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The Second Place Sister, Part 20


Tori Hamlin The Second Place Sister

Chapter 42: Reuniting with Tim


Tori’s locked up pussy throbbed from cumming so much the previous night. She awoke in clean sheets, feeling more rested than she had in days. Apparently, Stephanie had decided not to wake her up, and not to make her lick her slit this morning. After another awful night she’d suffered at her sister’s hands, though, Tori was grateful. Still, it felt strange not to wake up and fill her mouth with cunt cream.

Though most of Sunday had been fairly uneventful, the evening had been filled with anal training. Stephanie seemed determined to get her sister’s ass ready for Mike’s cock. As to when that was supposed to happen, Stephanie hadn’t really said. Rather, she’d kept Tori locked in her belt all day and used the big dildo to make her ass cum over and over again.

She hauled herself out of bed and wrapped a robe around her naked body, then poked her head out of her door. The house was very quiet. It was after 9:00 on Monday morning. She crept out into the hall and down to Stephanie’s room. The door was open, but the room was empty. She went into the bathroom, relieved herself, cleaned up as best she could with the belt locked on, brushed her teeth, and showered off. When she was finished, she felt almost like a real girl again.

She quickly checked her phone, saw another missed call from Tim, but ignored it like all the others. She wasn’t sure she was ready for that, yet. The sound of voices and clanking silverware drew her down the stairs, where she found her father at the table with Cindy. The little redhead was naked, as usual, but still wearing her pink collar. Her fiery hair was a mess, tangled, knotted, in disarray. She’d obviously been fucked like mad.

Her father was dressed up in a nice shirt and tie. He didn’t usually put on a tie unless he was going to some important business function. John was listening to Cindy’s tale of teenage woe, leading up to her time in the clinic. He’d heard it in brief from Tori, of course, but it was different to hear it from Cindy. Where Tori had made it sound sad, which it was, everything out of Cindy’s mouth made it sound as though it were no big deal. It was just something that had happened.

John caught sight of his daughter as she poked her head into the kitchen, and he immediately came to his feet and launched himself toward her, sweeping her up in his big arms, just like he’d done when she was a little girl. It felt great, comforting, the nostalgia of a happier time that would never come again. She held onto him tightly, like an anchor in her sea of trouble. She wished that she could just stay like this and enjoy it, but the nearness of his body, the smell of a man, the memory of Stephanie feeding her his cum from her cunt, all made her pussy throb.

“Hi, daddy,” she said, “Good morning.”

He held onto her and stroked her hair lovingly.

“Hey, honey,” he said, “I’ve missed you. I’m sorry we’ve been so busy since you got home. I promise your mom and I are going to set aside time for just us soon, okay?”

“It’s alright, daddy,” she said, “I know you guys have important things to do. You look really nice, by the way.”

John finally let her go, and held her at arm’s length, grinning broadly.

“New software test at the data center over in Charbourg,” he said, moving back to the table, “Normally I’d just leave it with one of the managers, but the client made a request for personal attention, and they’re the kind of account you don’t get to ignore, so...”

“Go get ’em, tiger,” Tori said.

Then, she was almost bowled over by Cindy’s tiny frame crushing into her, and shoving her tongue in her mouth. While it felt very weird to make out with Cindy in front of her father, the needy feeling in Tori’s cunt drove her to suck on Cindy’s tongue, and let the other girl’s hands push her robe apart, grope her tits. Tori couldn’t help but moan, which made John’s dick jump in his pants. He wasn’t sure he’d ever get used to the sight of his once-reserved daughter french kissing another girl. Cindy finally realized what she was doing, and pulled herself away from Tori.

“Um, I’m sorry, Tori,” she said, “I guess I shouldn’t do that, like, in front of your dad and all. Sorry Mr. Hamlin.”

“It’s okay, Cindy,” Tori said, crossing the kitchen to start some toast.

Cindy looked at John and said, “Tori said I’m not a slut. I just have a very friendly Vagina,” she giggled, “Isn’t she nice?”

