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The Second Place Sister, Part 4

Chapter Fifteen: Tori in Trouble

Stephanie found her sister quietly sobbing in her room when she came home. When both of her parents were talking in hushed tones around the table, Stephanie knew that her plan was on track. In fact, she'd known before leaving school. It hadn't taken long for word to get around that Tori had left school early. No one knew why, exactly, but Stephanie knew. She laid down next to her sister and put her arm around her, kissing her lightly on the forehead. Tori looked up at her with red puffy eyes.

"Oh, Stephie, it was awful," she cried, "they said I was selling drugs! Drugs!"

Stephanie hugged her tighter and said, "That's crazy. Everyone knows that you're a good girl. I'm sure this will all blow over by tomorrow."

"Yeah, you're probably right," Tori told her twin, "It's just stupid!"

Stephanie pressed her body up against her hot twin, and stroked her hair lovingly.

"Does the whole school know?" Tori asked, suddenly fearful for her reputation.

"No," Stephanie replied, "Just that you left school early. I told people you weren't feeling well."

Tori rested her head on her sister's shoulder and said, "You're the best, Stephie."

Stephanie grinned wickedly, and let Tori cry on her shoulder.

It wasn't long until Tori cried herself to sleep from exhaustion.

The next morning, their father's lawyer arrived early. Stephanie quietly sneaked down the stairs until she could listen in on the conversation. Her father was furious. Her mother was choked up, she could tell, from her sniffling. Stephanie felt only a slight twinge of remorse, but pushed it to the back of her thoughts. Tori deserved this. She was a little bitch. She needed to be taken down a few pegs.

"You have the lab results?" Stu was asking.

Her parents slid a copy over to him. He perused it for a moment, and his face fell. He looked across the table, and saw the same look of despair on his friend's faces.

"Does she know, yet?"

They shook their heads.

Stu sighed, and folded the paper up.

"I'm not going to lie, John, Mel. This isn't good. Not only does it look like Tori's been sampling everything from marijuana, to coke, to LSD, but the prints on the bag came back with a positive ID for her. There's no way to fake that. On the surface, it looks like Tori's been into some heavy drug use recently, and possibly even selling. No one's come forward to say that they've witnessed her trying to distribute, but with how much she's got in her system, it could be that she's just a heavy user. Have you noticed any changes in her moods, activities, or any new friends recently?"

Her parents looked at each other.

"What is it?" Stu asked.

"Well," her father said, "She's been unusually reclusive the last week. She stays in her room, hardly eats, complains that she's not feeling well. She went to see the doctor, but they couldn't find anything physically wrong with her. So, yes, I suppose she's been acting a little differently. Teenagers do that, though, you know."

Stu nodded agreement, and then delivered the bad news, "The next step is that they're going to issue a warrant for her arrest. She'll go in for booking, and obviously we'll post whatever kind of bail we need to. I don't imagine she'll spend more than a couple of hours in lockup. I'll even go with her, just so you two know she has somebody watching out for her. A sweet girl like that, I don't want her in a minute longer than she has to be.

Now, given her superb record, I'm sure that I can set up a plea deal. The amount of drugs she had, while it's bad, we can probably get by without any kind of intent to distribute. I feel very confident that the most we'll be looking at is a fine, followed by a short stay in a rehab facility to treat teen addiction. There's a new place, really highly rated, and it's really more a country club for troubled teens. I'll do everything in my power to beat this thing for you."

"I know you will, Stu, and thanks," John said.

"We really owe you, Stu," Melanie said, "If there's anything at all we can do, anything, just name it," she licked her lips seductively.

Stu felt his cock jump at the memory of what those lips could do. They'd been friends a long time, and the Hamlin's liberal attitude toward all things sex was something that Stu had benefited greatly from in the past. He couldn't count the number of big loads he's shot down Melanie's hot throat over the years.

"Let's think about that later. For now, all we need to worry about is taking care of Tori. I've cleared my book for today, and I'll stay here for as long as you need me. I imagine it won't be long before a couple of officers are knocking on the door with an arrest warrant."

Chapter Sixteen: Arrested

In an uncharacteristic display of compassion, Stephanie made sure Tori was out of bed and got herself dressed. She knew what was coming, but she'd be damned if her hot sister went in looking like she just rolled out of bed. While Tori cried her eyeballs out, Stephanie related to her what she'd overheard.

"This can't be happening, Stephie! I've never done drugs before! I don't even know what drugs look like, or where to get them! I didn't do it!"

Stephanie hugged her crying sister, stroking her hair.

"Tori, it's gonna be okay. They're gonna get you off, you aren't going to jail. And Stu said they're going to put you up at some country club to get you all straightened out. Don't you worry, baby."

Nothing she said could help, though, and Tori continued to cry. She wanted to throw up. This couldn't be real! It was a trick. It was wrong. This was America! The law would see that she was innocent, and then this would all go away.

