My Sister Made Me Ch. 12

After cleaning her room, she went down and asked her mother if there was anything she could help with but was told that she had it under control and that she was actually going to relax with a book for awhile.

Disappointed that there was no busy work to curb her rampant arousal and apparent need to try and drive her boyfriend away, she went back up to her room and went through her own closet. Spending about two hours sorting through her old clothes that she didn't want to wear anymore, she put them all on her bed in a neat stack. On the other side of the bed, she laid out her new clothes that she'd purchased with Toni, then transferred coat hangers and got them all nice and straight. Heading down to the storage room for a box, she brought it back up, intending to give all her old clothes to the local Christian donation center.

Standing at the end of the bed, she noticed the marked difference in the two stacks of clothes. The old clothes were a much larger stack than the new ones. Toni had assured her that her dad would be fine with the amount of clothes they purchased, so the other stack wasn't small by any means. Her baby sister had also given her a large selection of her own clothes that she, "didn't need anymore," as she put it. She had a moment of clarity then, seeing the two stacks as the two parts of her life.

The right stack was nice, church-suitable clothing. There were sweaters, nice soft-colored blouses and pretty church dresses. There were comfortable, sensible skirts, jackets, and shirts that would be proper in a Christian house. It had nice shoes, dress shoes, flats, tan pumps, plain white tennis shoes that she would wear when they went to play volleyball or go somewhere for a project or to volunteer for Meals for the Elderly.

The left had crop-tops, tank-tops, spaghetti strapped tops, and a hundred other type of revealing clothing, some that she didn't even know the name of. It had miniskirts, knee-length skirts, leather skirts, leather pants, sinfully colored clothing of every type, as long as it was skimpy or revealing. There were several sets of lacy underwear, revealing bras, skimpy panties, g-strings, t-backs, and even a set of sexy lingerie that Toni had unknowingly loaned her.

The right was what her life had been. It was what her life was supposed to be right now, and in the future. It was what she'd always known, and always wanted. Now, when she looked at it, all she saw was that naive girl that let some narcissistic, manipulative asshole take over her life and use her for his sex games.

The left side was sinful. The left side was sexuality, desire, eroticism, pleasure-seeking. It was full of things that she wouldn't have been caught dead in before the change. The clothes were indicative of a lifestyle that represented Toni, and that she secretly had prayed for to stray from and join her in the light. It was supposed to be a pile of clothes that she abhorred.

Standing at the end of her bed, she looked at the two piles, left and right, sinful and saintly.

Sam and Samantha.

That was what it boiled down to, she realized. That was the question. Which one was she; Sam or Samantha?"

Samantha was supposed to good, proper, respectful. She was supposed to be who she was. But there in that moment, standing in her room, she felt like Sam was who she was supposed to be. Samantha was that naive little girl, letting a stranger corrupt her.

Sam? Sam was the girl that would have kicked him in the nuts the first time he tried to kiss her or lie about his wife leaving him.

Her moment of clarity climaxed, and she realized that she wasn't Samantha anymore. That girl was gone. It was just a name now. It evoked a feeling of anger, then revulsion as she thought about the name Samantha.

"Sam," she said to the two stacks of clothes. "Sam."

Feeling better, she smiled, then opened the box and started piling the stuff in. It took three boxes and three trips to the car, but eventually she got everything put in the back seat to take to the donation place.

Once back upstairs, she took all the other stuff that she was keeping and put it in the closet, sorting it and grouping it correctly. After that, it only took a few minutes to straighten the rest of her room up, and she flopped back down on the bed, bored and sexually frustrated.

"What the heck do I normally do on Sunday afternoons?" she wondered idly.

The answer was obvious, and she rolled her eyes in irritation.

She partly wished that Double D's was open on Sundays or that she still had some girlfriends from high school around that she could hang out with. Keith was the only person from that group that was still around, and all she wanted to do with him was have sex. All of her female friends were still Christians, something she didn't really think of herself as anymore. She wondered if Marley and the guys would let her come over and hang out, or take her to a movie, then figured that wouldn't be good idea since she had a boyfriend. It wouldn't be fair to Keith, and certainly wouldn't be fair to the guys to flirt with them when they couldn't fool around.

"Right?" she asked herself.