John laughed merrily, “Yes, that was a very kind way to put it,” he agreed.

“Where’s Mike?” Tori asked, conversationally.

“Oh, that lazy man. He’s still in bed,” Cindy said, “he had his dick in me for hours, and I think I finally got all the cum out.”

John stared into his coffee while Tori laughed.

“I, um, I think I’m going to finish getting ready and get out of here,” John said, excusing himself.

When he was gone, Cindy said, “Your dad’s really cute.”

Tori looked at her quizzically.

“Oh, I’m not gonna try to fuck him, silly,” Cindy said, “Your mom looks like she’d murder anyone that tried.”

Anyone, except Stephanie, apparently, Tori thought, but kept her mouth shut.

“Mike said he’s going to take me to a movie today,” Cindy said, “it’s at some theater called Leroy’s. He said it’s kind of a hole-in-the-wall, but they show films that he thinks I’d really enjoy.”

Tori choked on the toast she’d just bitten off. Leroy’s was an adult theater in the seedier part of town. Kids at school were always talking about sneaking in to see the skin flicks, but Tori didn’t know much about it otherwise.

“I’m sure you’re going to have a lot of fun,” Tori said distantly.

“Do you want to come?” Cindy asked.

“No!” Tori said, a little too forcefully, “I mean, no thanks. I’m...well, I don’t know what I’m going to do.”

Her thoughts turned to the black dildo on her nightstand, the ache in her cunt, the plug still lodged in her ass. She shook her head, trying to make the dirty thoughts go away. She had to get control of her cunt. She just had to!

“Well, if you change your mind, you’re always welcome,” Cindy said, “I think I’ll go have a shower!”

Tori gave her a little wave goodbye, then sat at the table and stared at nothing, munching her toast like a robot. What was she going to do? Her recent incarceration had guaranteed that she’d lost her place on the track team, so summer practice on Monday afternoons was out. That made her sad. She’s spent the last decade on the track, and now it was gone. All her work amounted to nothing. She fought back tears at the thought, and instead tried to focus. She needed her life back on track. It was a new day, and she had all the power in the world to make it whatever she wanted. Except that her pussy was so hot.

She growled in frustration, and launched out of her chair. Before she knew exactly what she was doing, she was running out the door. She didn’t care that she was in her bathrobe. She just wanted to run. She darted down the driveway. Fuck pacing herself. She hit the end of the drive at a dead run, like she was in the final heat, neck-and-neck with her sister on her heels. The warm summer air blew through her hair.

She banked right, down the sidewalk, ignoring the looks she got from people working in their yards. Her robe was starting to come undone, but she didn’t even notice. Her mind was tunneled on the goal line, her bare feet slapping the concrete. They hurt, but the pain was good. It kept her centered, distracted her mind from the feelings in her cunt.

She was quite a sight, her robe billowing behind her, her body on display for anyone that could look quickly enough before she passed by. Her legs and lungs were burning now, but she pushed forward. This was right. This was what she knew. This is who she was. She was a track star, national champion. She was... running into a man’s chest and bowling him to the ground!

She went down in a tangle of limbs, taking the stranger with her. They tumbled to the concrete with a mingled cry of surprise, and Tori rolled onto her back, looking at the sky. She heard the man groan as he slowly got to his feet, and then she saw a hand extended toward her. His face hovered over her, round, grinning, friendly. She saw his eyes scan her body, which was totally exposed. She blushed in embarrassment, but took his hand and let him help her to her feet. She quickly pulled her robe closed around her.

“I’m so sorry,” she apologized, “I didn’t even see you.”

“Well, I’ve been run over by far less attractive folks, so I guess It’s alright,” he replied, grinning.

Tori blushed, “Um, thanks. Are you okay?”

“Ha! Nothing broken, a little dusted up, but I’m fine. You?”

“I think so,” she said.

Her knee was skinned, but otherwise, she seemed to be okay physically.

