A weird dream come true

Sarah leaves to shower, complaining that she just showered at the gym after her team workout. Having done less and not wanting to go near the communal showers of the dorm unnecessarily, I just use some wet wipes to clean up and toss off my panties to be completely naked.

And then I notice my phone. Close enough to where I just lost my virginity to have heard every single whimper and thrust. I pick it up tentatively… and there is no one on the line. I relax. I don’t know when she hung up but she did. I think briefly that I could look at how long the call lasted to figure out when she hung up, but my sense of time was shot after such an emotional deflowering so I doubt doing so would help. Besides, did I really want to know? Sure, I was weirdly happy with the end result. But that doesn’t change the fact that she gave me away like a… well, an old toy.

I shouldn’t think like that. She’s still my mom. But then again, Sarah hates my parents. I’m sure she’d be happy to have me hate them too. And being gifted to someone else like an object has to be some kind of deal breaker for the parent child bond. Besides, what good is a gift that isn’t loyal to its recipient? Okay, that’s it. From now on I hate my parents. I never went through a rebellious phase so I don’t really know how this is supposed to work. I guess I can ask Sarah later, she has tons of practice.

Deciding I should get ready for bed I pull out my Pikachu onesie. I slip into it and enjoy the feeling of fluffy cloth on my body. I lift up its hood to feel even more secure and grab the ears to tug down on for no more reason than to fiddle with something. Sarah chooses that moment to walk in on me. Closing the door she laughs at my embarrassed face. “I was wondering what you would be doing without me. I should’ve known you’d want to wrap yourself up for me.”

I shyly smile. I am finding I really like being the gift that keeps on giving. But… my pussy is still really sore. She might not literally have broken me, but I’m not eager to go another round even if her eyes on me make me feel sexy as hell. “Can we just cuddle? It still hurts.”

“Sure,” Sarah throws off her cloths quickly, “as long as you don’t mind cuddling naked.”

“… I don’t mind if you’re naked!” I try to say it calmly, but can’t help but stare down at my bed to avoid ogling her large breasts and massive cock.

“That’s good, but I meant you. Your big sis wants some skin-ship. Don’t move though. I want to unwrap my present.” I shouldn’t be affected by this, considering I’m still battered down below from her previous conquest, but I can’t help but feel my whole body heat up as she pushes me down and begins to undress me. Once she pulls the onesie off of my last leg, she joins me on my bed and pulls me on top of her. “I used to have a weighted blanket, but it was too much of a pain to bring it here. You don’t mind right?” She pulls my head down between her breasts.

“N… no. This is fine. You’re very… comfortable.” Her arms are wrapped around me, pinning my arms to my side. So I have **** but to hide my blushing and smiling face in her cleavage.

“That’s good, but if I’m going to be comfortable too I need to make one quick adjustment.” My legs are spread to either side of her hips, but she reaches down and uses her legs to help push my legs together so her legs are on the outside. Then her hand reaches between our two crotches and… oh. I feel her semi stiff cock get pushed between my thighs, resting against my pussy. “Keep my dick nice and warm with those thighs, okay baby.” She then sits up slightly to place a kiss on my forehead before lying back down, pulling my light Pokémon blanket over us, and hitting the light.

In the dark, I reach out with my limited arm movement and grab the first plushie I can find with both hands on either side of me, pulling them in close. With her arms around me, it’s like I’m her plushie. I giggle softy at the thought, rub my face against her soft mounds, and go to sleep dreaming of Gardevoire putting ribbons in Kirlia’s hair.

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The next week was… interesting. We don’t have sex again, but Sarah fulfills one of my sister based fantasies by showing me how to do makeup. She likes me wearing thick mascara, black eye shadow with a bit of blue highlights, bright red lipstick, and blush. I have to be careful because, as Sarah says, it’s a style very close to being a whore, so I shouldn’t go too heavy on it. Of course she said that while squeezing my ass and smiling at me, so I don’t think she would mind me being her whore.

She also looked through my wardrobe and helped me build some new outfits. But I think she was a little disappointed I didn’t have more revealing cloths. So now I’m waiting in my room looking at our mirror. My makeup covered face fits my red hair very well, and the black tank top with the belly cut away that Sarah gave me looks… well it looks skimpy. I have it over my blue Pokémon skirt with all the little original Pokémon pictures, but now it’s been folded and pinned to stop at my mid thigh, instead of its knee length. With the unzipped Pikachu jacket on top I look more like a Pokéslut than a Pokéfan.

I blush and smile shyly at the thought, which doesn’t really make me look less slutty. And the feel of my shirt over my braless nipples doesn’t make me feel less slutty… but Sarah likes me not wearing underwear. The short skirt is a bit terrifying for that reason. I look down at my white Pikachu and Eevee embroidered stockings and black Mary Jane style shoes, to which I had added little clips of Pikachu and Eevee heads. I had other Pokémon clips, but best to match the stockings.