At least it would be something to do, though. She sighed audibly, then glanced over at the mirror where she did her makeup. Stuck in the side of the frame was the business card that the man that she'd waited on that day had given her. She went over and picked it up, looking at it and turning it over in her hands. She had no clue what kind of business Rodney Hanover ran on the side, but something had made her keep the card. She picked up her phone and did a quick search on his name, but only found the listing for his legitimate business. She didn't think he wanted her to come work for some stupid law firm.

She sighed, then dialed the number. At first no one picked up, and she started to end the call, but then finally, a man answered.

"This is Rodney," he said.

"Hi, I uh... I got a business card from you at work a few days ago," she said.

"Well hello," he said. "Who am I speaking with?"

"This is Sam, from Double D's," she said.

"Oh, Sam," he said. "This is a pleasant surprise. I'm glad you called. How have you been?"

"Fine," she said. "I was just curious about the offer and wanted to see what this was."

"Well, like I said, it's nothing weird or creepy. At least, I don't think it's weird. If you're comfortable working at Double D's and taking your tits out, you'd be comfortable doing this."

Sam got a little nervous as he spoke, wondering if she should hang up.

"So, what I want you to do, is let me send you some information. Don't worry, I'm not trying to get you to sell anything. I'm also not a pimp, so don't think that this is some fancy way of being a prostitute. I'm a lawyer by trade, so this all has to be on the up and up."

"Okay," she said.

"The easiest way to get this information to you safely is to send it to an email address. You can look through it at your leisure and get back to me whenever you like. There is no contract to sign. If you participate once and hate it, we pay you the standard fee and you can go your separate way. Sound good?"

She had to admit that it didn't sound as creepy as it had in her mind when he'd given her the business card. She could get someone to run a virus scan on the email and make sure it wasn't something with malware.

"Okay," she said.

"Excellent," he said.

She gave him an email address that she had setup to be able to sign up for various web pages.

"Alright, Samantha, I've got your email address and I'll get the information sent to you in a little bit. There's no rush on getting back to me and you're welcome to ask me questions if you have any, either by text or that email will work.

"Thanks," she said. "I'll check it out and get back to you."

"Sounds good, Samantha," he said.

"Oh, and it's just Sam," she corrected proudly.

"My apologies," he said. "Again, thank you Sam. I look forward to hearing from you.

"You too," she said, then clicked the phone off after a final, "Goodbye."

Turning, she tossed the card back on the dresser and went and laid down on the bed, looking at the clock and realizing that she now had absolutely nothing else to do. She checked her phone, and saw that Keith had texted at some point, saying that he needed to talk to her.

"Hey there," she sent him. "Want come over here?"

"Sure," he replied. "We're stopping at my grandparent's house before going home, so I'll see you in about an hour."

"Okay," she replied.

She frowned, sensing something was wrong. She began wondering if he was upset again about things, or if he'd had second thoughts about what had happened last night. She certainly didn't want her family hearing about anything like that, so she knew she would have to be quiet about things if he was troubled.

Making sure she was presentable, she stood in front of the mirror and realized that she was behaving like foolish old Samantha would. Only Samantha would need to be "presentable" as any good, Christian girl would strive to be. Old habits die hard.

"It wouldn't do for Keith to see me unkempt," she said, elevating her voice and making fun of her old self.

Rolling her eyes, she pulled her hair back into a simple ponytail and changed into some clean clothes instead of the pajama bottoms and sports bra that she'd been wearing. She was determined to stop acting like naive Samantha and to being the vulnerable, asexual, little twit that didn't see trouble coming before it punched her in the mouth with its cock.

While she waited, she went and checked to see if any of her siblings were there. Alex and Toni were both gone, and Danny was as well. Dane's door was closed, and she didn't hear any noise, so she didn't know if he was there sleeping or what. That was good at least; she certainly didn't want to bother her siblings with her problems.

Laying back down on her bed, she contemplated her weird sexual issues that seemed to be happening more and more lately, while she waited for one of those weird sexual issues to show up so she could entertain herself. Feeling a little bad for thinking about him like that, she told herself that she'd suck his cock to apologize.

She still cared about Keith, or at least she thought she did. He was nice, and he treated her well. But, part of her wanted more. Or was that just human nature, to always want what you don't have? Maybe Marley would be a better choice. He would certainly have known that Pastor Dickhead would have been up to something. Sighing, she rubbed her temples in an attempt to ward off the headache she was giving herself. Everything had just been so... sexual lately.

