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The Second Place Sister, Part Twenty-Five

The First Shoot The Second Place Sister
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Chapter Forty-Eight: The First Shoot

Sometime during the night, Stephanie was able to pull herself from the couch and get into bed. She’d pitched fitfully, though, as her dreams disturbed her. She was a child, and she was playing in the snow with Tori. A big hill sloped steeply nearby, and child Stephanie, reckless even then, played too close to it. She fell, she slid, and she wasn’t able to stop herself.

The long plunge down the hill was frightening. She’d struck a tree, breaking her arm, and almost passing out. Tori hadn’t even thought when she’d seen her sister fall. She dove down the hill, her arms outstretched, reaching for young, screaming, Stephanie. She heard the scream when her sister’s arm struck the tree, but Tori rolled to the side and missed it by a hair. They came to a stop at the bottom of the hill.

Stephanie cried. Through the haze of tears, she saw Tori plunging through the deep snow toward her. She remembered the pain, how it crippled her. She was helpless, and couldn’t stand to move. Her arm was twisted at an angle. Tori pulled her glove off her hand and told Stephanie to bite on it, then straightened her arm as Stephanie screamed and faded out.

Tori found a branch, set her sister’s arm as best she could, and wrapped her scarf tightly around it. She’d slowly come to, but the pain was incredible. She tasted blood in her mouth. Tori was pulling her carefully to her feet, putting her good arm over her shoulder. Her face was set in grim determination.

“I’m going to save you, Stephie,” she said, “Don’t be scared. I’m here.”

Tori used every ounce of strength to walk Stephanie back up the hill. She’d had to carry her most of the way because she kept passing out from the pain. Their parents were yelling for them at the top of the hill, but Tori couldn’t yell back. Her mouth was so dry, and she had no breath left to yell with. Still, she pressed on, carrying Stephanie, step after agonizing step, until at last she topped the hill and collapsed in the snow.

John and Melanie rushed Stephanie to the emergency room, where the doctors were quick to compliment Tori’s quick thinking. Had she not done anything, Stephanie’s arm might never have set properly. Tori stood by her side as they treated her arm, and put it in a cast. She signed it with a big red heart, and wrote, “I love you, sissy!”

Over the weeks, as Stephanie’s arm healed, Tori had taken care of her, waiting on her every need. Each time she awoke from the dream, Stephanie felt vulnerable, a hint of guilt coming to the fore of her mind. She beat her fists into her pillow and pushed it away. So what if Tori had shown compassion for her here and there? She deserved this, every bit of it. There was nothing to feel guilty for. At last, she could sleep, and when she awoke, Tori was there lapping at her sore cunt and ass.

“Tell me you love me,” Stephanie panted.

“I love you, Stephie.”

“Tell me you’re a slut.”

“I’m your pussy slut, Stephie.”

Stephanie came on her face. Tori sucked at her cunt honey, filling her mouth with the taste of his sister’s young juices. She’d come in this morning, frightened at whatever Stephanie had planned for her, but also excited. Even though she’d cum a couple of times with Tim, the night before, she was incredibly horny.

She could tell a huge difference in her sex drive over just the last week. Where, before, she would have periods where she was only mildly aroused, it seemed that now she was always horny. Even after she orgasmed several times, she still wanted more. Her pussy and her ass might be sore and tired, but she didn’t care. She constantly wanted sex. Was this how Cindy felt? She thought it probably was. The little redhead could be fucked non-stop for days, and still want more. Tori knew she was getting to that point, too. Her mind was almost always focused on the feelings from between her legs, now.

Stephanie took her to the bathroom, and they showered together. Her sister made out with her, played with her pussy gently under the warm water, and made her cum twice with her fingers. Tori thought that, while being fucked was amazing, the way Stephanie could manipulate her body, and tease her mind with her filthy words, was probably the most exciting and satisfying climaxes she experienced. She knew she wasn’t a lesbian, but she realized that she really did love Stephanie. In fact, she might actually be in love with her.

The thought was both scary, and comforting. It was similar to the way she felt about Tim. She just enjoyed being near him, holding him, feeling his body warm next to hers. Even when they said nothing, it was good just to have him there. She found herself wishing she could have the same thing from Stephanie, that she could hold her body against her and feel that warmth.

It was silly, though. Stephanie clearly felt very differently about her, and it made her a little sad. They would never have that kind of connection. Stephanie’s love was different. It was more like the love one has for a special pet. She was Stephanie’s slut, her plaything. That also made Tori aroused and confused.

Stephanie picked out her outfit for her after they showered. Her tiny skirt was so short that Tori’s ass poked out invitingly from beneath it, and if she wasn’t careful, she showed off her hot pussy. A loose top with a plunging neckline went on over her head, and the sides of Tori’s firm, young tits were clearly visible in the middle of it. If she leaned forward, anyone could look down her top and see her breasts. A pair of fuck-me pumps completed the package, along with a little necklace that Stephanie fastened around her neck. The charm said, “fuck toy”.

Tori felt so hot between her legs as Stephanie looked her over, turning her around so that she could see herself in the mirror. She looked like sex on legs. Stephanie kissed her and told her she looked like the perfect little slut.

It was just after nine in the morning when they left the house in Stephanie’s car. Her sister still wouldn’t tell her where they were going, but she figured that wherever it was, it was going to end up with her cumming several times, and probably doing a lot of nasty things. The thought wasn’t quite so bad. Her pussy drooled on Stephanie’s seat.

They arrived at a big house in another neighborhood not far from home. When they got out of the car, Stephanie checked her appearance, gave her a kiss, and then reached into her purse. She pulled out the little gag ball and a pair of fuzzy handcuffs.