“I’m Bob, by the way. You run out here often?”

“Tori,” she shook his hand, “I used to. I’ve been...away for a while, and I’m trying to get back into the habit.”

“Well, just a piece of advice, dear. You should probably wear something more aerodynamic if you want to get into running.”

Tori looked down at her robe and had to laugh. The line came out of her mouth before she could stop it.

“I just felt like running,” she said, and they shared a laugh.

“Hey, I think I’ve seen you before somewhere,” Bob said.

“I don’t think so, unless you run high school track,” she said.

“No, that’s not it. I’m in advertising. Do you do any modeling, or something?”

“No.”

“Oh!” he cried suddenly, “Are you sure? You’re the spitting image of the new Presley’s poster girl. I mean, like, dead to rights you two are identical!”

“Presley’s?” Tori asked.

“The swimsuit line. They make, like, every swimsuit sold in this half of the country. You probably own one, and don’t even know it. I’ve been trying to get their business for years.”

It clicked in her, then.

“My sister,” she said, “We’re twins.”

“Now that is something else,” he said, “Who would have figured?”

“Um, well, it was nice to meet you, Bob. Sorry for running you over.”

“Hey, if you ever want to give it a try yourself,” he said, pulling a business card holder from his pocket, “don’t forget about me.”

She took the card, and slipped it into the pocket of her robe.

“Thanks,” she said, and started to walk back toward home. Bob began jogging in the opposite direction.

Winded, Tori pulled her robe tighter against her body. Now that she’d cleared her head with the run, she felt self-conscious. She couldn’t believe she’d been running practically naked through the neighborhood. Bob had gotten a good look at her whole body, too. At least he’d been polite enough not to ask her about the chastity belt.

When she got back home, her father was pulling out of the drive. He stopped and waved her over, rolling down the window.

“I didn’t know you left,” he said.

“Went for a run.”

“Well, I locked the house up,” he said, and held out a garage door opener through the window, “Good thing I caught you.”

She took it, “Thanks, daddy. Good luck today.”

“Thank you, sweetie. You have fun.”

He pulled out of the drive and sped off. Tori walked up the drive, opening the garage door, and let herself into the house. The sound of someone groaning drew her to the living room. Cindy was on her knees, Mike on the couch, and the little redhead was slobbering on her brother’s big cock. Tori knew it was wrong, but she stood in the doorway and watched her friend eagerly sucking away. Cindy caught sight of her and pulled her mouth off Mike’s throbbing tool.

“Hi, Tori!” She called happily, “Would you like some?”

She held his stiff rod pointed in her direction, and Mike looked back over the couch, his mouth hanging open. Tori’s insides were in turmoil. The sight of that big dick made her mouth water. Her cunt felt so wet. Mike didn’t say anything, just watched her as she took a step into the room. Cindy went back to sucking, and Mike’s focus returned to watching the small girl stuff as much of his manhood into her throat as she could.

“Oh, fuck,” he moaned, “You’re such a good cock sucker, baby.”

“Mmmm,” Cindy purred.

Tori took another step, and then another. She remembered sharing Dr. Carlson’s cock with Cindy several times, the two of them swapping his cum, their tongues and lips sucking at one another, sucking at his prick. Her mind, which had felt clear only moments ago, was now pushing her around the couch. Her voice was saying dirty things in the back of her mind.

“Tori is a cock sucker... Tori loves big cock... Tori is a suck slut... Tori wants cum...”

She was pushing her robe off her shoulders, letting it fall to the floor. Mike drank in the sight of his sister’s body, flawless and hard, perfect in every way. It was just like Stephanie’s, only with slightly smaller breasts. They looked just right on her slim, toned frame. Cindy watched her approach out of the corner of her eye, half of Mike’s gorgeous cock stretching her mouth.

Tori fell to her knees next to the little redhead, watching her work Mike’s shaft with her plump lips. She lay her head on his bare leg, felt his hand in her blonde hair. She could see the veins in his engorged cock, the way it throbbed and shivered as Cindy sucked on it.

