to get between her legs. She moved her hands away and the dildo started to slip out of her. She was so wet and tight that her pussy was just squeezing it right out. I quickly grabbed it and pressed it back into her. She whined aloud as she was penetrated by something beyond her own control for the first time in her life. I had to shush her again, because I thought I could hear shuffling outside, and I was afraid that Dad might come check on us again.
âLuckily he didnât. I pointed my flashlight at her split and studied all of its details. Her labia was smooth and kind of reddish around the edges. In her slit, it was really pink and wet and it looked really soft. I saw where the dildo entered her, stretching her elastic entrance, and it was beading up with her fluids. Her scent was dizzying.
âI knew she didnât want me to eat her out, but I still wanted another taste, so I swiped some of her juice that was dripping off the dildo and licked it off my finger.â Elsieâs eyes rolled to the back of her head, signaling to Brie that she enjoyed it.
âMal was encouraging me, saying, âLike that, Els, that feels so good. Go faster.â Then she started rubbing her clit with one of her hands. Since I only needed one hand to work the dildo, I brought my other one up to do that for her, too. I pushed her hand away, unsure if she would let me actually touch her, you know right on her cunny, but surprisingly, she did. Her hands reached back and gripped her headboard and she hissed out, âFuck, Sis, fuck, fuck, fuck!â
âI rubbed her clitty quickly and lightly with my thumb, occasionally slowing down to apply more pressure. Her hips started thrusting up, practically to my face, and I thought again about going down on her. I mean, I already was down on her, and her cunny was right there, right in front of me.
âSo I went for it. I leaned down an inch, stuck out my tongue, and pressed it against her slit, and suddenly I was eating out my big sister. She squealed quietly and thrust wildly into me, and I thought she was going to break my nose with her hips, so I grabbed her butt with my free hand and just held her there with her back arched into the air, as much as I could. She just rocked her hips while I hammered the toy into her and flicked my tongue up and down her gash and swirled it around her little love bud.
âThatâs when she came. She thrashed on the bed, covering her mouth with one hand, and gripping the headboard with the other. It startled me, but I kept at her. She kind of flooded with juicesânot like you doâbut they still streamed down the dildo. I mostly kept my tongue focused on her clit, but I licked up some of what came out. It was tangy and yummy. She squealed breathlessly, trying to keep the noise down, but the bed springs were pretty squeaky and she was going crazy. Finally, I thought to lay on top of her, to keep her still, so I crawled on top of her and put my whole weight on her. She was warm and slick with sweat and her bigger boobs were soft under my head.
âI brought my face up to hers and she shocked me when she leaned up and kissed me, full force on the lips. With tongue, even. I was sure sheâd be able to taste herself on my lips, and I didnât think sheâd like that, but she didnât seem to care. Between kisses, she gasped, âI love you. I love you, Els.â And then back into kissing.
âWe made out for quite a long time while she came down from her orgasm, and I was starting to get turned on again, especially watching my sister cum up close.â
Brie interrupted, âCummies that you gave her!â
Elsie blushed, âYeah, well, you know what I mean. I was pretty revved up again. I still held the dildo in Malloryâs pussy, but I had slowed down my rhythm quite a bit. I just kind of subtly pushed it in her, and her natural tightness would squeeze it back out again. Just before it would pop out, I would push it back in again until it couldnât go any further. Feeling it going in and out of my sisterâs body, I was just overcome by this sensation that I needed to get my pussy fucked again, too.â
âJesus, Els, youâre so horny,â Brie said.
âThatâs rich, coming from you,â Elsie retorted. âI wanted to keep it going, before my sister came down too far from her cum high. I was afraid she would change her mind, so I leaned into her ear and whispered, âI dare you to let me fuck you.â
âThis time, she didnât protest. She turned her face to mine and said, âHow would you do that?â
ââI have an idea,â and I leaned back so that my butt was in between her legs. Then I positioned one of her legs so it was on top of mine.â
âYou were scissoring?â Brie asked.
âExactly,â said Elsie, âBut Mallory still had the dildo inside her. It was long enough that the other end was sticking out of her, a little less than half way. I moved myself closer to her until the rounded point began to divide my cunny lips, and thatâs when Mallory understood what I was getting at.â
âHoly shit,â whispered Brie, her throat dry, âYou shared the dildo.â
âIt was a little awkward at first, but it was still pretty hot,â said Elsie. âWe both started inching toward each other to push the opposite end of the fake cock up into my puss. We were both giggling softly, as it took a bit of doing to make it work. It was hard to work it in the two of us at the same time from the angles we were laying, and the damn thing was thick, so it kept not wanting to go inside me. By the time we got it, it fit very snugly. It was a little big, but it was already so lubed up with Malâs girl-cum. That helped a lot. I sighed when I felt my insides fill up again, and Mal was enjoying the opposing pressure from her end, each time I pushed on it with my body.
