Step onto that dark path

Mom didn't get the meaning of her comment, and Sam was too busy recovering from almost cuming to notice.

All my instincts, honed from years of being teased and toyed with, were telling me not to go. Screaming at me to stay, to get away from this crazy girl who was so clearly nothing but trouble.

Unfortunately after receiving a clothed footjob under the table, I wasn't in the listening to rational thoughts mood. I was in the ‘do anything to get your dick wet’ mood.

“I'd be okay with that.”

“Wait.” Sam had straightened herself up now. “You can't seriously expect me to just show up to a party with my brother clinging to my arm!”

“And why not?” Mom leaned back, eyes narrowing. “What goes on at these parties that your brother can't be a part of?”

“He's… it's not that anything bad is happening… he just… he doesn't know anybody there!”

“And neither do you. So it'll be a great opportunity for the both of you to make some more friends.” Mom had her cornered now. She was scarcely good at doing that when she wanted to be.

“I think we'll all have a lot more fun going together Ms. Farley. It's a great idea.” Candi nodded her head in agreement with her own statement. “And we are in fact going to be a little late to it now. You wouldn't mind if we excused ourselves now would you?”

“Oh of course dear. Run along and go have your fun. Just remember to be home by 11.”

Well all knew to take yes for an answer. Rushing out of our chairs and saying thank you before she could change her mind. I wanted to go upstairs and get changed but Sam grabbed me by the collar and dragged me to Candi's car before I got the chance. She practically threw me into the backseat, walking around and slamming her door as she got in the front.

“What the fuck was that?”

“I got us out of there, didn't I?” Candi turned the key to start her shitbox of a car. The engine rumbling but failing to ignite. “Besides, I wanted to make a good impression with your mom.”

“You didn't have to agree to bringing that dweeb along.” She side eyed me. Daring me to say something about her comment. I wasn't going to say anything when she was in this mood. Experience told me nothing good would come from it.

“She was pushing for it, and I had to say something.” She tried again to start the car. The road of the engine piddling out into a puff and squeak. “You weren't offering anyway out of there.”

“Yeah and who's fault was that!”

“I don't know.” She looked back at me in the corner of her eye and smiled. “Why don't you tell us all what had you so distracted then?”

That took some of the fire out of her. Sam paused for a moment,looking at me through the rear view mirror.

“It doesn't matter.”

“No no no. You don't like how I got us out of there, so let's hear why you were so distracted you couldn't do it yourself.”

I was beginning to feel like I did back when dad was still around. Awkwardly stuck in the backseat while he and mom fought it out. This really wasn't what I'd been expecting when I agreed to come along.

“I'm not going to-”

The strike came swift and strong. A slap across her face with a sting that resonated with me. It was shocking, yet not entirely unexpected.

What was unexpected was Sam's reaction to it. I expected her to explode and tear into Candi, or maybe to fold and shyly turn away from both of us. I never would have expected to see a look of such clear ecstasy on her face in the wake of that painful slap.

“Are you a good girl?” Candi asked her. Talking to her like she was a dog.

“Y…yes.” Sam's voice was weak. Her hand touching her face where she'd been slapped. Not touching it out of shock or pain, but touching it like it was something to be cherished.

Another slap on the other cheek came down, just as hard. Her head turned with it to face me and I could see her expression mid strike. Eyes closed and eyebrows raised. I couldn't believe it. My sister of all people was getting off on this.

“Yes what, baby?”

“Yes mistress.” The words came out so quickly, so obediently. Like she was under a spell. “I'm sorry for not doing as I was told.”

“That's my good girl.” Candi leaned over and started making out with her. Holding her by the back of her head and kissing her as passionately as I'd ever seen. Mid kiss she opened her eyes and looked back at me. Raising her eyebrows twice and she stuck her tongue in my sister's mouth.

Candi broke away from the kiss first and my sister tried to follow her. **** for more. Candi ignored her and started the car, the engine finally starting with a large bang.

“Finally, let's get the fuck out of here.”

“I still think we should just drop him off somewhere and go on our own. He's really going to bring the vibes down with how lame he is.”

This was so weird. At the turn of a dime she was back to being her normal bratty self. Like she hadn't just been slapped twice and made to call her girlfriend mistress right in front of me.

“The kid just needs to get out and get some real word experience.”

“I'm right here and I'm the same age as both of you.”

“Does he have to come with us?” Sam continued. Ignoring the one comment I'd found the courage to make.

“Yes.” One word, but it carried so much authority. Sam pouted, but she relented. Something I'd never been able to get her to do.

I was getting a sense of who Candi was now. She had said she always got what she wanted, but it felt more accurate to say she always took what she wanted. And I don't think she gave a damn about the consequences.

“Alright buckle up back there.” Candi stepped on it. Revving down the quiet streets of our neighbourhood.

“I like to ride this baby harder than your sister.”