It was barely an hour later when two officers knocked on the door with a warrant for her arrest. Stu met them, and informed them that as her attorney all questions would be directed to him, and that his client would be under his personal supervision the entire time. John and Melanie stood protectively with their arms around Tori. Her father's face was red with rage. He felt utterly helpless, and his mind was racing with any possible alternative. Nothing short of fleeing with his family crossed his mind, but that was hardly an option. When the officers produced handcuffs, Tori clung tightly to her father and cried even harder.

"That won't be necessary," Stu said, "Tori's a good girl. She's not going to make any trouble."

He held his hand out to the distressed girl. Hesitantly, she took it, wiping tears on her sleeve.

"Please, Stu," Melanie pleaded, "please take care of our girl."

Stu nodded, his face grim. He took Tori by the hand and followed the officers out the door. Melanie clung to her husband and began to cry. Stephanie joined her, doing her best to fake as many tears as possible. Mike stood aloof, off to the side, but even he looked distraught. Inwardly, Stephanie was soaring. Things were working out so well!

Stu got into the back of the police car with Tori, never letting go of her hand. The journey to the county sheriff's office didn't take long. Stu was with her the entire time, fielding all questions, and maintaining Tori's innocence throughout the whole matter. They allowed him to accompany her as she was processed, fingerprinted, and placed in a holding cell. Eventually, she had no more tears left, and fell asleep on the little cot in her cell. Stu waited outside, pulled in some favors, and had her case rushed to the judge. He set her bail at $10,000. Stu quickly arranged for the bail, and within the hour Tori was set free with a pending court date at the end of the week. The entire process took only a few hours, and when Tori emerged, puffy-eyed and shaking with Stu at her side, her whole family was there to pick them up.

Stu sat in front with John as they drove home, talking quietly. Melanie and Stephanie huddled on either side of Tori, squishing her between their warmth. Once they were safely home, Tori immediately went to her room and locked the door. John, Melanie, and Stu closeted themselves in John's office. Over the next few hours, Stu pulled every string he could think of, and by the evening he was able to put together a possible plea deal for poor Tori. He'd present the deal to the judge's office first thing in the morning, for consideration at her hearing.

Chapter Seventeen: Sentenced

The next few days were very subdued around the Hamlin's home. They hardly spoke to one another, even taking care to avoid any real interaction for fear of having to talk about the dark cloud that hovered over the whole of the house. The past weekends sexual energy seemed to have evaporated, as they all held their breath to see what would happen. Tori only emerged from her room to use the bathroom, while her mother brought all her meals up to her. She ignored phone calls from her boyfriend and friends, all eager to know what was going on, and why she hadn't been in school for finals week.

Finally, the day came. The whole family, along with Stu, piled into John's big SUV and drove to the courthouse. Tori's case was one of many, but Stu had used some leverage to move her up to the front of the docket. The judge considered the plea deal Stu put together, and in light of Tori's otherwise stellar reputation and community involvement, accepted the deal almost entirely.

Tori would not spend any time in jail. She would be handed down a misdemeanor charge for possession of illegal narcotics on school property, but without any intent to distribute. She would be required to pay a fine of $2500, perform 25 hours of community service, and serve 6 months probation. The most stern requirement of the deal demanded that she spend the next 90 days in treatment and counseling at the NewYou Clinic for Adolescent Addiction Therapy. She would not be allowed any visitation during that time, and if she completed the program then all charges against her would be expunged from her record.

Back at the Hamlin's home, Tori was still in a state of agitation. She was overjoyed that she wouldn't be going to jail, but the thought of spending 3 months, the entire summer, in some counseling center was appalling. Especially when she knew that she was innocent of any crimes, and wasn't addicted to drugs. However, the evidence was there. She clearly had drugs in her system, and the bag found in her locker had her prints all over them. She couldn't understand how it had happened. It was so unfair! No one cared, though, that she was innocent. All they cared about was what the evidence showed, and it was damning.

John and Melanie wrote Stu a very handsome check for his help, thanking him profusely for everything he'd done. Once he'd left, the family gathered in the living room. Tori, clear-headed for the first time in a week, shook and cried on the couch. Stephanie had stopped dosing her with the serum once she was arrested, and it didn't take long for the effects to wear off. She could now fully reflect on everything that had happened in the last week, and she was ashamed at how she had behaved. Strangely enough, that shame still made her somewhat aroused, but she wasn't desperate to masturbate because of it.

"Under the circumstances," John began, "it looks like things are going to turn out alright."

"Alright!" Tori cried, "I have to go to some addiction center for three months! That's not alright!"

"Honey," Melanie said softly, wrapping her arms around her daughter, "maybe it's going to be for the best. They'll give you the help you need, and when you come home you can get back to life as normal."

"But I don't need help! I didn't do anything wrong! I've never done drugs! I don't know where that stuff came from! This is all a setup! It's not fair!"

For the first time in her life, her parents looked at her with doubt. They wanted desperately to believe what she was saying, but the evidence was there, and it was profound. They'd even had a second test done by an outside lab, just to confirm the first results. It had come back the same. Tori's system was filled with drugs of all kinds. Her strange behavior over the last week hadn't gone unnoticed either. As much as they wanted it to be true, they'd come to the realization that Tori was lying to cover up this little episode of hers.