Am I really going to go outside looking like this? Sarah walks in and immediately squeezes my ass under my skirt as soon as the door closes. Then she pulls me close and kisses me deeply. She breaks it off, “hey sexy, ready to be my cute little bit of arm candy for this party?” Her hands run under my shirt as she holds me close.

“I… I don’t know if I could say anything. I don’t handle parties well. And being dressed like this…” it’s hard to get my full thoughts out as she gropes my tits.

Sarah chuckles down at me. “Don’t worry baby, I know you’re not a talker. I just want to show off that cute little ass. No talking needed. I’ve been bragging about my cute little sister, but no one believes me when I tell them you’re the Pokémon girl. We show up, I introduce you as my sister, you just nod and be your quiet self, and I get to rub it in their faces for calling me a liar.”

“But… do I have to dress like this for that?”

“Yes.” She says it with such finality, I guess it must be true. She quickly changes into her own party outfit, tight jeans with a brown belt and oversized buckle, a grey tube top, and her jean jacket. With practiced ease she applies her makeup, similar to my own but her darker skin tone makes it naturally more subtle around the eyes even with more blue highlights. Then she holds out her arm and I dutifully hold onto her.

We walk down to my car, as Sarah plans to drink, and I drive us off campus following her directions. She eventually has me park outside of a large house with music blaring. Most of the party seems to be in the back yard, which looks like it borders a forest. We get out and I take her arm again.

I can’t help but tighten my grip as we walk closer. She looks down at me and smiles. “It’s okay, your big sister will protect you. Just hold on and keep being sexy.” I smile back at her, but while she does make me feel good, my nervousness doesn’t really go away. It’s a giant party, and she brought me here without underwear and a short skirt. I can’t sit down this whole party, or get too cold with this shirt.

We make it inside, and the noise is everywhere. Everyone is moving, and talking, and laughing. I hug Sarah’s arm even harder, **** to not have any chance of being shaken free or being left behind. We make it through the house, but the backyard isn’t much better. Everyone is crowded around a decent sized pool and a makeshift bar, which Sarah makes her way to.

“Yo, where’s the beer? Give me two of those.” Sarah effortlessly gets two beer cans and downs the first one rapidly. I don’t know how anyone but me heard her over the noise. I have tried to look around, but at this point I give up and just look down to the ground as I cling to Sarah. “Okay, let’s find someone I know.”

Thankfully Sarah leads me past the pool into the yard. It’s still crowded, but it’s better than the pool area. We walk around a bit as she looks for any of her friends and I analyze the condition of the grass. Pretty nice yard honestly. My analysis is hampered a bit by the setting sun, but I am pretty confident in my ability to judge all kinds of floors and grounds, especially those at parties. I’m a bit of an expert.

Finally Sarah finds her friends. “What up bitches! I brought my sister!” She brings me over to three pairs of shoes in front of me, all sneakers. I kind of wish I had worn my Pokémon sneakers, they would have been better on the grass.

“Oh hey girl. Nice to meet you. Sarah told us about you.”

“Yeah, she’s here but don’t expect conversation. I told you she doesn’t do parties. She only came because I asked her to. Don’t be surprised if we head out early.”

“Come on, she can’t be…” Sarah lifts her arm, forcing me to let go. So I move closer and hug her around the waist, burying my face into her shoulder and fully turning my back on the talking sneakers. “… that shy. Huh. Okay then. So how are you two sisters?” Reasonable question, we look nothing alike. She’s tall, I’m short. She has curly hair and mine is straight. She’s muscular and busty, I’m scrawny and almost flat. She has brown chocolaty skin while I’m pale from fear of sunlight. We do both have black hair, but mine is dyed red so they have no way to know that. I feel Sarah lower her arm and rest her hand around my waist, keeping me close.

“Foster system, her parents took me in. They’re virtue signaling asses, but she’s alright. Just shy turned up to eleven, but honestly that’s kind of cute. If you ever see anyone hit on her let me know, I guarantee it’s not welcome since she doesn’t date.”

I close my eyes and begin tuning the conversation out. It’s not like I can see anything but Sarah’s jean jacket anyways, and even if I’m the subject of conversation I’m still not part of it. I’m starting to think some noise canceling ear buds or headphones might help me handle the noise better. I should look for that online later. Actually, that sounds nice for lots of places. Ah, but people would think I’m weird. Well, weirder.

Finally Sarah begins to pull me somewhere. I guess I missed the end of the conversation. Oh well. At least Sarah got to show my existence to her friends. But my grip around her waist and me facing a different direction than her makes walking hard for both of us. So I reach down to her arm around my waist and twist myself around to once more be hugging her arm instead. And… where are we going? The sun is now down, albeit barely, but we aren’t heading towards the noise of the house. Actually we are going away from it, and the ground beneath me is becoming more untamed. I glance up and realize we are heading into the forest.