The Step-Sister, Chapter Eleven

[*Lady Lucia*]

Chapter Nine

"Ask away,” Sara said, “Claudia will be here all night. A sleepover with well behaved girls like us will be good for her. Unlike her friends, we’re actually responsible and motivated to succeed in life. Trust me, sis. The sooner our habits start to rub off on you, the better. Isn’t that right, girls?”

Celeste ever so slightly cocked her head to the side. She could obviously tell something was up, as Claudia wasn’t the type to stand idly by and allow a judgy remark like that to go by uncontested. Even if there was plenty of truth in Sara’s words, normally Claudia would have snapped out a witty retort within seconds. “That’s right,” Celeste said. Sitting up a little bit on the sofa, she asked, “So, why the change of heart, Claudia?”

‘Because my step-sister is a fucking bitch and stole all my shit and I was stupid enough to let her keep screwing with me instead of turning around and walking back out the front door like I should have.’ Retrospect was almost as much of a bitch as Sara was. While the fallout of all of the preppy girl’s threats would have been an enormous pain, it would at least have been a ripped band-aid that Claudia could wrap her head around in terms of what would happen at home and at school. Avoiding those things, however, had resulted in a lot of unexpected twists and turns that she probably would have chosen against if the two options had been more clearly laid out from the beginning. To her credit, Sara had been clever. Stringing Claudia along step by step ensured that she stayed committed to what she had signed up for. Being proper and responsible, to Sara’s standards. “Because I like trying new things,” Claudia said. Technically true, and playing with honesty was certainly a fun way to turn this around on her sister, “And it’s not every day that I get to be naked in Sara’s room. It was almost a porno, except she didn’t actually use the phrase ‘step-sister’ when telling me to strip. No fun, I know.”

The girls’ expressions in response to Claudia’s bluntness gave her a bit of satisfaction, but she knew calling Sara out like that wouldn’t do much. These were her best friends, after all, and they weren’t nearly as ‘well behaved’ as they liked to act and dress. Claudia should know; she had been around for enough of their sleepovers to know that they drank and fucked around just like Claudia’s skater friends. The only difference was that it was wine and/or fancy cocktails, and that they fooled around with boys that were equally as ‘classy.’ If both sides wanted to keep up a certain reputation, then neither partner would openly brag. Of course, Sara had more or less explained that concept earlier with the plug–proper on the outside, while still being less than proper in a more discreet way.

“She was naked?” Celeste asked. She raised an eyebrow, but patiently waited beyond that.

Easily spinning things from her own perspective, Sara nodded. “Of course. I had to dress Claudia from head to toe, including underwear. Plus she needed a good spanking before trying anything on.”

At that, Harriet finally spoke up. “Wait, you spanked her?!”

“Mm hmm,” Sara hummed, “She has a whole host of things that she needs to be punished for. And who better to carry out that punishment than her perfect sister?”

Asking the more important question, Celeste clarified to Claudia, “And you let her spank you?”

Thankfully, Claudia had trained for stuff like this. Years of hanging with her crowd had gotten her used to brushing off pretty much anything. Sometimes it was simply a matter of redirecting things back to the other person or, when called for, merely leaning into a taunt and taking away its power by owning it. It didn’t fully translate to preppy girl speak, but the basic concepts still applied. “Of course,” Claudia shrugged, “How could I turn down experiencing my sister’s kinky side. Sorry, my step-sister’s kinky side.” Because if Sara knew about the whole lesbian thing that Claudia thought she had been more low key about, then clearly her best friends would already know as well. “It was great. She had me over her desk, and-” A vibrating pulse below her waist caused her to falter. It was more from surprise than pleasure, but still enough to interrupt both her words and her train of thought. Sara had just used the plug on her! While the silicone toy had a remote that went with it, Claudia never expected her allegedly vanilla sister to know that. Especially since stealing everything from her room must have taken a bit of time. And yet, she had gone through the effort to explore things like Claudia’s little chest of toys. Either she had experimented with this and that to figure out why there was a remote in there, or maybe she had looked it up. Regardless, the hand tucked behind Sara’s back had to have control of the silicone teardrop that had been crudely pushed into Claudia’s ass. “-And she just fucking went for it.” Resisting the urge to turn to Sara, Claudia completed her thought. It had to be her sister, as she could see the other girls’ hands. Just like everything else Sara had put Claudia through so far, it was clear that the girl didn’t have many boundaries when it came to making her sister uncomfortable.

Sara sighed. “We talked about this, Claudia. ‘Vulgar language’ is on your list, remember?”

