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Chapter 11 by Rowenar Rowenar

Do they make it to town, or does something happen before then?

The car judders to a halt only partway there

Waverly was flushed, but tried to focus on hope. At least when they reached the shops, this whole ordeal could be over and done with. They just had to buy a couple of things and she wouldn’t be exposed to the whole town.

The car suddenly went quiet, then sputtered. Wynonna leant forwards, cursing the machine, peering at the dashboard.

Panicked, Waverly looked towards her. The car was very much slowing down, decelerating smoothly until it stopped right in the middle of the road.

They’d made a fair start on the journey, but that wasn’t a good thing. They were getting closer to the shops, and they were a long way from their home. Neither journey seemed appealing to Waverly.

“Oh,” Wynonna said. “Shit.”

“What-” Wvaerly began.

“Forgot to refuel,” Wynonna said. “It’s been a distracting week. Used the spare earlier, meant to refill today but… yeah.”

“Wh-what?” Waverly said. “You mean…”

“We’re stuck here? Yup,” Wynonna slumped back.

She turned to face her sister, then immediately jerked her head away, going almost as red as Waverly when she remembered the whole reason for their predicament.

“I could call a tow-” Wynonna began.

“No!” Waverly squeaked.

Being exposed to the town was humiliating. But being exposed to the kind of people that worked for Purgatory’s auto-repair industry, those grimy over-masculine letches…

Wynonna glanced at her sister again, then conceded.

“Fair,” she said. “But what else can we do?”

Walk. The thought popped into Waverly’s mind before anything else, blotting out any alternatives. They’d have to walk it.

Oh god, she’d have to walk like this. Waverly pressed her legs together, as though it would help hide her.

“I don’t think we have any choice,” Waverly said. She wasn’t sure whether it was her speaking, or the thing inside her. “We should just hurry and get to the shops.”

Waverly put her hand on the door next to her, mentally trying to pull back. No, don’t open it, please-

“Waves, you’re sure?” Wynonna said. “It’s a fair way yet, you could stay here, or go back home.”

“I don’t want to be alone like this,” Waverly said. “And it’s even further home. We’ve got to do it sooner or later.”

Wynonna hesitated but, eventually, had to relent. They could come back for their car later, getting clothes for Waverly was the priority.

She opened her door, stepping outside. After a moment, Waverly’s body moving of its own accord, she did the same. She fidgeted as she stood there on the side of the road, trying to keep close to the car as though it would hide her.

Oh god, she couldn’t really be doing this.

“Stay behind me,” Wynonna said. “I’ll do what I can to hide you, ok?”

“Ok,” Waverly said, trying to smile.

She hadn’t totally lost control. She could still flush, still walk, still speak; but if she tried to turn back, tried to plead with her sister to help her, something seized.

Instead she had **** but to walk on, ass on full display, and trying to hide her pussy by keeping between her sister. The amount of her legs that was visible, too, made her flush.

She could see the shops, but they still seemed far too far away.

Do they make it?

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