“Do you like it, Tori,” he asked quietly.

“Uh huh.”

“Do you want to suck it?”

“I...”

“It’s okay. You can watch,” Mike said.

Cindy pushed her face down onto his prick, taking it down to the balls and making him groan. His grip on Tori’s hair tightened. She could feel her asshole clenching around the plug inside of her, and the slippery juice squeezing through the tightness of her belt. Cindy came up and gulped in a big lungful of air. Her spit-soaked hand stroked his hardness as she looked into Tori’s eyes.

She pointed Mike’s big fuckstick at Tori’s mouth, bent it until it touched her lips. It was so hard, and so hot. Tori opened her mouth, and Cindy pushed the big head between her lips. She crawled up on the couch, and lay her head on Mike’s chest, listening to the rapid beat of his heart. She sucked on the fat head of his cock as he held her hair. Cindy licked at his swollen balls, teased his asshole with her tongue.

Mike was astonished. Every day, his life just seemed to be getting better. If someone had told him a few weeks ago that Tori would be sucking his cock while a hot redhead licked his balls, he would have laughed in their face. Now, he looked down and saw Tori’s little mouth stuffed and stretched around the first few inches of his bloated cockmeat. He must have been a saint in a former life to deserve this.

Tori moaned around his prick, laying still and letting him pump his dick into her hot mouth. It was so big! How in the world did Cindy get this thing all the way into her throat? She was struggling with just a few inches. Mike pulled his cock from her mouth and she gasped. Cindy quickly gobbled it up, and put the whole thing down her throat, gagging softly as she fucked her face on it. She felt Mike’s hand leave her hair, and run down her back, until it rested on her ass cheek.

She felt a shiver run through her pussy. She knew that if he looked down, he’d see the base of the plug stuffed in her asshole. She knew why Stephanie had put it there, too. To open her ass up so that Mike could fuck it. She didn’t know if she was ready for that, or if she even wanted it to happen at all. She did like the taste of his cock, though, and how it stretched her lips. It felt so nasty to let him put it in her mouth.

Cindy came up off of his cock as Mike’s hand felt the plug in her ass. He shook it a little, making Tori cry out as the motion sent a ripple of pleasure through her ass and into her hot cunt. She almost came, but Mike stopped moving the plug and just let his hand rest on it. Cindy fed his cock back into her mouth, and Tori began to suck on it herself this time, wrapping her hand around the slick shaft.

“You’re going to learn to suck it just as good as Cindy does,” Mike said to her, “We’ll get it all the way in your throat someday.”

Tori moaned around his dick hearing those words, and she knew it was true. This wasn’t going to be the only time she sucked on her brother’s big tool. The realization made her cunt even juicier.

“Breathe through your nose, Tori,” Cindy instructed her, “and then open up your throat like you’re swallowing a pill. Don’t be afraid to choke on it.”

Tori did as she suggested, trying to ignore the way his thick meat made her feel like she was drowning. She forced more of his cock into her mouth, felt pleased when she took half of it, but her jaw already hurt from getting stretched so wide. She felt Cindy’s hand on her head, holding her in place as Mike pumped his dick slowly in and out of her mouth. She gagged on it, choked, and felt a surge of saliva squeeze out between her lips, felt it coat her hand as she held his big prick.

Cindy let her up, and Tori quickly sucked in air as Mike’s cock popped from her mouth. Cindy quickly took it back in her own, and moved Tori’s hand down to Mike’s balls. She squeezed his swollen nuts, massaged them in her hand. They were so full. She could only imagine how much tasty sperm was going to shoot from his prick. He jiggled the plug in her ass again, and she buried her face in his chest and moaned like a slut. He began to pull it out, and Tori felt the base stretching her asshole open as it began to come free.