“Ooh, she has a list?” Celeste asked, “What else is on there?”

“Oh, you know,” Sara said, “Stuff like ‘slutty clothes,’ which we already rectified. We’re still working on her attitude and her swearing. There are some school things, too. You can take a look at it when we head upstairs; feel free to add anything, of course.”

“Of course,” Celeste smirked. She was starting to get the picture. “Are you the only one that’s allowed to spank her? I wouldn’t mind getting some revenge for all those times Claudia was rude to us.”

Assuming the other girls knew about her sexuality, Claudia went for a more suggestive response. “Would you like me naked for it?” she asked, “Because-” And then, Sara pressed another button. It was another pulse, rather than the kinds of vibrations Claudia preferred to give herself, but this one was more exaggerated than the previous one. Since the plug had been shoved in without lube, everything was a little more sensitive down there. Exhaling the slightest bit from the short wave of reluctant pleasure, she shot her sister a glare. “Because I thought only Sara was allowed to undress me and play with my ass.”

In response, Sara repeated the effectively sharp pulse. “Language, Claudia.” She managed to keep a straight face, even when Claudia subconsciously squeezed her hand with a bit of an eye flutter from the latest use of the remote. “And no, Celeste. You can’t spank her for revenge.” Right away, however, she clarified beyond that. “Because this isn’t about revenge. This is about teaching Claudia to be a proper and responsible girl. So you’re welcome to punish her for any swearing from here on out. This is her last warning on that front. But I’ve already set things up regarding her past transgressions.” With that, she switched the plug into a constantly vibrating state, but on the lowest and therefore most quiet setting.

Claudia was stunned, to say the least. While she was plenty shameless when it came to plenty of things, it’s not like she had ever been actively turned on in public. The pulses alone were enough to draw out a hint of warmth between her legs. It had to be purely physical, as she was pretty selective when it came to sex toys. She only kept the ones that worked well on herself, save for anything that could potentially be used on a partner. There was no way the secrecy was getting her off, as these were the last girls she cared about when it came to impressions. Also, how did Sara know what she was doing?! Did she practice enough with the remote to know how to use it by touch alone? Or was she merely guessing and/or pressing random buttons? Regardless, it was working more than Claudia would have liked. Especially once the dull yet constant vibrations kicked in, making her knees subtly buckle. She had enough self control to push back against the pleasurable sensations and keep her cool with the company present, but the element of surprise was going to make it an uphill battle.

“Shame,” Celeste muttered. She glanced at the girl to her left. “What about you, Harriet? Want a turn spanking Claudia, or will I only have to share with Sara?”

“Whatever,” Harriet shrugged, “Although it’s not like she has to be naked for it.”

“That’s right,” Sara said, “For once in her life, Claudia’s wearing a skirt. Honestly, I’m surprised you don’t wear them more often. You know, for the easy access and all that?”

“Because I’m a slut?” Claudia rolled her eyes.

Sara nodded. “A lesbian slut. But that access will work well tonight in other ways. The next time you swear, Clauds, it’s going to be skirt up and underwear down. I’ve already had a turn, so Celeste and Harriet will have to do rock, paper, scissors for it.”

“Celeste can have it,” Harriet said, “I can tell she wants it more.”

“Of course I do,” Celeste grinned, “It’s not every day that I get to spank a bottomless goth girl.”

The callback to some of Claudia’s own words weren’t lost on her, but the dull thrum of pleasure coursing through her body made it even more difficult to come up with a solid response. She was already playing Sara’s ‘proper and responsible’ game, and the physical distraction just further complicated things. It was always annoying when people incorrectly used the word ‘goth,’ as that’s not what she was, but it’s not like correcting it would teach any of these preppy girls the difference anyway. Although honestly, Claudia would prefer to be goth at the moment, if it meant getting out of Sara’s stuffy clothes.

“Well, ideally no one will be spanking dear Claudia. If she behaves as well as she is dressed, then we can all have a nice night together. Isn’t that right, sis?”

“Right,” Claudia muttered. This was not the deal. As soon as she and Sara were alone again, they were going to sort this out. Or maybe Claudia could just run upstairs and grab her phone from its hiding spot. Maybe it was time to pull the plug on this whole thing, both literally and figuratively, and simply leave. This had all seemed manageable at first, but letting it drag on all night long? With Celeste and Harriet here? That was a tall order.

“Mm hmm. We’ll see,” Celeste said, “So, what now?”

