Stay at home and open a bottle of wine

"Why don't we just stay here and veg?" Gretchen suggested, as the sound of ran began to tiptoe on the roof. "It's been a long time since we just talked" the big sister added, thinking to herself 'and it's literally been forever since we talked about sex.'

Erin smiled, and Gretchen knew she was in, at least for now. She wondered to herself where the day and the conversation would go, and how she'd manipulate it go get what she wanted. She wondered if she maybe should just tell the truth, the truth about her aversion to sex and her transformation. The truth about how her professor and the slaves gave her an understanding like she'd never had before. The truth that she'd been asked to get a picture of Erin and her dad doing the most taboo of things.

But then she reminded herself that although Erin was family, and she loved her sister, her goal was clear. If she had to lie to get it, so be it.

The two girls stopped briefly at the liquor cabinet and then headed to the living room, Gretchen draped on a big chair sideways, her long legs flipped over one arm rest. Erin sitting indian-style on the floor.

"You know, I don't really drink" Erin said as Gretchen poured a good vintage cabernet sauvignon into two glasses. That was the point, Gretchen thought.

"Well, you start college next year," She said. "Now's a good time to get some practice." And the two girls took a sip. "So, what's going on in your life... school... got a boyfriend or anything?"

Erin didn't really take the bait. Instead there was silence. The younger sister rolled her wine around on her palate.

"Or just someone you're fucking regularly." Gretchen tried to add.

Erin peeked up shyly from her glass. "I dunno, maybe just a little bit. It's not anything worth talking about though."

And Gretchen realized that, as expected, this wouldn't be that easy. Even though Erin had a more normal sex life than she did, she was still on the shy side. In her mind, Gretchen had hoped that maybe Erin was secretly slutty, a big massive whore who'd screwed every guy in her senior class and some of the girls too... and some of the teachers too. That would make this whole process easier. But it simply wasn't the case. So for the purpose of this conversation, Gretchen thought, she herself would have to be the secret slut. She'd have to lie.

"I'll be honest Gretch," Erin began "I don't think you've ever asked me about boys before. I always thought it was because the topic made you uncomfortable. I never remember you having a boyfriend. I always assumed you weren't a big fan of that sort of thing."

And they were off and running. Gretchen secretly grinned to herself, of course her sister was right and observant to match. But she could make use of this. "Actually Erin," she started off. "It's not that I'm not a big fan, it's that... I'm too big a fan."

Erin's eyes perked up.

Gretchen continued. "I think I've just been scared to admit it to anyone. I'm... um... kind of a freak." Gretchen hoped it all sounded convincing. In fact it was a little true, at least for the last two days. But that itself wouldn't work. She'd have to invent a history for herself.

"I don't understand." Erin said, now taking a bigger sip of her wine, perhaps subconsciously hoping it would help with this new revelation about her big sister. "Give me an example."

Details were exactly what Gretchen wanted to give. "Well, for example, how many men have you been with?"

Erin shied away from the question for a moment, then answered it. "I guess... seven. Why? How many have you..."

Gretchen paused for a moment. She needed to think of a number. Something big. Something shocking. But not so big it was unbelievable. She was hesitating, too long maybe. Finally she just opened her mouth and heard herself say. "Something around, like.... a hundred and two."

"What?" Erin sat up straight "Are you serious? How is that possible?"

And Gretchen immediately regretted going that high. But a perfect answer suddenly occurred to herself. She feigned shyness and said "Well, they weren't all one at a time."

And Erin was silent. The whole room, fell awkwardly silent. Erin finished her glass of wine, and quickly poured herself a new one. Finally, she spoke very, very softly. "How... how does that happen?"

Gretchen still had half a glass of wine left and she sipped it slowly. "I don't know. I've been horny since as long as I can remember. And then, I guess at some point one man at a time wasn't enough, then two weren't enough." Gretchen watched as Erin blushed. She wondered what was going through her younger sister's mind. Was she embarrassed? Turned on? Was she visualizing her older sister being fucked by three or four men at the same time?

Gretchen had a brilliant thought and went on. "But I mean, a couple men at a time isn't the strangest thing. I'm sure you've done that."

Erin grimaced. "Um... no."

"Oh..." Gretchen's felt like a mad genius now, her mind searching for the next right thing the say. "Well what about girls? I'm sure you've been with girls right? I mean, I've slept with a couple dozen myself."

Erin fidgeted, her hand scratched at the carpet. "Well.... no"

Gretchen was proud of herself. This was working well. "Oh. Well you're still young. You'll have plenty of time to explore your hidden desires."

