She teaches her lil' sis'sy how to party like a pornstar.

You can't believe that the **** haven't kicked in yet. You just had the most earth-shattering orgasm of your life, followed by many more until your entire universe was torn into sticky shreds, and all because your twin sister fucked the cum out of you while you were dressed in her slutty clothes. You are 100% straight, or at least you were when you woke up this morning, and sucking and spurting on your sister's strap on is at least a little gay, so the only explanation you can think of is that you were ****. You object, "Wait a second, Emma. If the molly hasn't kicked in yet, then whuh warbles whooooooa..."

You get tongue tied as you feel a new sensation licking at your body like a warm wave washing over you...seeping in and making every pore of your supple skin feel like it's being sucked by your sister's succulent lips. "Tee hee! Told you. I can always tell when a slut's rolling. It's tempting to just hole up and fill your hole up all day, but that would be selfish. I want to share you with the world!" Emma hops off you and pulls you to your feet. She is definitely the most selfish brat you've ever met, and her idea of sharing is usually taking your shit without asking, but you feel oddly optimistic about going out with your twisted sister. Maybe it's the **** giving off a security blanket like warmth and comfort, maybe it's the post coital calm, but you feel almost invincible.

Then you step outside. "Uhm, Emma, what's going to happen when someone recognizes me?" It's a reasonable question. Even the short walk to her pink cadillac that she got after wrecking the last two cars she got leaves you feeling exposed. Exposed, but not embarrassed. For some reason you can't place, you feel almost eager to be seen like this. Elliot would die of shame to be seen sliding into the passenger seat of his sister's car looking like a cross between her reflection and her lover, but Ella feels something you can't even begin to describe. Something like pride, but blushier...something like confidence, but more submissive...something like...sexy?

"Well I imagine they are going to want you to suck their cock. I mean for starters. I find most guys are satisfied with whatever you offer. But the real men..." Emma slides a hand up your skirt and gropes your pantied prick, "the real studs TAKE what they want." She teases and toys with your diminutive dick like a throbbing clit, leaving you drooling and dreaming and dieing for release. With a torturer's talent, she keeps you riding the edge and continues describing in graphic, gruesome, gorgeous detail how your bullies regularly use her like a party favor. Your certainty in your straightness is a little shaken as you begin to imagine they are doing the same to you.

She stops stroking your silk covered shaft and your squirm and sniffle. "Aww don't pout, pretty pet. We're here." You barely notice through your buzz and simmering sack that the car has stopped right outside of Lou's Liquor. Your confusion shows on your face, wondering how she plans to buy booze when you are both below the drinking age and she clearly doesn't have anyplace to keep money in her skintight, skimpy outfit. "Tee hee. You are such an L7, Ella. Well, watch close, because this is lesson number one in how to party like a porn star."