1. The Second Place Sister: Ch. 8


    Date: 9/17/2015, Categories: Fiction, Anal, Bondage and restriction, Female Domination, Group Sex, Humiliation, Incest, Masturbation, Non-consensual sex, Reluctance, Author: Hamlin, Rating: 93.5, Source: sexstories.com

    spent a long time in the shower, scrubbing her face of Mike's spunk and Cindy's saliva. She scrubbed it as if it would take the slut off her, somehow make her clean and normal again. It didn't. When she got out, she went to put her robe back on, but there were cum stains on it where Mike's sperm had dripped off her face. She balled it up and threw it, angrily, into the hamper. She wrapped herself in the towel, instead. Her phone! She ran to the hamper, pulled the robe back out, and pulled her phone from the pocket. Bob's business card floated to the ground. She tossed the robe back in the hamper, and picked up the card. She checked her phone, and there was another call from Tim. She listened to his voicemail, which was very sweet. He told her that he was waiting for her, and when she was ready he'd be there. Tori went to her room and looked at the bags of clothes Stephanie had bought her the day before. She looked at the phone again, hesitated, and then pulled up the dialer. With shaky hands, she punched in Tim's number and her finger hovered over the button. With a deep breath, she hit it and heard it ring. The line clicked, and she heard his voice for the first time in weeks. “Tori? Baby, is that you?” He sounded so desperate. “Um, Hi, baby. It's me,” she said quietly, her voice shaking. “Oh, God! It's so good to hear your voice,” “I...Tim...I...” she started to sob. The sound of his voice, so caring, so desperate to hear from her punched her right in the heart. He didn't ...
    seem like hers. He belonged to the old Tori, the good Tori, not the slut that had just sucked off her brother. “Baby, are you alright?” he asked. She took a few breaths, tried to settle her nerves. “I'm here,” she said, “It's just so good to hear you. I'm...I'm really sorry I haven't called,” “Hey, baby, it's all good. I know it must be hard for you, but I'm here,” “Are you...doing anything today?” she asked. “Nah. You?” “Maybe we can have lunch?” “Yeah! I mean, if you're up to it, sure,” “Yeah. Could you pick me up?” “Sure, baby. When do you want to go?” She looked at the clock. “Maybe a half hour?” “I'll be there,” “Okay. I'll be ready. Tim?” “Hmm?” “Thanks,” “You know it, cutie!” “Bye.” She hung up the phone and tossed it on the bed, letting out a big sigh. Maybe this was just what she needed. Tim was like a tie to normalcy, something that she could hold onto as her life cascaded downhill into a perverse oblivion with no end in sight. She looked at the big pile of her discarded old clothes, and then at the bags of new clothes. She dumped the new ones on her bed, remembering as she did how she'd lay in her own piss and cum the night before, her pussy constantly twitching in endless orgasm. The memory made her hot, and she had to fight it. The new clothes were all tiny tops, ridiculously short skirts, skin-tight pants. She didn't know what to do. She was locked in her belt, and with Stephanie gone with the key, she wasn't sure if anything she wore would really hide it. She ...
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