“Well, now that we’re all here . . . ” Sara trailed off. In the momentary silence, she pressed another button on the plug’s remote, “What do you all think? Stay in, or go out?”


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To the kitchen, to make snacks and drinks for a night in?

Out to the mall, for some public adventures?

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Chapter Ten

“I mean, we just got here,” Harriet pointed out, “Do we have to decide right now?”

“Or maybe Claudia should decide,” Celeste grinned, “Either way, she’s stuck with us, right?”

Claudia was only just able to process the question. So far, the remote control plug had been more of a nuisance than anything else. The fragments of reluctant pleasure had been outweighed by the fact that she was technically in public, albeit just with three girls in her own house. The prudish outfit and her current situation didn’t exactly put her in the most sexy headspace. Still, physical was physical, and the latest vibration pattern Sara had switched to was enough to make this more of a battle of self control.

She still had a reputation to maintain, especially while her current pink and preppy attire was thoroughly undermining her usual image. Steadying herself against the wave of pleasure that threatened to make her eyelids flutter, Claudia steeled herself and put on her classic annoyed look that she often used when Sara’s friends were around. “I really don’t care,” she said. ’Ugh! Managing to keep the groan internal, Claudia immediately checked to see if either of the girls had noticed. Apparently her body had been affected all the way up to her voice, and her words came out faintly weaker than the cold delivery she normally gave so effortlessly.

“So typical,” Sara said. The other girls might not have caught on yet, but Sara had been sisters with Claudia long enough to recognize the more subtle things. It was more about the shift in body language, as well as how obvious it was that the alternative girl was trying to keep her composure with every little curve thrown her way. “You know, girls, Claudia is quite the lesbian slut. In fact, I bet she’d get turned on by her own sister.”

Claudia’s impulse was to flip Sara off, or retort with at least one swear word involved, but she held herself back. The recent reminder about such language had been enough to make her hesitate this time around, as there were definitely some settings on the plug that Sara was saving for her twisted version of behavioral training. Instead, Claudia merely said, “Step-sister. And you were the one ogling my naked body earlier.”

Despite the lack of cursing, Sara sent another effective pulse with the remote. For a moment, it seemed like the timing was related to Claudia’s retort. However, Sara had something completely different in mind. Rather than relenting like before, she pressed the same button again. And again. Stepping just behind Claudia, Sara placed a hand on her shoulder and leaned forward so her lips were inches from her ear. As she did so, Sara smirked and gave a look to her two friends sitting on the sofa. Speaking in a stage whisper, so everyone could hear, she said, “You’re a fucking bitch, Claudia. And a dirty little whore.” With that, she flicked out her tongue to lick her step-sister’s ear, and cranked the plug to its highest setting.

Claudia didn’t realize what Sara was leading up to until it was too late. The toy penetrating her backside was already a lot to handle, as the more intense vibrations were making her knees go weak despite her efforts to keep her body’s urges under control. Unfortunately, bottling everything just made the eventual release that much more obvious when she could no longer keep things sealed.

Her ears were one of her weak spots. There was no way Sara knew that, which made her move a frustratingly lucky guess when paired with everything else. The insulting whispers in an overt and over-exaggerated sultry tone, the unexpected lick, and . . . Claudia wasn’t prepared for the way her sister capped things off, with an aggressive series of vibrations below. It wasn’t enough for an actual climax; she wasn’t that far gone. And yet, Claudia couldn’t stop a breathy moan from escaping her lips. She managed to keep her head from tilting back, and her eyes mostly remained open, but the damage was done nonetheless. Clearly everyone had heard her audible exhale of pleasure, and Claudia actually felt a little damp between her legs as well.

“Oh, my God!” Celeste gasped. Less in judgment, and more in amusement, based on her grin. “Seriously? That’s all it takes for her?!”

“Claudia!” Harriet chastised, although she also failed to stop the trace of a smile from appearing on her face, “What the fuck? She’s your sister.”

For a moment, Claudia was frozen. So far, she had gone through all of this so coldly and logically. Letting Sara spank her, plug her, and dress her. Letting Sara display her in the living room and explain things from only one point of view. Through all of it, Claudia had bitten her tongue and bided her time. Until this. The plug was literally still vibrating inside her at the high setting, and it wouldn’t be long until something more than a soft moan happened. She couldn’t just stand around and play along, not when Sara was taking things so far while not giving the slightest hint that this would be over any time soon. Without a light at the end of the tunnel, and after this latest turn of events, Claudia was finally coming to her senses.