Stephanie gave Tori a quick peck on the head, and said, "It'll be alright, Tori. They'll fix you right up, and when you get back, you'll be ready to kick my ass again on the track."

Tori smiled, just a little, but her heart hurt. Stephanie was only trying to help her feel better. She was so lucky to have a sister like her. Even though she could be a bitch sometimes, Tori was going to miss her. Stephanie waved them all good night, and left her parents to comfort her bitch sister. She had to suppress the urge to leap for joy all the way up the stairs to her room.

Chapter Eighteen: The NewYou Clinic

The following morning, her parents drove Tori to the NewYou Clinic. It was the first official day of summer break, and the world was beautiful. Tori stared out the window with tears in her eyes. She wouldn't be seeing this beauty again for three months. She would miss her friends, summer track, the time lounging by the pool. This wasn't fair. She was a good girl.

The SUV pulled up to a big metal gate. The facility looked to be brand new, and was surrounded by high concrete walls. It may have been what Stu described as a country club for teens, but it was also clearly meant to keep the patients inside. John shared a quick word with the guard, who got on his radio, received approval, and opened the gates. They drove up a long path lined with trees, well-tended flowers, and finally came to the main building. The towering structure was a soft, welcoming brown stone, at least three levels high. There were no guard towers, no bars on the windows. It looked more like a hotel than any kind of a prison. John parked the SUV, and pulled Tori's bag from the back. She held her mother's hand as they slowly made their way up the wide granite steps to a set of blue glass doors.

The lobby was like any hotel, too, with a big reception desk in the center. Neutral-colored area rugs covered the tile floor. Plush chairs dotted the lobby, and a big chandelier hung from the ceiling. The receptionist, an attractive young brunette, smiled as they approached.

"Welcome to the NewYou Clinic. How can I help you?"

John cleared his throat and said, "We have Tori Hamlin here by court order for treatment," his voice almost cracked as he admitted it out loud.

Tori began to cry, and held tight to Melanie's hand.

The receptionist looked sympathetic as she handed over a clipboard.

"I'll need you to please fill out this patient intake form. I'll buzz Dr. Carlson, and he should be down to meet you presently."

John nodded, taking the clipboard. The three of them took a seat in the comfy chairs, and John began to fill in the form with teary eyes. It was a pretty standard form, like any doctor's office. They wanted to know her medical history, allergies, emergency contacts, but a few things were different. There were blanks for contact information for her legal representative, and the last page was about the addictions being treated. With shaking hands, he checked the boxes for substance abuse, and chronic masturbation.

By the time he was finished with the forms, a locked door at the far end of the room clicked open. A tall man with a neatly manicured goatee strode forth like he owned the place. John guessed that he probably did. He wore a white lab coat with a few pens in a pocket, slacks that were neatly pressed, and a bow tie on his button-down shirt. Crossing the lobby, he held his hand out warmly first to John.

"It's very good to meet you. I'm Dr. Carlson, the head of the facility."

"John Hamlin, my wife Melanie, and this is our daughter, Tori."

"Mr. Hamlin, I want you to know that I've reviewed the files sent over by the court, and I want to assure you that your daughter is in excellent hands here. I've worked on cases far more difficult, and I'm certain that by the end of her stay here, Tori will be right as rain."

Carlson came across as very sincere, warm, and welcoming. He turned to Tori and smiled broadly.

"Tori," he said softly, "I want you to know that you have nothing to be afraid of. Our facility is the first in pioneering new methods of addiction treatment. We'll allow you free reign of the facility, which includes our gardens, workout areas, common rooms, a cafeteria, and many such amenities. We want you to not only come out of this experience a stable member of society, but we also want your journey of self-discovery with us to be a pleasant one. Now, if you'd like, I can give you all a tour of the facility. I find that it helps you, as well as your family to feel a little more at ease. What do you say?"

"That would be great," John said. Tori didn't say a word.

"If you'll follow me, please."

The Hamlin's followed behind Carlson as he took them to the door he'd just emerged from. He swiped a keycard pinned to his smock, and the door clicked open. Beyond was a long white hallway, which opened up into a large common area. At the far end was a serving line, which appeared to be an a la carte cafeteria. Several children Tori's age were gathered around the large tables. None of them looked particularly unhappy.

On the outer edges of the room were large flat screen TVs, some of which were broadcasting cable news, others sports, and a few where the kids were playing video games. The one thing in common that all the children had, was their dress. They all wore a pale blue set of scrubs, like one would find in a nursing home or hospital.

"This is our main common area," Dr. Carlson explained, "As you can see, we allow our patients their choice of meals, as well as entertainment. When you're not in therapy, you're welcome to come down here any time you wish."

Some of the children paid a little attention to the new faces, but otherwise ignored the Hamlin's. There were about a dozen in all in the common room. Next, Carlson led them down one of the hallways, this one made of the same blue glass as the front doors. Outside, a spread of green grass, flowers, and trees stretched on for quite a ways.

"This is the terrace, and garden," the doctor explained, "We have about half an acre at the center of the facility. We find that going back to the nature can be very therapeutic, and we encourage our patients to spend as much time as they like here."