The plug popped out, and she came instantly as the empty feeling in her ass set in. Her hips jerked as she humped the couch in orgasm, blubbering into Mike’s chest. She felt his big fingers slip inside her stretched asshole, first two, then three, and they moved in and out. She spread her legs for him, trying to help him get his fingers deeper. She was so close to cumming again, and if he would just get them a little deeper, she knew it would happen. Then it did. Three fingers went all the way into her asshole and she came again, so hard this time that her mouth hung open in a silent scream that turned to a wail of pleasure.

“That’s a good slut, Tori, cum for me,” Mike said, his voice a deep rumble in her ears.

She felt his stomach clenching, heard Cindy’s rhythmic sucking, and then Mike was groaning, his breath coming in short gasps. Tori opened her eyes and saw him pull Cindy’s mouth off of his cock. He wrapped his fist around it, jerking it, and then he pointed it at her face and it exploded. Tori shut her eyes as she felt hot jets of cum spraying her face. It flew into her hair, in her nose, coated the inside of her mouth as she gasped in shock. Cindy was clapping her hands excitedly. Mike was roaring as he jerked his shaft, and it seemed like the spraying semen would never end.

Tori’s face felt like it was completely covered in her brother’s hot seed. She licked at her lips, swallowed what was in her mouth, and moaned like a nasty cum whore. Then, she felt Cindy’s tongue on her face, licking up Mike’s cum, cleaning her off like a kitten. She felt Mike push the plug back into her asshole, and the fullness, combined with the feel of Cindy’s tongue licking her face, made her cum again. Mike slapped her little butt as she came, leaving a big red handprint on her cheek.

Cindy moaned happily as she finished cleaning what she could from Tori’s face. Tori, her head in a daze, sat up on the couch. Cindy straddled her lap, pawed at her tits, and sank her cummy tongue into her mouth. Mike watched them making out for a moment, and then pushed his big cock between their faces. Cindy fed the big head back into Tori’s mouth, letting her clean the last few drops from it, before taking it back and sucking out the rest, jerking it into her own mouth. Finally, Mike pulled his dick away and lay back on the couch.

“That was so much fun!” Cindy cried.

“That was great,” Mike agreed.

“I think that was Tori’s first facial,” Cindy said.

Tori nodded her head, still wrestling with the realization that she’d just let her brother’s huge prick cum all over her. She needed another shower. Slowly, she got off the couch and recovered her robe, wrapping it around her body.

“I’m going to shower,” she said to no one in particular, and walked out of the room.

The last thing she wanted right now was to have any kind of a conversation about what had just happened. Now that she’d cum, she immediately felt guilty over it. She was such a slut, sucking her own brother’s big dick, letting him fuck her mouth, cum on her face, finger her asshole. Still, it had made her so hot to do all those nasty things, and she knew that when it came time, she’d do it again.

She 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, and 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 doubted Stephanie would let her go out without it, anyway. She wasn’t sure she blamed her. She’d probably get horny and end up finger fucking herself in the middle of lunch.

She opted for the longest of the skirts, which ended just above her knees. It was dark blue, and not tight enough that the outline of the belt would be very visible. She pulled a tight matching top over her head, no bra, and saw that it left her midriff bare. Sexy, but not quite slutty. Of course, her hard nipples poking through the thin fabric helped cross that line. It didn’t even cross her mind to put on a bra. That should have been another indication that she was no longer the old Tori.

She put on a little bit of makeup, but didn’t make herself look like a prostitute, as Stephanie had done the day prior. She checked herself in her full-length mirror. She looked good. She was cute, sexy, a touch of slut. She pinched her nipples and gasped, gave herself a sultry little pout and giggled. If she’d been anyone else, she’d want to fuck her.

She paused at that thought. Is that what she was doing, subconsciously? Was she trying to get Tim to fuck her? She didn’t think so, but her sex-crazed brain was funny these days. She sighed. It wouldn’t happen anyway. Her cunt was locked up, and her ass was plugged. She turned around, checked her ass in the mirror. The butt plug was hidden. She wondered why she hadn’t just taken it out, but decided that she liked the feeling of fullness it gave her, and the sensations it sent through her body when she walked or sat on it.