It would have been better to storm off from the very beginning. Now Sara still had everything from before, plus had succeeded in everything that had followed Claudia stepping into the fully empty bedroom. Sunk cost fallacy only went so far, however. Better to call it quits before she lost even more of her dignity and, more importantly, before she truly lost control in front of Sara and her friends.

“I need to pee!” Claudia blurted out. It was quite unlike her usual brooding demeanor, but she didn’t care. Not waiting for permission, because she was a fucking adult, she abruptly stepped away from Sara and did her best to walk out of the room like a normal girl despite being plugged and turned on.

“Mm hmm,” Celeste taunted, “That’s what you have to do.”

“Come right back,” Sara said. She wasn’t going to attempt to stop her, then. “You’re ours for the night, remember? Until you prove you can be a proper girl, just like us.”

Harriet said something, too, but Claudia was already tuning all of them out. Although the nearest bathroom was just down the hall, she opted for the one up the stairs. Not that she actually planned on going in there. At the moment, her entire plan was to keep moving. The plug’s remote only had so much range, and putting herself farther away from Sara felt more efficient than dealing with the process of removing it while it was still vibrating. Also, how did Sara’s friends not hear anything? While Claudia’s cheeks muffled most of the sounds, it still felt like the hum of the sex toy was so obvious. Then again, she was the one it was being used on, so it could just feel more apparent to her while not being particularly noticeable to anyone else.

Claudia planned on stopping just to retrieve her phone, but she ended up just short of the linen closet. Clasping a hand over her mouth and leaning against the upstairs hallway wall for a moment, she breathed out a longer and more desperate moan than before. Sara had yet to turn the plug down from the high setting she had set it to downstairs, and it was getting to the point where Claudia was wondering if she could just take a minute or two to do what Celeste teasingly implied and get herself off in the solitude she had given herself.

No.

She needed to capitalize on the opportunity before one of the girls came to look for her. Legs still a bit shaky from the constant pleasure, Claudia pressed forward the last few feet to the closet. Her phone was still there. Good. She would have been beyond frustrated if Sara had somehow figured out where Claudia had stashed it.

As painful as it would be to let one of her friends see her like this, Claudia would have to deal. There was probably a way she could spin it as over the top irony, or roleplaying as her stuck-up sister, or something. For the time being, however, she merely stuffed the phone into her bra without giving it so much as a glance. First, she had to sneak out.

Going for her usual route, she next made her way into her bare bedroom and gave the finger to the camera in the upper corner. She opened the window and gripped the sill for a few long seconds as she continued to combat the waves of pleasure coursing through her body. Still in range, then. Swinging one leg over followed by the other, assuming her limbs wouldn’t give out that much once she put herself in escape mode, Claudia climbed out onto the roof and carefully stepped over to the nearby tree after belatedly making sure no neighbors or preppy girls were watching. Taking a huge breath, not loving the idea of doing this while she was turned on, Claudia took a little solace in the thought that the descent would probably mess Sara’s nice clothes a little bit.

It was only two stories, and she could practically make it down blindfolded at this point. Even with shaky legs, it only took twenty seconds or so before her feet were on the ground. Claudia was used to leaving at night, so it was only easier in broad daylight. She let out a quiet sigh of relief. It was still going to be annoying to walk around plugged until she found somewhere private to deal with that, but she’d probably be out of the remote’s range after a few yards.

The momentary victory was ruined, however, when Sara’s voice pierced her thoughts of where to head next before contacting her skater friends from earlier. “You’re so fucking predictable,” Sara scoffed. She was on the stairs of the front porch, already making her way down and towards Claudia. “For real, sis? I know this is what you do like every other night.”

“Screw you, Sara!” Claudia snapped, “I’m leaving.”

“Like hell you are.” Sara narrowed her eyes and didn’t once break her stride as she crossed the edge of the yard. Remote still in hand, she made a show of pressing a button that switched things from the nonstop vibrations to pulses that were equally as assertive. Something to keep Claudia off balance, just as she had gotten used to the former variety. “I’m not done with you yet. Proper girls don’t climb trees in nice outfits, and they certainly don’t moan in polite company.”

“You’re one to talk . . . ” It was far more difficult to retort when she was still dealing with everything below her waist. Maybe taking it out would have been the better idea after all.

“That’s enough. You’re coming back inside. Right now.”

“And you’re going to make me?”

At that, Sara smirked. “If I have to.”


What does Sara have in mind?

Using Claudia’s handcuffs and locking her wrists together?

Dragging her back inside by her hair?