Next, he took the family down a long corridor that split off in several directions. He gestured down the left hall, saying, "this way will take you to our gym and pool area. We have full facilities for your fitness needs."

He walked down the right hall with the Hamlin's in tow, continuing the tour. They began to pass several closed doors with little windows set inside.

"These are our patient's quarters," he explained, "For the less severe cases, such as Tori's, we'll sometimes put you with a roommate. We find that having someone going through a similar experience can help to accelerate the healing process,"

He paused in front of one of the doors and, using his keycard, he opened it and showed the family inside.

"This will be your room, Tori. You'll have it to yourself for now, as we're at an uneven number of patients. Please feel free to look around."

The room was fairly spacious. A large, comfortable bed sat against the far wall. A big desk sat opposite, and there were a couple of sets of drawers. A computer with a big monitor sat on top of the desk, and a flatscreen TV hung from one corner of the room. Several motivational posters hung on the walls showing things like teamwork, trust, perseverance. The bathroom was separate, but very basic. A small vanity, shower, and toilet.

"Let me take you through an average day for Tori, so you know what to expect," Carlson said, "Each morning, our patients will start with breakfast, and after they undergo a physical from one of the staff doctors. They are then allowed an hour of free time. From there, they'll attend a one-on-one session with a psychiatrist that specializes in addiction therapy. That may be myself, or one of the other staff. They are then allowed two more hours of free time, to use as they see fit. This is followed by a group therapy session, dinner, and finally another one-on-one. The rest of the evening is free time, as well. The terms of the court order do demand that Tori attend every session. Her evaluations will determine whether or not she is eligible for early release."

"Early release," Tori piped in, "I can get out early?"

Carlson nodded his head, saying, "At your therapist's discretion, you could be eligible for an early release. That is provided that you are cooperative, showing improvement, and the therapist feels that you are ready. Now, I'll give you all a few minutes to say your goodbyes. Tori, I'll take your bag, please. It will need to be searched for any contraband, and then your things will be returned to you. I'll be back in a few moments to escort your parents out."

Tori handed him the bag, and the doctor left the room to search her belongings.

John sighed loudly, putting his arms around Tori. Melanie held her close, too.

"This doesn't seem so bad, baby," her mother said, "at least, it's only for a few months. It looks like it's a really nice place, actually."

Tori began to sniffle, and said, "B, but I don't belong here! This isn't fair!"

John hugged her tight, "Baby, it's okay. This will all be over before you know it, and if you show them that you're good, then they'll even let you out early!"

Dr. Carlson knocked lightly on the door and came back in, handing Tori her bag.

"Mr. and Mrs. Hamlin, I'm afraid it's time. Please, rest assured that we'll take very good care of your daughter, and I'll be reporting to you on her progress regularly. Now, if you'll please follow me, we'll let Tori get settled in."

Her parents squeezed her tight, telling her how much they loved her, and that they would miss her so much, then, all too soon, they were letting go. Tori burst into tears as they walked out the door with Carlson. The big door clicked shut, and Tori was all alone in a strange place.

Chapter Nineteen: Meeting Dr. Swell

The big bed where Tori had cried herself to sleep was very comfortable. The sound of a knock on the door woke her from her fitful nap, and she groggily came around, confused for a moment about where she was. The knock came again, and then a lock clicked and the dark room was flooded with a pale white light from the hallway. A tall shadow loomed in the doorway. Tori held her breath, pulling the covers tightly over her head in fear.

"Tori?" a female voice called.

The lights flipped on, and the sound of heels clicking across the cold tile floor drew closer to the bed. Someone sat down on the edge of it, and slowly pulled the covers away from the frightened teen. Wide-eyed, Tori saw a woman with long black hair staring down at her with a friendly smile. She wore a pair of small glasses perched on her tiny nose. Her face was thin and pretty. She wore a white smock, like the other doctor from earlier. Carlson. His name was Carlson, she remembered.

"Hello, Tori," the woman said again, "My name is Dr. Swell. There's no need to be afraid. I know this is difficult for you, but I want to assure you that everything will be alright. Can you sit up for me, please?"

Tori shook her head, still afraid. Dr. Swell reached out and stroked back Tori's blonde hair from her face.

"You're very pretty, Tori," she smiled, "I'll leave you alone in just a minute, but first there's some things I need to take care of, okay?"

Slowly, Tori pulled the covers down, but couldn't bring herself to say anything.

"There's a good girl," Dr. Swell said, "can you sit up for me, please?"

Tori sat up. The doctor's eyes roamed over her hard young body, then their eyes locked. She set a small black kit on the bed.

"Thank you, Tori," she said, unzipping the kit. Inside Tori saw a small bottle of pills, a little vial, and a syringe. Immediately she started to tear up, but the doctor took her small hand and said, "don't worry, honey. I'm not going to hurt you. I just need to give you some medicine,"

She picked up the kit, walked into the bathroom, and returned with a glass of water. She opened the pill bottle and handed Tori 2 small green pills.