Her clock read just at thirty minutes since she’d hung up the phone, and she heard the roar of Tim’s car in the driveway. He did like to rev that big engine. She picked up a little purse, dropped her phone and keys inside, slipped on a pair of blue slut heels, and went downstairs. Tim was knocking on the door.

Tori breathed and threw it open. Tim’s big grin warmed her heart. Her handsome boyfriend looked great, as always. She threw herself into his muscled arms, pressed her head to his chest, and heard his heart beating in his chest. She pulled away, leaned up and gave him a kiss. Tim, used to her chaste lip pecks, gasped as Tori’s tongue went into his mouth. She sucked at his tongue hungrily, pressing her tits into his body. She moaned lustily as she devoured his mouth. He could feel her nipples hard against him. No bra?

She finally pulled her tongue from his mouth, looking into his astonished face. She gave him a crooked smile.

“Did you miss me?” she said.

“Uh, yeah.”

“I missed you, too.”

“You look great!” he exclaimed.

He’d never seen Tori dressed this way. Skirts were definitely not her, and the tight top, no bra. She looked amazing.

“Are you sure you’re Tori?” he asked.

“Yes, you big lughead. It’s really me.”

“You’re gorgeous.”

“Why, thank you. You’re quite dashing yourself.”

She spun around, letting him get a good look at her.

“Well, I don’t know what they did to your fashion sense in that place, but I like it,” he said.

They showed me that I'm a slut

Tim noticed her demeanor shift, the bubbly attitude slipping.

“I’m sorry,” he said quickly, “that was rude. I was just making a joke. I guess it’s not really that funny, though.”

“It’s alright,” she said, forcing her smile back on, “Hungry?”

“Starving!”

He held his arm out for her, and she looped hers though it, letting him lead her to his car. He kindly opened her door, and let her in. He slid behind the wheel, cranked the engine with a loud roar, and backed down the driveway.

“Any place in particular you want to go?” he asked.

“Somewhere normal,” she said, “pizza?”

“I like it.”

They were quiet as Tim drove them through town, though it wasn’t an uncomfortable silence. They were both lost in their thoughts. Tori wondered how to start over. They’d been together for a year before she went away, and they’d been friends for several years before that. They’d both been in sports, had many of the same friends, but that was the old Tori. How did she begin to put it back together, now? How did she even evaluate her feelings as the new Tori?

Tim pulled into the lot of Dortano’s. This was their spot every Friday night, after Tim’s games. She recalled, vividly, piling into the place with others from the football team, the ditsy cheerleaders hanging on their arms. It was like remembering ghosts. Tim came around and opened her door, held out his hand. Tori took it and got out, holding onto his hand tightly. He opened the door of the restaurant, and Tori gave him a peck on the cheek as she walked inside.

She immediately drew the attention of every male in the room. Their eyes scanned her body, and she wondered if they could smell her pussy’s arousal, maybe on a subconscious level. She was so hot as they looked her up and down, probably imagining what her body looked like, what her pussy tasted like, how tight she was, and if she’d squeal like a slut if they pushed their cocks into her.

She tried to center herself, ignore the heat between her legs. Tim stepped in behind her, and many of the men found other things to look at. Time seemed to start moving again. She held Tim’s hand as they walked up to the counter. He put in their order, knowing just what she liked, and then took her to a table in the corner, away from the majority of the afternoon crowd.

“So,” Tori said experimentally, “Tell me how the season ended.”

Tim, on familiar ground, opened up easily enough.

“Well, we stomped Cross High in the final game,” he said, “They never even scored. I won the bet with their team captain.”

“The bet?”

“Yeah. You were there, at Mike Pierson’s place the week before the game. I told them we’d hold them scoreless. He had to streak the field after the game.”

Tori did remember it now.

“Oh my God! He actually did it?”

“He didn’t want to. Coach told him that if he couldn’t stick to his word, then he was gonna bench him next year.”