Or finishing the job that the plug started?

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Chapter Eleven

It all happened so quickly.

First, Sara pressed something on the remote that caused Claudia to gasp in reluctant pleasure from the sequence of pulses that worked in all the right ways down below. It wasn’t quite as effective as whatever her step-sister had done in the living room, but it was enough to make Claudia’s knees go weak for a moment.

That was the only opening Sara needed. She lunged forward and grabbed Claudia’s hair, making sure to get her fingers deep into the long, dark locks before clamping into the tightest grip she could. “You’re coming with me, bitch,” she hissed. Sara yanked Claudia sideways towards the house, aiming to knock her totally off balance for the next part.

Claudia’s little gasps of lust were nothing compared to the sharp intake of air in response to her hair being handled in such a way. While she was very much into a variety of kinky things, including some pain play she had experimented with, the alternative girl was used to her partners showing at least a little restraint. And, while it’s not like Sara was a partner in that sense, that’s the way Claudia’s thoughts were leaning thanks to the sensations of the plug that persisted in keeping her perpetually turned on.

Regardless of how warm she was between her legs, however, this was way too hard. Just like how her ass was not prepared for the aggressive spanking, Claudia didn’t know how to handle her hair being pulled with absolutely no hesitation or mercy. “Sara!!” she exclaimed, “What the fuck?! Let go!” Her voice came across a little more shrill than she was expecting, and it was difficult to sound intimidating in general when she was being manhandled in such a way.

“Language, Claudia,” Sara grunted. While she had a solid grasp on Claudia’s hair, that didn’t mean that maintaining it was effortless. Not only did Sara have to keep herself and Claudia positioned in a way that would avoid her sister getting a good angle to kick or scratch, but she also needed to drag the girl back inside. They were fairly close in height, although Sara was the only one that worked out in the more traditional sense. A little more tone only helped so much, of course, so she was mostly relying on the advantage of using Claudia’s hair against her. “And no breaking curfew!” While it was still light outside, this was a different kind of curfew. As she had texted earlier to inform her irresponsible sister, Sara was in charge for the weekend. And that meant Claudia couldn’t leave the house unless given express permission.

Claudia did her best to twist and squirm, although she found that her struggling ended up hurting her hair even more whenever she pulled the wrong direction against the way Sara was tugging her backwards. She also only had one hand, as her phone was still in the other. That was her only lifeline to her friends that were still expecting her back at the skatepark, and it wasn’t worth doing anything that would crack the screen and/or do any other kind of damage. Smartphones were annoyingly delicate, and she was now regretting her decision not to switch back to her more durable flip phone. Texting and calling was honestly enough; she had other tech for the rest. But for the time being, she couldn’t bring herself to swing with that arm or drop the device to free up her second hand.

As her calf banged into the base of the porch stairs, Claudia snapped, “Ow! SARA. You-” And then her breath hitched as another wave of pleasure coursed through her. As painful as it was to be yanked around in such a way, her hair was also a weak spot of sorts. That, paired with the plug that was stuck on whatever setting Sara had last switched it to, and Claudia’s body was completely betraying her. It was still mostly the toy doing the work, but that didn’t change the fact that her preppy bitch of a step-sister was involved in the process.

Whenever Claudia resisted too much or moved in a way that Sara didn’t like, she gave a sharp twist with her hand and kept working her way up the short staircase with Claudia in tow. The door was still cracked from the way Sara had rushed out to stop her sister from doing something stupid and selfish like running away. Since she was still focused on Claudia, it took a couple blind swipes behind her to find the crack and open the door the rest of the way. “This is for your own good, Claudia,” Sara said. She gave a hard jerk to Claudia’s hair to get the girl through the threshold and back into the house.

“Let. GO.” Claudia tried to put some power behind the words, but once again came up short. Her panties were still embarrassingly damp from the combination of pain and pleasure, and her cheeks were flushed from both the struggle and the fact that the current ordeal with Sara was resulting in such physical confusion. It wasn’t even their relationship, as it was such a recent marriage between their parents; Claudia’s main issue was that Sara was the worst, which made it all kinds of frustrating that the unnecessarily proper girl was eliciting such reactions.

“So dramatic,” Sara scoffed. She didn’t let up in the slightest. Not bothering with the door for now, she continued to drag Claudia backwards down the hall and towards the living room she had recently fled. “We’ll make a good girl out of you yet.” She got the two of them around the corner, then pivoted on her heel while simultaneously wrenching Claudia’s hair to the side.

