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You realize the decision has already been made for you. Dirk isn't going to give up on his willing fleshlight and deep down, you don't want him too.

You get a naughty idea and it's too tempting to resist. You decide to drown the regrets with more drunken debauchery. You raid your dad's liquor cabinet, knowing there will be Hell to pay when he gets home, but after a few belts of bourbon, you don't care. You feel unburdened by fear or regret or inhibitions, and you feel free to be honest with yourself about how much you loved sucking cock...how nasty and dirty and slutty and girly it made you feel. Oooh yes, especially that last one has you dying to explore the feeling further...and what better place to start than your slutty sister's room?

You stumble upstairs between swigs of bourbon. Brandi always dressed slutty and now that she's off at college, what better place to explore your slutty side? You strip naked, the cool air practically turning to steam on your sizzling skin. You rummage through her panty drawer eagerly, pulling out lace panties, nylon leggings, silk boyshorts, skimpy thongs, peekaboo panties, and all sorts of other goodies. You have never done this before, and you aren't sure you know where to start. You decide to try on a few pairs to see how they feel before you explore further.

You take a few more swigs for courage, the room is spinning a little so you sit on her bed to slip on a pair of light blue silk boyshorts, the manliest panties you found. They cup your full ass so enticingly that you can't help but grope yourself. You imagine Dirk groping you after discovering you in your sister's panties and that image combined with the silk sliding against your throbbing cock, causes you to fill Brandi's boyshorts with a sticky load. You lie on the bed, letting the euphoria wash over you and bracing yourself for the inevitable wave of shame and regret...but it never comes...

Giddy with the realization that you can just keep playing and not worry about the post cummy glummies, you begin trying on all of Brandi's panties. Writhing as you feel the different materials caress your soft skin...preening and pouting in the mirror, until you get curious enough to try on some more clothes. By the time you end up with a red silk g string, sheer black nylon hose, a pretty pink lace bra, and a platinum blonde shoulder length wig, you look good enough to fuck...which gives you another naughty idea.

You rummage through the closet finding a plethora of playthings, but settling on a modestly sized set of anal beads. Ever since Dirk's hand slipped under your tights you've had this curious craving you couldn't quite place. Or more accurately, you were afraid to. Now with your liquid courage coursing through your veins, you know exactly where your craving is...and how to fill it.

You lie on Brandi's bed, watching yourself in her mirrored ceiling...seriously what a slut! Then again, you look pretty slutty yourself, writhing on silk sheets in trashy, mismatched lingerie, lubing your tight, virgin hole with drool dripping fingers. You push the first bead in with a painful PLOP. You grimace, but your cock twitches in your panties, which is enough for you to keep going...

PLOP Wet whimpers fall from your parted lips as searing pain slow dances with sweltering pleasure. It hurts more than it pleases, but another swig of bourbon is enough lubrication to push through...

PLOP "Eep!" They get bigger as they go, making your asshole stretch further and each bead feel like your first time being penetrated. You stare at your reflection in the mirror...she doesn't seem to be in pain...quite the opposite. Flushed, panting, throbbing and drooling...she just looks like she's starving for more. You decide to feed her...

PLOP "Fuck meeeeeEeeeeeEEEEE!" You find a sweet spot buried deep inside, the source of the cravings as well as its own little central nervous system, rewriting every nerve and neuron to forever process pure pleasure in an entirely new way...

PLOP

PLOP

PLOP Every bead forces a shuddery spurt into your sister's panties and a complete rewriting of your sexual orientation. You have never felt anything so profoundly perfect, so all encompassingly erotic, so terrifyingly and tremendously transforming...its an euphoric evangelism, you give your soul and are reborn.

You lie spent on Brandi's bed, drunk and drooling and somehow still horny for more. You don't want this night to end...but you're in no shape to keep this up. You need a helping hand, or more helpfully, a hard cock. You consider drunk dialing Dirk for a late night booty call, and it seems like such a good idea you don't know why you didn't think of it hours ago. Then again...maybe inviting a stoner sociopath over in the middle of the night isn't the best idea. Maybe you should just sleep it off.