"Now, the first step in your treatment is to flush all the bad stuff out of your system," she handed the pills and the water to Tori, "These are a detoxer. They'll help your body fight off those nasty drugs you've been taking, and get you all cleaned out. In a couple of days, you'll feel good as new!"

Choking back a sob Tori squeaked, "but I didn't do any drugs."

The doctor frowned, and a little more sternly reminded her, "Tori, you wouldn't be here if you didn't have an addiction problem. The court ordered these treatments, and if you aren't cooperative, we'll have to report that to the judge. That could mean you stay here even longer, and I'm sure you'd like to go home as soon as possible, right?"

Tori wiped her eyes with her sleeve and nodded. She most certainly didn't want to be here longer. If she was good for them, they could let her out early. There was no point in fighting. If she had to take some stupid pills to get out early, then what was the harm? She took the pills and water, popping them into her mouth and washing them down.

"There's a girl. That wasn't so bad, was it?"


"Now, I'm going to need you to roll over for me. I need to also give you a shot to go with those. It'll just be a little prick in your bottom, and it'll all be over. The shot is an immune booster, and it's going to strengthen your immune system so that you'll be good and healthy," Dr. Swell lied through her teeth.

Obediently, Tori rolled over and pulled down her pants, exposing her perfect little ass to the doctor's gaze. What she couldn't see was the way Dr. Swell licked her lips at the sight of Tori's ass cheeks. They were so round, so perfect, so firm. She couldn't wait until the end of the treatments. But, she was getting ahead of herself. There were still weeks of psychological, emotional, and physical work to be done before Tori Hamlin would be a successful project. She swabbed one of Tori's delicious butt cheeks with a sanitary swab, and pushed the needle into her yielding teenage flesh. In a moment it was done, and she put her kit away.

"All done, honey," she said, "Now, there might be some side effects at first, but it's nothing to worry about. It's just your body making adjustments while we get the bad stuff out, okay?"

"W, what kind of side effects?"

"You might have to pee more often for the next few days. You'll need to drink plenty of fluids. You might also feel, well, a little aroused. That's the medication balancing out your hormones. The kind of drugs that were in your lab results can wreak havoc on a young person's chemical balance. If you feel the need to play with yourself, go ahead," she giggled, "we girls don't tell." she smiled sinfully.

Tori blushed a deep crimson. The last thing she wanted to do was talk to this doctor lady about playing with herself.

"You'll have free run of the grounds for the next two hours. The cafeteria is always open, so feel free to stop in for something if you're hungry. Lights out is promptly at 10:00, though, so make sure you're in your room and in bed by then, okay?"

Tori nodded.

"Oh, one last thing," she pulled a little black watch from her coat pocket, "this is for you. It's just a plain Jane old wristwatch. Nothing really fancy. No cool James Bond gadgets, I'm afraid, but we do run a tight ship here and you're expected to be on time for all your sessions. It's been programmed with your session schedule, so you'll get a vibrating alarm fifteen minutes before each of your appointments. I'll see you first thing in the morning for your initial physical."

Dr. Swell left the room, throwing Tori a warm smile on the way out, and shutting her door. Tori sighed and pulled the covers back over herself. She was a little hungry, but she was too frightened to leave the room. She was also embarrassed that she'd had to show the doctor her naked bottom. She felt humiliated. Even stranger, the thought of the humiliation brought back the memories of that past weekend. It seemed like a lifetime ago, but it had only been a week.

With those memories, she felt a familiar feeling between her legs. She was getting wet. In this strange place, far away from home, and all alone, her stupid pussy was getting wet! It must be the pills, she thought. It had to be the pills. The doctor had said they would make her feel a little aroused, so it must be the pills. As she lay under the covers, the doctor's words came back to her. If you need to play with yourself, go ahead. Unwittingly, she found her hand snaking into her pants, touching her pussy.

Through the one-way glass on the front of Tori's door, Dr. Carlson and Dr. Swell peered in on their newest patient. They wore triumphant grins as they watched Tori try to hide what she was doing beneath the sheets. In a few moments, the scared teenager was quietly masturbating her horny pussy.

"She's perfect," Dr. Swell said.

Carlson nodded, asking, "She took the shot, too?"

"Of course. Just a reminder that we could tell the court she'd been bad, and she'd have to stay longer, and she was pants down and ready to have that needle in her ass," Swell joked.

"Did you see her chart? Not only substance abuse, but chronic masturbation issues. I think I know just how to handle this one," Carlson was giddy.

"Let's leave her for now. She'll be primed and ready tomorrow morning, for sure," Swell said.

Chapter Twenty: Tim

Life in the Hamlin household was very subdued for the rest of the day. Tori's absence was like someone had torn a hole in their lives, and it gaped open with nothing to fill it. Even Stephanie felt a little more depressed than she thought she would. The feeling didn't last long, but the image of Tori being carted off to a rehab center brought mixed feelings. On one hand, she was elated. Her plans had worked out perfectly, with the small hitch that all the built-up sexual energy in the house had totally vanished amid the turmoil. On the other hand, Tori was getting exactly what she deserved, and that knowledge helped the busty teen sleep easier at night.