Claudia didn’t realize what was happening at first. The abrupt scalp pain caused her to follow the harsh movements in an attempt to lessen how her roots were being abused, which resulted in her facing the room with Sara suddenly behind her. Harriet was still relaxing on the sofa, but Celeste was casually waiting in the middle of the room. Out of nowhere, Sara let go of Claudia’s hair, placed both hands on her back, and shoved her forward.

Although having her hair back to herself was a relief, it was hardly a reprieve. Still off balance from being dragged through the house, especially after being spun around so roughly, Claudia was not ready for the unexpected momentum. The forceful push had her stumbling from the very first step, and there was a good chance she was going to wipe out before finding her balance again.

Except Celeste was in the way. Claudia ended up crashing into the girl and, in a shocking turn of events she was not prepared for in the slightest, Celeste kissed her.

Claudia couldn’t help herself. She instantly started making out with the girl.

There were SO many things she should have done instead. Stepped back and slapped Celeste for the audacity. Swiveled around and screamed at Sara for what her step-sister had just put her through. Shoved Celeste aside and used the forward trajectory to race through the room towards the side door. As awkward as running in a tight skirt was, Claudia wasn’t the only one dressed in preppy clothes. She could still get away and put this stupid afternoon behind her; in retrospect, she should have left the second Sara tried to boss her around.

Rather than doing any of that, Claudia was kissing a girl who wasn’t even remotely her type. And doing it in front of Sara; Harriet, too, although she was less of a concern.

Claudia knew it was wrong. Not that she had any issues with girls that didn’t dress or act like her; in fact, making out with seemingly prudish girls was often fun. Either she could rock their world if they were inexperienced, or be pleasantly surprised that they were more than they appeared. Celeste was absolutely the latter. The problem was the current audience, as well as Claudia’s headspace. This was definitely not the time to be fooling around with Celeste of all people.

And yet, Claudia went for it. Her body was on fire, and another girl pressing up against her and meeting her lips was enough to flip a switch that was impossible to ignore. Everything around her disappeared as she hummed a deep moan into the kiss. Her hands wrapped around Celeste’s body and, as if she wasn’t dealing with enough, the plug began vibrating so hard and so fast that Claudia desperately clung to the girl in order to stop her legs from giving out.

Celeste broke the kiss long enough to mutter, “That’s the best you can do?” With that, she plunged her tongue back into Claudia’s mouth and grasped her hair.

Being challenged was effective enough, considering how competitive Claudia could get, as well as how easily annoyed she was by Sara and her friends. The subsequent roughness then heightened the feeling by mixing in the physical side of things. Their tight embrace was already doing plenty for her, but the new hand in her hair worked particularly well when Claudia was still sensitive from the recent abuse. Determined to show just how fucking good she was when it came to passionately kissing a girl, temporarily blind to how there was probably a reason why Celeste had pounced on her in such a way, Claudia sunk her fingers into the girl’s back and deepened their kiss.

The whole thing ended as quickly as it began. First, Claudia felt her phone being yanked out of her hand; she hadn’t done a very good job maintaining her grip on it anyway, as she had been more focused on pulling Celeste in than anything else. Then Sara’s voice cut through the haze. “Got it! You’re good, Celeste. Unless you’re into it?”

Just like that, Celeste pulled away with a bit of a scoff. It sounded just as preppy as the kind Sara made. “Please. She’s a terrible kisser.” Brushing Claudia’s arms away and detaching herself as efficiently as possible, Celeste took a couple steps back. “You’d think a lesbian slut would be better at playing with girls.”

Claudia’s eyes flared. “You-”

“Shush, Claudia.” Sara now had two phones in her hand–the one she had taken from Claudia, and her own that she was holding up with a smirk. “I just got some great shots of you fucking around with my friend. Even if you’re bad at kissing, I’ll admit you look decent on camera.”

It had been a trap. Obviously. Although even after being snapped back to reality and insulted to boot, the plug was still vibrating away inside her. Just like before, it was a struggle to concentrate and act aloof when her body was still screaming at her for release.

Before Claudia could figure out how to respond to that while still reeling from the fact that she had apparently been so turned on that she just made out with Celeste instead of stopping to wonder why her sister’s friend would initiate a kiss, Sara went on, “Hmm, so what should we do about this? Two phones means so many contacts!”


Who should Sara send a message to?

Their parents, to expose Claudia’s secret lesbian habits?

Sara’s friends, to brag about her accomplishments thus far?

Or Claudia’s friends, to show her new preppy style and why she’s bailing on them tonight?


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