Tori laughed, and it felt good. This was what she needed, something normal.

“Lucy Pendleton tried to throw herself at me after the game,” he admitted, “said that you were getting shipped off to a nuthouse, and never coming back.”

“Did she?” Tori said dangerously.

“She said that you probably didn’t even know how to suck a dick, and that I needed someone who did. I told her to go shove a dick down her throat and get lost,” he said proudly.

Tori toyed with her straw. If only Lucy Pendleton knew.

“She ended up fucking Jim Horeston, at a party later that night.”

“I wasn’t, you know, in a crazy house,” Tori said suddenly.

“It’s okay, baby. We don’t have to talk about it,” he said carefully.

“It’s alright. I owe you that much, you know, for waiting. For not...cheating on me, I guess.”

It made her sick to say that, considering all the horrible things she’d done the last few weeks. She could still feel her brother’s cum in her belly.

“Yeah, well,” he said, “It’s all water under the bridge. If you want to talk about it someday, it’s okay. If not, cool.”

“Drugs,” she said.

“Huh?”

“It was drugs, Tim. I can’t really remember all the details. I was really fucked up, I think. I don’t even know why I did it, but I got caught.”

“Drugs? Is that why you were, well, kind of weird just before you went away?”

She nodded.

“The therapists, at the place I went to, they think it was stress. Anyway, they found some stuff in my locker. I don’t even remember putting it there, but it had my prints all over it, and it got me arrested. I’m surprised Stephanie didn’t blabber it all over school,” she put on her best mocking Stephanie impression, “Ooh, my perfect sister doing drugs.”

Tim laughed, “Nah. Stephanie stood up for you. Almost got her ass kicked a few times, even. Tracy Bowman tried to start some rumor that you’d been secretly prostituting yourself for crack. When Stephanie found out she went fuckin’ postal. Smashed Tracy’s head against a locker and started kicking her. Tracy’s friends tried to jump her, but me and some of the guys pulled them off. Your dad had to come take her out of school for the day.”

“Are you serious?”

“Yeah.”

Tori would have never imagined Stephanie sticking up in her defense. Especially with the way she’d been treating her since she came home. Maybe she had her sister pegged wrong after all. She filed that thought away in the growing ‘confusion’ file. If she tried to puzzle out that particular thought right now, she’d probably just go mad.

“They kicked me off the track team,” Tori said, sadly, “My parents had to tell them what was going on, and I was supposed to be gone for the whole summer. The school didn’t really have any choice.”

“That sucks,” Tim said, “Maybe you can get back on after shit settles down?”

“Maybe,” Tori said, looking into the distance, “I don’t know what I’m supposed to do, now. It’s like...like I’m not even the same person.”

“Hey,” he took her hand affectionately, “It might feel different, after what you’ve been through, but you’re still the same Tori. Maybe you’re a better dresser now,” he grinned, “but you’ll get back on track. If there’s anything I can do, well, I’m here.”

“I know, baby,” she said, thankful for the kindness, “I’ll get it figured out. I’m just sorry that it’s affected so many people. I mean, just look at us. You have to feel kind of weird after I ignored your calls, and all. I’m sorry for that, by the way.”

“Eh,” he waved it off, “The important thing is that you’re back, now. Everything else will fall into place, right?”

“I hope so.”

There was a pregnant pause, and then Tim carefully asked, “Why did they let you out early, anyway?”

“They...I...There’s something wrong with me,” she said softly.

“What do you mean,” he looked worried.

“Well, remember I said that they thought it was stress, that I just had some kind of breakdown?”

“Yeah.”

“Well, that’s only part of the truth.”

He could sense her hesitation.

“Hey, you don’t have to talk about it, if you don’t want to. I shouldn’t have asked.”

The waiter appeared with their pizza, and interrupted. Tori breathed a sigh of relief. She was on the verge of telling him, and she wasn’t sure if she could. The interruption couldn’t have been timelier.



 

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