Still very fucked up

It’s been two weeks since Sarah reaffirmed my faith in our sisterly bond. And it’s been amazing. She still leaves my body sore every night, and I’m still seen as a slut by the rest of the school. Actually, her friends sometimes watch and shoot videos, so if anything they think I’m more of a slut. But, Sarah now makes sure we also hug and cuddle, and she helped me do my nails! Nice and pink. Everything is going great.

Class just finished, so I just need to leave and… “Samantha, the counselors office would like to speak with you.” My thoughts are interrupted by my professor. “If you can, go to them right away. They will be waiting for you in the main administration building.”

A walk and several anxious hallways later, I find myself sitting in a chair across from a stern looking woman. “Samantha. We need to talk about certain… activities you’ve been engaged in on campus. We’ve recently gotten our hands on certain videos. Videos that show you clearly on campus. Under the bleachers of the athletic field.”

I… I… escape. Can’t. Not excused. Escape. Not allowed to leave. My brain is freezing up as several warring impulses vie for dominance. Tears begin streaming down my face, both in horror at being confronted by the school about this and internal frustration of being unable to even react.

“Wait, it’s okay. It’s not the end, we just need you to not do those things on campus. We have no say in your sex life. We just can’t have this kind of public exposure happening here.” She sounds a little flustered, probably not expecting the campus slut to be capable of embarrassment, let alone be consumed by it.

I pull my legs up to curl into a ball on the chair. Hiding my face in my knees, I cry some more. The lady keeps talking, but I don’t catch much of it. Something about ****? No, I’m not on any ****. Not really capable of thinking or reacting anymore, I just stay. The party was more intense, with countless people seeing me naked. But this was a lower, more existential dread. The authorities had seen me naked. They talk to my mom and dad. They might know I was naked. And doing adult things. No. No no no. I don’t want to think about this.

I lose track of time in my panicked haze. Until Sarah shows up. “Hey little sis. Come on, let me see your face.” Her voice washes over my mind like a cool ocean breeze. My brain unlocks a bit and I stand up to give her a big hug.

“Oh thank god.” The counselors voice manages to register. “Is she going to be okay?”

Sarah rubs my back. “Yeah, her boyfriend is way kinkier than her. She’s a little softy and lets him talk her into things she’d never do on her own. Don’t worry though, I’ll talk to him and make sure he doesn’t pressure her to do anything like this again.”

Sarah and the counselor keep talking for a bit, but I just enjoy being in Sarah’s arms. Finally she guides me out in her arms. We walk wordlessly back to our room before it dawns on me in a more concrete way, the school saw the videos, which means my parents saw the videos. My parents know. I sob again.

Sarah hugs me tight and sits with me on her bed. I calm down a little, safe in big sis’s arms. Once I’m down to sniffles, I realize Sarah should be at practice right now. I check my phone to see the time… practice is over. How much time must have passed between my brain locking down and them deciding to get Sarah? I look up at Sarah, and she smiles at me and pushes a hair out of my face. “Want me to brush your hair? Or do your makeup?”

She’s being so nice. But I know she must be backed up. She loves having me suck her cock, and making her feel good might make me feel better. I shake my head and slide down to my knees in front of her. I pull out her cock from her track pants, and am hit with a slight floral scent. I must have been frozen for a while if Sarah had time to shower.

I kiss her cock head, and then look up at her. “What did the counselor say?” I was there… but I wasn’t really there. Maybe focusing on Sarah’s pleasure will help me hear this without breaking down. I take her fully in my mouth and run my tongue around while sucking.

Sarah chuckles. “She wanted to know if you were being abused by your boyfriend. I said no, since you like being my toy. She wanted to know if you had any trouble at home recently. I told her you had a falling out with your parents. Which is also true in a way since you’re mine now. Beyond that it was just some questions about your history with doing things like this, which I just answered truthfully that it only started in college.”

I’m so glad Sarah is here to help me. I suck hard while pulling her cock out, resulting in a slight wet pop sound as it slides out of my mouth entirely “did they tell my parents?” I quickly take her back in, needing the focus to keep from crying at the thought. I know I’m supposed to hate them now, but it’s not really a switch I can just flip.

“No baby, you’re 18 now. The school doesn’t go tattle to its students mommy and daddies anymore. They only have your parents contact info for emergencies. And billing, although to them that’s probably the same as an emergency.” I chuckle at her joke. Her hands run through my hair as I suck and lick her for my mental fortitude, rather than just her pleasure. Although I want her to be pleased too, so I make sure to push a little deeper and constrict my throat on the head of her cock.