Erin swigged down the rest of her second glass of wine. "I... I don't think those are my hidden desires." She sounded uncertain of herself now, as if she'd just learned that Gretchen was the normal one, and she was the prude.

For a brief moment, Gretchen felt guilty. Blatantly manipulating her sister, whom she loved dearly, just to exploit her. But she had to remember... anything that got her sister's lips closer to her daddy's hard prick was good. The ends justified the means, sexually speaking was what she believed now. How far she'd come.

Erin continued to ask questions. Her curiosity could only be a good sign, Gretchen thought. "Where did you find all these men?" the little sister said?

Gretchen shrugged. "Bars. Clubs. The internet. Frats. You plan on pledging next year right?"

Erin nodded cautiously as she poured herself another glass.

Gretchen went on. "Greek life is basically one big orgy. I mean, it's all about getting laid." It was a blatant lie. Gretchen had joined a sorority that was hardcore feminist. Several of her sisters despised sex as much as she had, and even the ones who enjoyed it, did so intelligently. They'd all hated the idea of the dumb sorority slut.

Erin's mind was suddenly at work and Gretchen wondered if she'd gone too far. Erin had met some of Gretchen's sorority sisters and they didn't exactly fit the description. Gretchen wondered if that was what she was thinking of now.

And Gretchen was right.

"Remember Molly Cooper?" Erin asked, referring to one of Gretchen's sorority sisters. Molly was short and curvy with short brown hair. She would go on and on about the 'patriarchy' and how much she despised a society that treated women like 'things.'

Gretchen knew she had to lie about her. "Yup, I remember her."

"She wasn't like that?" Erin was starting to slur her words.

"Of course she was. Do you have any idea the horrible things they make you do to pledge?"

Erin stared unblinking.

Gretchen went on. "One day on pledge week, the frat boys came into our lounge and just jerked off on everything, just cum everywhere. And they made Molly clean it up, in order to be a sister."

"Oh..." Erin seemed confused.

"With her tongue..." Gretchen clarified.

And Erin squirmed on the floor again, her ass rubbing against the carpet. For a moment, Gretchen's eyes found their way to her little sister's crotch, almost exposed as she sat cross-legged in her short shorts. Suddenly she felt like she'd passed a point of no return. This was actually happening. She was actually lusting for her sister.

This was no time to slow down. "Remember Tara Jenkins?" Gretchen said referring to a sorority sister who was tall and statuesque with long blonde hair, but determined and political. In reality Tara had been the one who'd filled Gretchen's mind with a lot of anti-sex ideas in the first place.

But reality had no place here. Erin nodded. She remembered Tara. Now it was time to go in for the kill. "Well..." Gretchen started off. "Her twin brother was pledging to a frat the same time we were all pledging. And in order to get in, they made her well... you know..."

"What?" Erin insisted. Gretchen wondered if that was a bit of excited anticipation she'd heard in her little sister's voice.

"They made her suck him off. And it was..."

"Wait!" Erin stopped rocking. She sat still and stared at her big sister intensely. Her fingers gripped the wine glass strongly. "They made her... suck off her own brother."

Gretchen nodded. To lie felt bad and to lie felt good.

"And you saw this?" Erin was clearly eager for details.

"We all saw it." Gretchen started to wish this was all true. "I helped her prepare for it."

The room only seemed to be getting more intense. Erin poured herself another glass, her hand starting to tremble, the bottle emptying itself. "How do you help someone prepare for that?"

"Well, lipstick, make up" A great thought entered Gretchen's head. "We put a little bow on her that said.. um 'for brother.'"

Erin took a deep breath in, a trembling uneven breath. Something good was happening.

"She was pretty nervous before hand, naturally" Gretchen couldn't stop making it up. "But I think it helped when I told her it wasn't that unnatural. That even I'd had fantasies about...." then she trailed off, intentionally.

"What!?" Erin gritted her teeth.

Gretchen looked into her sister's young, impressionable, pretty face, as brown curls fell around it, and hair stood up on the back of her neck. "About daddy."

Now it was out. If this didn't work, nothing would. "I've had fantasies about daddy." Gretchen repeated. She didn't need to say any more, but she did. "He's just a man, you know. And without mom around he needs someone who loves him to... to please him. Not to mention...."

"Stop" Erin whispered, and Gretchen was unsure if it was because she was truly appalled at the turn in conversation or because she couldn't possibly process what was happening.

"What would..." Gretchen tried to interject.

"Just stop!" Erin whispered again.

So Gretchen just sat and waited, to see what her little sister would do next.