âI could feel the dildo going in almost as deep as it could when our pussies touched. I looked down where we connected and saw our labia locked together. I couldnât help but giggle and I said, âLook, it looks like our pussies are kissing.â
âMal laughed, too, and said, âIt does. Wanna make out with our pussies?â That made me snort, but I nodded with a heady smile.
âI started to press myself up against her and she closed her eyes and did the same thing. Our pussy lips mashed together and I couldnât even see the sex toy connecting us. There was just a little bit of room inside the two of us that if we squeezed down with our cunny muscles, we could shift the dildo back and forth between our bodies. So we worked together in this way for a while, penetrating one another with the same cock, gasping and moaning quietly. It really felt like I was being fucked by my sibling. We were fucking each other.
âI looked down at our connection and saw the thin, transparent fluid of our lovemaking seeping out, mixing together, and running down our cracks. Then I scanned up my sisterâs body and watched as she undulated against me, her small tits bouncing with every thrust against me. It was sexy to see someone I was so close to engaging in the most personal act, lost in the ultimate pleasure, especially knowing that I was the one giving it to her. It was very naughty and extremely hot and we were both red and sweaty from the workout. She cracked her eyes open and saw me staring at her and blushed even deeper.
ââYouâre really fucking me, Elsie,â my sister said, panting.
ââAnd youâre really fucking me, Mallory.â
ââNow I can say Iâm no longer a virgin. I canât believe my own sister took my virginity. Iâm so embarrassed, but so turned on.â
ââDo you regret it?â I asked.
ââNot at all, Elsie, Iâm glad it was you.â
ââIâve wanted this since we first started masturbating together,â I whined.
ââI didnât know it then, but I have, too,â Mal returned.
âWe started humping each other faster and faster, trying not to moan out loud. I had one hand over my mouth and I moved the other to our kissing cunnies, where I pressed my thumb against Malâs little clitty. I could feel the pleasure surge through her and she bit the back of her hand, then moved her fingers to my clitty, where she returned the favor.
âSoon, the bed springs were squeaking while we were wildly thrashing against each other, whimpering as loudly as we thought we could get away with, flicking our hands rapidly across each othersâ slits, and leaking our collective cum all over Malloryâs sheets.
ââYouâre gonna make me cum,â I rasped, âYouâre gonna make me cum, Mal.â
ââCum for me, Els!â she cried. âCum for your big sister.â
âAnd sure enough, I did. And watching me cumming brought her over the edge, too. I tensed up briefly, then squealed aloud as the pleasure once again took hold. She followed suit. There was nothing that could hold us back now, and we laid there writhing and sobbing and cumming on each othersâ pussies. We fucked the rubber cock, wildly bouncing off each othersâ cunts, our soft pussy lips slapping wetly. The rims of our holes frothed with our flooding juices.
âIt was something I will never forget.
âWe came down from our orgasmic high gently. Mallory moaned and brought her fingers to her mouth, tasting my juices while I lazily continued to circle her clit with mine, coaxing out the last of her orgasm.â
âThat sounds incredible,â Brie wondered, entranced by Elsieâs story.
âIt was incredible,â Elsie confirmed, but then she frowned. âThen my dad had to spoil the fun.â
âOh my god, no!â
âYep,â Elsie said wryly. âSuddenly, we heard the floor creak outside our door. I realized how loud we must have been when we came and knew that one of our parents was coming to check on us. The trouble was that we were so tangled up with each other, and connected by the dildo, there was nothing we could do to move! I clawed ineffectually for a cover, but the door swung open and there was my dad. âEverything alright, girls?â he said softly. He could see us in the dim light, our naked bodies illuminated by our flashlights, and he got very concerned. He said, âWhatâs going on in here?â Then he flicked on the overhead light!
âThere we were, completely exposed; his two little girls, naked, pussy-to-pussy in our post-orgasmic reverie. âWhat are you two doing?â he asked in shock. Neither of us could say anything. We were mortified. Finally, he said sternly, âElsie, get to bed.â
âI didnât have a choice but to move. As I went to get up, I pulled myself away from Mal, and slid off the dildo. I heard Daddy choke when he realized we had been sharing the sex toy. It slipped out of Mal, too, and she covered up as soon as I left her bed, and I heard her quickly put it back in her nightstand drawer next to her bed.
âI stalked over to my bed fully nakedâwith the overhead light still on, mind youâand crawled in. Omg, I was so embarrassed! Once I was there, Dad just said, âGo to sleep,â and then turned off the light and closed the door.