“Not that it matters. The school doesn’t need to tell them about your videos. I’ve made sure your mom got a copy of them all.”

My throat clinched shut, and I freeze. Staring up at Sarah, I can’t really move, or think. My parents know. They saw. They saw. I can’t… what… I feel my eyes well with tears of frustration as my brain screeches to a halt.

“Shh shh. Baby, just focus on my voice, and my cock. You’ll feel better if you suck on it. Keep licking, good girl.” With little else moving in my mind, her words go through unimpeded with the **** of absolute law, instantly manifesting in reality as I resume sucking her cock. She gently holds my head steady so I can better suckle without worrying about any thrusting motion.

“I reached out to your mom a few weeks ago and gave her my new number. No, don’t stop. Keep sucking your big sister. Just focus on my cock in your mouth.” I do my best to obey, sucking harder as my mind comes alive again just enough to begin panicking again. “Don’t listen to me, just hear it. Focus on my cock. Good girl. Good girl. Your mom keeps texting me, asking how I’m doing. What I’m interested in. If I’m coming home for the holidays.” I try and focus on her cock, licking her furiously to distract myself from her words. Don’t listen, just hear. I can do that. Maybe. I swirl my tongue around her head. “I don’t text anything back, I just respond with pictures. Pictures of my cute little sister. Good girl. Pictures of you being a perfect little sister, just like now. I’ve even emailed her the longer videos.” Sarah keeps smiling down at me as she talks in a calming voice. I’m trying to hear without listening, but it’s hard. I **** myself forward to distract myself with her deep down my throat. I now have to focus on my breathing more, a great distraction.

Sarah pulls out her phone and points it right at my face. “Actually, I’m getting low on things they haven’t seen. Don’t worry, just keep sucking. I’ll take care of your parents. You just take care of my cock, and let me worry about everything else.” The parts of my brain that had begun to recover melt away. It’s not just a camera, it’s a camera I know is going to send what it sees right to my mom’s screen. I can’t think anymore. My brain refuses to. I just suck. Her hand on my head begins to move, and I compliantly begin to bob my head as Sarah keeps her phone pointing at my face.

She begins talking again, but it’s hard to even register her words anymore. “Hmm yeah. Such a good little sister. The perfect toy, the perfect gift from your parents. You’re happy your mom and dad gave you away to be my sexy little cock sucker aren’t you? You love taking my cock don’t you? You love swallowing my cum, right?” With each question she forces herself down my throat faster, bobbing my head in a crude mockery of a nod.

Rapidly fucking my throat, she quickly reaches climax and pulls out enough to fill my mouth as I feel her cock pulse on my lips. After she covers my tongue in several blasts, she pulls out further to get the last few weak spurts onto my face. She looks happily down at me as she breathes heavily in post climax bliss. “Show me.” Her hand slides from atop my head to my jaw, grabbing me firmly and gently applying pressure to help my addled mind comprehend her words. My mouth opens wider, showing the flavor soaking into my tongue. “Swallow.” Getting my thoughts a bit more in order, I still appreciate her hand pushing my mouth closed gently. As my lips close, my brain catches up with her command. Without further thought, I swallow it all. Then I swirl my tongue around my mouth to get more saliva to wash away the rest of the cum, and swallow that too. Sarah’s eyes on me help me instinctively understand her next command, negating the need for her to say it as my mouth falls open to show my compliance.

“Perfect. Now, thank your mommy for giving you to me.” Giving me? Oh, yes. I remember now. I’m Sarah’s gift. Her toy. It’s how I became her sister. My mind needs no further convincing, Sarah wants me to do it. I look up at her eyes, just above her phone, and I smile at her.

“Th… thank you mommy and daddy, for giving me away to Sarah. I’m her happy fuck toy now.”

Sarah quickly pushes a button her phone. “And, sent.” She looks down at me with a massive smile of triumph. She reaches down and pulls me into her arms to squeeze me with a crushing hug, before throwing me down onto her bed and crawling on top of me, putting her face next to my ear.

“Tomorrow I’m going to take you on a picnic, braid your hair, and hold your hand as we skip through the fucking park like the happiest cartoon sisters you can imagine. But right now, I need to fuck your brains out until your mind is filled with nothing but my cock.” Her voice is husky and low and she whispers her intentions to me.

With the promise of sisterly bonding dangling before me, my brain finally catches up and can fully appreciate what I’ve done. But… it’s already done. And she’s made me her sister, so I really should commit to being her toy too. “I, I’m your toy. Please play with me Sarah.”

Without further hesitation, she kisses me deeply. And then tries very hard to make it impossible for me to go skipping anywhere with her tomorrow through sheer **** of her dick pounding into me.