Her parents were quiet, keeping to themselves, and staying locked in their room all night. The house felt empty. Even Mike was standoffish. Stephanie had gone to his cave, and tried to taunt him into raping her throat with his huge cock, but he was in a foul mood. He told her that he just couldn't get it up today. That left Stephanie bored out of her mind. It was summer vacation, and she had nothing to do tonight. Her friends were mostly gone on vacations. She had no boyfriend...but then, Tori had a boyfriend. Tori had a boyfriend, and he was probably missing her. He'd been almost completely neglected this last week with everything going on! A fiendish plan began to form in her warped mind, and Stephanie found herself bounding up the stairs to her room.

She plucked her phone from her nightstand and fired off a text to Tim, Tori's hunky football star boyfriend.

“Hey Tim. It's Stephie. What are you doing?”

The reply came quickly.

“Nothing. You?”

“Just thinking about Tori.”

“Yeah. Me too. I really miss her. You hear anything?”

“No. They won't let us talk to her until she gets out.”

“I'm really bored, and it sounds like we could both use someone to talk to. You wanna come over for a bit?”

A minute passed before her phone buzzed again.

“Sure. I guess. Be over in an hour. That OK?”

“Yeah. Come on.”

Tim Barnes, star quarterback for the high school would be a senior after the summer. He wasn't as big as the guys on his line. He wasn't supposed to be. He was wiry, muscular, tall, but most of all he was agile and fast. Dangerous in his position, he'd led the team to more victories than they'd seen in the last decade, and was already being scouted by several colleges. To top it off, he was handsome, in an all American sort of way. Dirty brown hair, blue eyed, a kind face with chiseled features. He could have been a poster boy for wholesome middle America.

And, as far as Tim was convinced, he was dating the hottest girl in school. Well, if he had to be honest with himself, Tori's twin sister was actually the hottest girl in school, but Stephanie was also an undeniable flirt, tease, and had never shown the slightest interest in any boy in school. Tori, though, was fun, outgoing, friendly, all the things that made him attracted to her.

The only problem was, they'd been dating for over a year, and his raging teenage hormones were giving him the worst case of blue balls in human history. Tori was a good girl. He didn't want to call her prudish, but she was very reserved, sexually. They made out, and he'd felt up her hot body a few times, but the most play she'd ever given him was a handjob a couple of times. To say he wanted more would be an understatement. He wanted to go all the way with his hot girlfriend.

Now, with Tori in some kind of drug rehab clinic, he wasn't sure he could wait. This summer was going to be full of parties, and hot chicks, and his aching balls were about at their limit. He'd been faithful, and he'd held out hope, but a growing young man has needs. Still, he really missed his girlfriend. She was such a great person to be around, and the thought of her locked up for drugs was inconceivable. He couldn't believe she'd been involved with something like that. It wasn't like the Tori he knew.

Tim's big muscle car roared into Hamlin's drive, and the handsome young man stepped out, making his way up to the door. Of course, he'd had plenty of interaction with Stephanie, and she'd always been very friendly. Maybe a little flirtatious, but that was just her personality. Over the last year he'd come to consider her a friend, and it wasn't unusual for them to chat from time to time. He knew that she was close with her twin sister, though, and they both missed Tori terribly. It would be good to have someone to talk to, and the fact that the two girls looked identical would help. It would almost be like it was Tori, anyway!

He knocked on the door and a moment later Stephanie pulled it open. Tim's eyes about fell out of his head as he took in the sight of Tori's smoking hot twin. She certainly didn't dress like Tori! Stephanie's lips glistened with a fresh coat of gloss. Her blonde hair hung loosely about her shoulders. A tight half top struggled to contain her bulging tits, while her legs were practically bare in a tiny little skirt that hardly fit the definition of 'skirt'. She threw her arms around him in a tight hug, smashing her big boobs against his chest. Despite himself, Tim felt his aching cock coming to life.

"Hey, Tim," She squealed, "It's so good to see you! Come in,"

She led him into the living room and sat him down on the couch.

"Can I get you anything?" she asked.

"Uh, maybe a soda?"

"Be right back," she said, and went into the kitchen.

Tim adjusted his boner and tried to act natural. The Hamlin's house was very quiet, most of the lights out. It was strange. The place was usually so active and warm. Mr. Hamlin would be watching some kind of financial news, while his wife busied herself in the kitchen or around the house. There was always something going on. To see it like this made him feel a little sad. It was like the whole place was holding its breath, just waiting for something to happen.

Stephanie returned with a can of soda and handed it to him, then took a seat right beside him.

"I'll bet you can't believe it, can you?" Stephanie asked.

"About Tori? No. I don't get it. How could she get mixed up in something like this. It's really not like her at all,"

"I know," she agreed, "we all felt the same way. It's been really hard to come to terms with. But, the clinic said that if she shows improvement she could get out a lot sooner, so that's good news,"

"Yeah. She's a good girl. I'm sure they'll see that and realize that she doesn't belong there,"

Tim couldn't take his eyes off of Stephanie's huge melons. Her resemblance to his girlfriend was uncanny, identical in every way. The only difference was those big, ripe, beautiful breasts. He blushed a little as he thought about them, and Stephanie noticed his face color.

