Putting In a Good Word

“It's been one Hell of a Tuesday,” I can't help but mutter. What the Hell is the rest of the week going to be like? After everything with Ms. Lia, I'm likely to rub one out in seconds once I get home... only now, I suppose, I don't have to help myself.

“I fucking guess so...”

“We'll talk about it once we get home... before mom gets home so she doesn't know you got in trouble.”

“Good thinking.”

Well, that and I'm not sure I want to see how well my mom takes the "punishment" or how I decide to administer it.

The drive home is less than ten minutes even with the initial school traffic, but it feels like ages when your cock is hard the entire time. Alice keeps adjusting how she sits and lets the seatbelt pin itself between her semi-freed tits. She's only a year younger than me, but without mom's prestigious height she looks so small and **** in the passenger seat, unaware of what I was driving her to.

I think to the remaining options, and now I wish I had gone for the hair-pulling instead of the anal stuff; the latter was in case Ms. Haines went really crazy with it, and now I can't even afford the 10-gem modifier I really want to test. At one of the last lights until we hit our neighborhood, I check my phone one last time. Alice was my fourth Custom Girl... and upon getting a fifth, I'd get those 10 gems I needed. What could I do with just 4 gems? What random woman at this stop would be that **** fifth?

I find her on the search and then find her by glancing up at the neighboring car: Maria Chan. Sitting in the backseat of her parents' BMW, the young, Asian nerd was a "friend of friends," sharing several mutuals with me but never really becoming my friend in our time together at the same school. She's officially an author at only 18 years old, having gotten a book published (though I won't pretend to know what it was about). She's also the shortest member of the track team... and before I can be asked to think further about the subject, I tap her options and find the first low-gem option I can find.

Loses all hair and hair growth below her eyes: 1 gem.

One purchase later, the milestone is recognized with the shine of the achievements button.

COLLECTOR OF CUSTOM GIRLS
Customize at least five different girls: COMPLETE. 10 GEM AWARDED.
Customize at least ten different girls: 5/10. 15 GEM AWARD.

Trading fast and loose with these low-hanging fruit might bite me in the ass later, but Maria Chan is hardly the worst get. I can't see her from behind the car door now, but in my mind's eye I can see her lithe, petite little body dashing on the track when it wasn't buried in a traditional school uniform almost no other senior bothered to wear. A few more taps as the green light signals my success, and I'm left appreciating the new additions.

MARIA CHAN:
Hairless Below the Eyes

ALICE HAINES:
Hair Masochist

At last, we pull into my driveway. No sign of mom coming home early or some other barrier to my prize. Perfect. My blood is rushing through me as we get to the foyer and take off our shoes; she's just wearing her shirt and skirt now as her sandals fall off, and I do my best to hide my intent as we both eagerly climb up the stairs.

She gets an inkling once we're marching up the stairs to our respective rooms when I hold my door open. She sighs, “Nah, later: I need a change of clothing. I mean fucking look at me.”

“It'll be quick.” Too quick, I'm sure.

Shaking her head in irritation, she walks in as she glances around the sparse decorations of a gamer who keeps his porn on his browser history instead of his walls. “Alright, well we've got 100 to get through... and I can think of at least three a day I can knock out for sure, probably every day if we-”

“I need to keep you safe... and also satisfy Ms. Hatts orders. That won't cut it... and besides, no one can fight against her orders.” I sit on the rim of my bed as I whip my phone out. Being that she's the only woman in range, her hotkey is already there and waiting for me.

“So what, new girlfriend? You always joke about me making girls gay... so if anyone's going to be game, let's pick someone interesting to test that out,” she seductively teases... and her soft giggle trails as she begins removing her shirt. Those perky handfuls I've fantasized about on more than one occasion are, at last, revealed: soft pink areolas that fade into the pale flesh of untanned breasts that let youth keep them up against gravity, and the swell of her breast traces the tanline of her usual swimwear for the pool. She obviously thinks something of why she's taking her top off, but I tap the hotkey again and have her wiggle out of the last bit of cover she's got: soon she's unclipping that ragged skirt and letting its tattered remains fall to my floor around her ankles. Her trimmed pubes form the natural arrow to that forbidden sex, and her fat little pussy lips are pinched between thighs almost too thick for her healthy build.

Now fully in the buff, she quickly squats to try and recover her clothes. They remain in her grip... but she mumbles incoherently as she tries, and fails, to remember how to put them back on. “W-Well, guess I'm not wearing... this anymore...” Suddenly her hands shoot to protect her body; the clothes being “worn” as shielding seems to offend the app, however, so she drops them before using her hands to cover her nipples and cleft. “Q-Quit looking at me, perv!”

Would it be more fun if I turned her awareness off? I decide against it for now, at least while I have the phone out while I'm manipulating her. “The only way I know I can keep you safe... is by being the only one you need to blow.”

Alice glares daggers at me as I continue to ogle her body, and I almost miss her words as she sputters, “A-Are you fucking crazy? Dave, I'm your... I mean, I trust you! I... I trusted you, and you're just going to-”

“This is for your own good, Alice, not mine!” Her skepticism is warranted, but I press on. “Look, I've been thinking about it in the car. Do you really think Hatts would let me stay in charge if you got to just eat out all your friends every day? She'd take you out of my hands and into hers... and you saw her today, didn't you?”

“W-What do you mean?”

“Her face... that was after she 'disciplined' two boys for smoking. You know what she did to them; it was literally written on her face.”

“Ugh... but so what? Why does that mean I need to-?”

“So... that means she'd be the one to administer your punishment. Maybe she'll just let every dude take a round on your mouth, getting all kinds of STDs and sperm down your throat every day... or maybe she'd keep you for herself.” My sister recoils physically as I speak, but I can't stop now. “She's got those big ol' thighs that could crush a watermelon... and God knows what kind of hardware down there. You'd probably get more testosterone eating her out than taking hormone pills.”

“T-That'd still be better than...” But she can't quite say it; its too repulsive for her to imagine being the weightlifter's fucktoy or being passed around the school as a rent-a-mouth. Her original fantasy, of turning this punishment into a free, face-riding field trip are all but dashed.

“So yeah, until we can convince her you've learned your lesson... let's just keep this between us, away from mom and away from the others at school... because wouldn't that be best?”

Her hands don't leave her privates as she judges and weighs her options... but if I got this far into her mind, then I can guess the result. “I... I mean, I guess... I mean, if you're getting free BJs out of this,” she grumbled, “then the least you can do is put in a good word and get me out of this mess.”

“Alice, of course I will! I don't know when it'll happen since she's so pissed at you over this, but it'll be my top priority.” I'm only mildly lying about it; in the end, I don't want to just **** my sister's mouth for the rest of the year... I mean I want more, sure, but I also want it willingly... and willingly was going to take work. “Besides, what if I get a girlfriend? Hatts won't get me out of that misunderstanding, authority or no.”

“Can't we just... pretend I did it?”

“You know we can't.”

The stern wording of the app makes my blanket statement sound in her mind, even as it feels idiotically simple in my mouth. “... This is so fucked up...”

“Yeah, it really is... so let's get started, then, before mom gets home.” I hold my breath as I wait.