âWe laid there quietly in the darkness for a long time. I didnât know what to say, but I wanted to say something. Finally, I said, âI love you, Mallory.â
ââShe said, âYou canât tell anybody about this.â
âI promised her I wouldnât.â
Brie scoffed, âNice to see you kept your promise for a whole twelve hours.â
Elsie rolled her eyes. âYou know I tell you everything. But itâs not like Iâm going to tell anyone else.â
âSo what happened after that? Did your dad say anything to you this morning?â
âNo, I havenât heard anything! Dad was gone in the early morning, before we even got up to get ready for school. He must have left early to go to work or something. And Mom didnât say anything, so Dad probably didnât tell her what he saw.â Elsie paused and considered. âWell, maybe he told her something, cuz she asked me how my night was, which doesnât usually happen. But, maybe it was nothing.
âAnd Mallory didnât say anything to me. She avoided me the whole morning. We crossed paths a couple times, but she wouldnât look at me. I think sheâs really embarrassed by it all.â
âYeah,â Brie chided, âyouâre sisters, after all.â
Elsie scoffed, âAre you embarrassed about your mom touching you?â
âWell, kinda,â Brie answered, âI mean, I donât care if you know, but I donât want anyone else to know. Everyone already knows I jilled off in class. I would literally die if one more thing got out.â
Just then, the two girls heard a voice cut through the din of the school cafeteria. âWell, well, well, if it isnât the school sluts.â
They turned to look at a dark-haired classmate of theirs, Gretchen Powder, standing by with her arms crossed and a scowl on her face.
Brie shrank visibly, but Elsie raised an eyebrow. âExcuse me?â she said.
Gretchen sneered, âMy brother said he saw you at the mall yesterday. He said he saw your boobs and your pussies.â
âYouâre just jealous that weâve actually gotten laid and youâre still a virgin,â Elsie shot back.
Gretchenâs face twisted in contempt. âIâm saving myself for my wedding night,â she huffed. She sensed Brie would be the weaker prey, so she turned to her. âAnd what have you got to say for yourself, slut?â
Brie demurred.
âFuck off!â exclaimed Elsie. âLeave us alone.â
Gretchen stalked behind Brie, leaned over her, and quietly stated with an evil grin, âMy brother said heâs going to rape you.â
âThatâs it!â shouted Elsie. She sprang from her seat and over the lunch table, claws out. The entire lunchroom quieted and turned to face the commotion. Elsie dove at Gretchen and tore at the girlâs hair and scratched her face. Gretchen shrieked and ducked away. Elsie grabbed her by the shirt, stretching it, the fabric tearing audibly. Gretchen couldnât flee far without ripping it completely away and she squealed again, this time wheeling back around and clocking Elsie on the nose with a balled fist.
Elsie staggered backwards and shook out the stars. She shouted, âWretched Gretchen, you make me retch!â
âBitch!â the girl cried in return, âI hope you do get raped!â
Elsie shrieked and renewed her assault on her classmate, clobbering her to the ground, scratching her, and pulling at her hair and clothes. The rest of the lunchroom swirled around the two, now hooting and cheering at the action.
Soon the school principal intervened, wading through the morass of students, and picked Elsie up by her waist, âDonât touch me!â she cried, flailing at him.
He set her down and gripped the back of her shirt, then leaned down and, offering his hand, pulled Gretchen from the ground. âMy office, now,â was all he said, and pushed the two girls toward it. Elsieâs hair was frazzled and her nose ran with blood. It ran over her lips, down her chin, and dotted onto her shirt. She passed by Brie and grinned wildly at her friend, who stared back at her with wide eyes.
âThank you,â Brie mouthed. At that moment, the day had become too much for the poor girl to bear. Between stares and comments from her classmates, her teacherâs lewd blackmail, and the threats and fighting, Brie had had enough. She took her get-out-of-jail-free card and went to the main office to call her dad. He immediately agreed to pick her up.
While she waited, Elsie was eventually released from the principalâs office. She noticed Brie and went up to her right away. âYou waited for me?â
Brie chuckled glumly. âSort of. I called my daddy to take me home. Iâve had it with today.â
âLucky,â Elsie said.
âHow did it go in there?â
âPretty good! I told him what Gretchen said, and she actually didnât deny it. She told him we were sluts and we should get raped and we were going to hell.â
âGod, sheâs awful,â Brie said.
âHe basically said as much and gave her a weekâs detention. Sheâs still getting an earful about âbodily agencyâ in there.â
âHah, good. And you got off scot-free?â
âNo,â Elsie grimaced, âI got a week for fighting.â
âYou still have blood on your nose,â Brie pointed out.
Elsie sniffed.
The office assistant interrupted them. âBrie, your father is here. And Elsie, hereâs your hall pass.â She leaned over the desk toward them and said, âI heard what you did for your friend, so I put a late return time on it, so you can take your time.â She winked.
âCool!â Elsie said. She turned to Brie, âAlright, see you tomorrow. The halls are calling.â
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Next: Warrick takes Brie home and they spend some time alone together⊠but it doesnât stay just the two of them for long.
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