"Tim," she said softly, "It's okay to look. I know that you miss Tori a lot, and it's got to be hard on you to see someone that looks just like her,"

"Yeah, I'm sorry. It's just that I've hardly seen her for over a week, and I guess seeing you just makes me think about all the things I'm missing, you know?"

She nodded agreement, asking, "Maybe it will help if you talk to me about what you miss about her, and I'll do the same. That way, we can both remember all the good things that we love about her, and it'll feel like she's right here with us,"

"Yeah, I guess so," he said, smiling for the first time, "I really miss her laugh, most of all. She's always been fun, you know? I make stupid jokes, but she pretends they're funny anyway,"

"I miss that, too," Stephanie lied, "She could be a stick in the mud sometimes, but she always went out of her way to make you feel accepted. I like that about her. I'll bet you miss something else, too, though, don't you?" she smiled coyly.

"Uh, I don't know what you mean," he said dumbly.

"Well, now that Tori's gone, you don't have anyone to take care of your...well...your needs?"

"My...oh, um, well, we hadn't really gone that far. Not yet. I guess, well, I wanted to, but Tori...she'd kind of, I guess, traditional?"

"You mean," Stephanie feigned shock, "You guys never...did it?"

"Uh, no. We make out and stuff, but that's about it. I thought she'd have told you, you guys being so close and all,"

She shook her head, "No, she doesn't really talk about that kind of stuff with me,"

The sudden change in the direction of this conversation had Tim's cock swelling again. Stephanie was so close to him, and she smelled so good, and she looked just like Tori. Oh, geez, he was getting turned on by his girlfriend's sister. Not good! He needed to think of something else. He began chanting "grandma's apple pie" in his head, willing his erection to go down. It wasn't working, though. Stephanie shifted on the couch, and her bare leg rubbed against him. Her skirt rode up, and he could swear he saw her panties peeking out. She was like his fantasy version of Tori, all dolled up in sexy clothes.

"Are you okay, Tim," she asked, putting her hand on his arm. She was so warm.

"Uh, yeah, I'm fine. It's just, well, I always kind of wished that Tori would dress like you do. She's really hot," he laughed, "like you didn't know that. You just have to look in the mirror to see how pretty she is,"

"She's beautiful," Stephanie agreed, and snuggled in a little closer to him, "Maybe, well, this might sound crazy. Nevermind, I'm stupid," She looked away, biting her lip.


"Well, I just thought, maybe you could, um, you could kiss me? I mean, I look just like her, and so it wouldn't even really be cheating. Especially if it was just a kiss, right? Maybe it would make us both feel better. You can pretend I'm her, and I can be your pretend Tori, just this once,"

Tim could no longer think of grandma's apple pie. His poor penis was so hard at the thought of what she was saying. The idea made some kind of sense to his hormone-controlled brain. They were identical twins, after all. It would be better than cheating on Tori by hooking up with some girl at a party or something, right? And he could trust Stephanie not to tell her about it, like some dumb girl might do bragging at school. Before he could say no, Stephanie's lips were touching his.

Tim's balls were so blue he couldn't resist. Her lips were so plump and perfect, her gloss tasted like strawberry. He moaned as she pressed her mouth on his, her hand stroking his arm. He didn't even realize that he was putting his arm around her, his hand stroking her hair. She smelled so good! He opened his mouth, and felt her tongue slide inside, gently and passionately stroking his own. She moaned with desire as her hand slid off of his arm and onto his chest. His chiseled body felt wonderful to Stephanie, and she pushed him further by sliding her hand under his shirt.

Their kissing became more passionate, and soon Tim was breathing hard. His cock was at full mast. Stephanie climbed onto his lap, straddling him, and took his face in her hands. Her tongue was so eager, not at all like Tori's tentative, cautious kisses. His hands slid under her skirt and rested on her perfect ass cheeks, gripping them firmly as her big tits mashed against his chest. He could feel her covered pussy humping against his cock, as it strained in his jeans.

Stephanie was moaning softly into his mouth. She reached down and took one of his hands from her ass, and moved it up to her tits. The poor boy had forgotten all about Tori by this point. His eager penis was in full control, and he had a total bombshell dry humping his raging cock. He never stood a chance. He groped Stephanie's big tits, tweaked her nipples, rubbed her ass. Finally, she broke their passionate kiss and put her mouth to his ear.

"Does my sister kiss you like this," she hissed, "does she rub her horny little pussy against your cock, baby? Does she take care of you?"

To emphasize what she meant, she slid off of his lap and unzipped his jeans. Deftly, she undid his belt, and pulled his pants down before he could figure out what was happening.

"Steph, I, uh, oh... oh... god!"

Before he could argue, Stephanie pulled his cock from his boxers and wrapped her warm lips around it. He was nowhere near Mike's size, much smaller in fact. Fully erect he was only about 5 inches. While she was a little disappointed, this wasn't really about enjoying his cock. It was about getting him under her control. She took him into her throat easily, swirling her tongue around his erection. Tori's boyfriend never had a chance. This was his first blowjob, and he'd always imagined that it would come from Tori. He looked down through glassy eyes and saw a face that was just like hers, only this one was passionate about sucking on his manhood. She pulled off his cock with a pop, and began to stroke it steadily.

"Your big cock tastes so good," she lied, "I'll bet you want to shoot your cum all over my face, don't you? Don't you want to cum on Tori's pretty face?"

She began to jerk his cock rapidly, fisting the head, rubbing his shaft with her saliva, all the while taunting him to cum for her. The poor football player couldn't take it. He began to thrust his hips into her pumping fist, and after a few seconds his hands gripped the cushions in a death grip and his balls unloaded their cream all over Stephanie's face.

"Yeah, baby," she encouraged him, "Mmmm, shoot it all over me! Let me have that hot cum!"

Tim's stored up load sprayed her face, dripped into her cleavage, and shot into her gaping mouth. Stephanie lapped it up hungrily, smiling all the while, jerking his softening shaft. Tim's head fell back against the couch as he tried to catch his breath.

"Mmmm," Stephanie purred, scooping his cum off her tits and feeding it into her mouth, "You sure saved that up for a while! It's not healthy to keep all the cum in your balls for so long, you know?"

Sitting on her knees, her cleavage glistening with his cum, Tim couldn't think of a sexier sight. His hands trembled as he watched her stand and lean toward him. She pushed her tongue into his mouth, and he could taste his own cum on it. Instead of feeling disgusted, he was kind of turned on. She pulled her mouth away, her hand still gripping his slimy pole.

"Taste all your nasty spunk, baby," she whispered, kissing him again, "get it all in there. Does that taste good?"

His reply was muffled by her squirming tongue. Finally, she released his dick and licked her hand clean. Tim just stared, dumbfounded. He couldn't believe what had just happened.

"Well, that went a little further than we thought it would, didn't it?" Stephanie said, smiling as she sat back down next to him. He could only nod as she went on, "Now, if you need those little balls drained again, you make sure to come here. I can't have you cheating on my sister now, okay?"

The smitten boy could only nod. His head was swimming with the most intense feeling he could recall ever having. The couple of handjobs he'd had from Tori were nothing compared to this. His own jerkoff sessions were, again, nothing like this. He'd just gotten his dick sucked for the first time, and he was certain that he'd want to do it again. Sure he felt a little guilty that it was his girlfriend's sister that had been his first, but they were so identical that it might as well have been Tori, right? Stephanie would never tell her, either, so there was no way she'd find out. She'd also left the invitation open to do it again, and the tingling feeling in his empty nutsack told him that he would definitely take her up on it.

"You got your dirty cum all over my big tits," Stephanie was saying, "You really need to clean that up before you go."

He just looked at her stupidly and asked, "Do you have a towel?"

She giggled and pulled his head into the valley of her breasts. She rubbed his face in the remainder of his spunk, and he soon found himself licking it up, if only to get his tongue on those amazing tits. When Stephanie was satisfied, he let go of his head. Tim sat up, his face shiny.

"You'd better go," she said, "but remember, don't you think about putting that dick near some stupid slut, okay? Tori loves you, and she needs you to be faithful. If you get any sexy urges, or some stupid bitch tries to take you away, you make sure and call me, okay?"

"Uh, yeah, sure...I, well, I'll do that. If you get a chance to talk to Tori, tell her I love her, okay?"

Stephanie showed him to the door and watched him stumble out into the night, still unsure of exactly what had happened. Stephanie, quite satisfied with her work, wiped a string of cum and saliva off her chin. She was kind of disappointed that Tim wasn't hung, as well as studly, but his little dick gave her more control over him, anyway. That, at least, was something. What was very satisfying, however, was that she'd been able to seduce Tori's boyfriend so easily! With the promise of more blowjobs, she was assured that he'd be eating out of her hand by the time Tori came home.


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If you're looking for more family fun stories, check out the recommended reading:

Tempting Trevor: A masterclass in sibling seduction, this story follows Stacy's manipulation of her naive brother and his girlfriend.

Correcting Kelly: A premium read, this dark tale is a spiral into a wicked plot by an unhinged father, to remake his family. Follow the evil Todd as changes his spoiled wife into a mindless sex pet, wholly focused on his cock, while simultaneously replacing her in his bed with his daughter, Kelly, turning her into his personal breeding slut.

Need more Hamlin twins? Read A Hamlin Family Interlude, a follow-up story that takes place between The Second Place Sister and Doppelgänger.

Fancy some further sibling exploitation? Follow the bi-weekly adventures of Lucy and Rachel, an unfolding story that follows Lucy's depraved lessons in "the right way" to masturbate in Gooner Girl.

Need some visual stimulation? Bookmark the post The Illustrated Sister, where I post commissioned artwork for this story as it becomes available.

If you prefer willing submission with a rape kink twist, you can read about Sasha and her twisted fantasy, which becomes all-too real, in Sasha's Obsession.

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