Toni had said that she and Alex were like that too, and suggested it was genetic. Since then, she'd been wondering if her mother and birth mother were like that when they were her age. Checking the time, she figured she had enough time to go talk to her mom and ask.

Heading back downstairs, she was half-way down when she realized what she was about to go do, who it was going to be with, and what she was admitting, and started to get a little nervous. She felt like she needed answers, though, and so she took a deep breath and continued down the steps. Steeling her resolve, she went and found her mother, relaxing on her giant bed with a novel in her hands.

"Hey, sweetie," she said, smiling and looking up from the pages. "You need some food?"

Sam smiled, shaking her head. "I wanted to talk. Can I ask you something?"

"Of course," her mother said. "Anything, you know that."

Sam nodded. "It might be an uncomfortable conversation," she warned.

"Are you in some kind of trouble?"

Sam shook her head quickly. "No, no, nothing like that," she said. "I just... I've got to know some things."

Her mother smiled, patting the bed beside her.

Sam elected to sit a little in front and to the side of her so that she could see her mother's reactions and facial expressions as she spoke.

"You and dad have always been so open and honest about everything with me and my brothers and sisters," she said. "You've always been so understanding when something happens and I just wanted to make sure you knew, before I ask this question, that you've made it easy to do so."

Her mother smiled. "Well, good. That was the intent. Now... I'm guessing this is about sex?"

Sam smiled, nodding at her ever-surprising mother. "Wait... daddy isn't here, is he?" she asked, her eyes suddenly wide in alarm.

Her mom snickered, shaking her head. "No honey," she said.

"Good!" she replied with a sigh of relief. "I don't think he's ready to know what I need to say."

"It's okay honey. Take your time."

Sam sighed deeply, nodding. After a few seconds, she felt she needed to just get it over with and took a deep breath.

"Well... recently... Keith and I decided that we were ready to move forward in our relationship and we... had sex."

Her mother smiled but didn't look all that surprised.

"You already knew, didn't you," Sam guessed, covering her face in embarrassment.

Nodding, her mother shrugged and continued to look at her.

"Oh God," Sam said, sighing and dropping her head for a second.

"Honey, the walls aren't nearly as thick as you kids think," she said. "Your father and I've heard almost all of our kids at some point. Dane and Sally, we heard Danny and Hannah every time they thought they were being sneaky, and we hear Toni and Wade as well! Alex never has boys over, so we aren't sure about her."

Sam couldn't help but laugh at the thought of all of the siblings thinking that they were pulling a fast one on their parents and couldn't have been more wrong. "You can seriously hear us?" she asked.

"We can't hear what you're saying, no, at least not you and Keith. Hannah and Danny are loud and crude, and Sally tends to be a bit louder. Toni just doesn't care who knows, it seems like. At least you and your boyfriend try and be sneaky, but the floorboards and ceiling creak, so we put two and two together. It should come as no surprise that you two woke us up last night, and yes, honey, I've heard you doing it before."

Sam smiled, covering her face for a moment. "Oh my God...this is so embarrassing," she said.

"It's a natural thing, Samantha. You're allowed to have sex, as long as you're safe. Most everyone in the world wants to do it. But, if you've had questions, you could have come to us sooner."

Sam nodded. "I know. I guess I just... I didn't want you guys to lose that image of me being this... a good person, you know?"

She didn't understand why, but a tear fell from the corner of her eye.

"Oh, Sam, you'll always be that sweet, polite little girl to me and your father. You've always been kind and very affectionate, always worried about others. A change of clothes and you growing up and having sex isn't going to change being our Sam."

She looked up, smiling, then scooted close and let her mom hug and dote on her a bit.

Sniffling, she wiped her face. "I don't know why I'm crying," she said, chuckling.

Her mom was patient, letting her collect herself and then start to talk at her own pace.

"It's just... something has happened to me recently and I'm concerned that... I might be tempted to do something risky or I dunno... dangerous."

Her mother raised an eyebrow and looked pointedly at her.

Sam shook her head. "I'm not talking like... hurting someone or drugs. I just..." She sighed, taking a breath and closing her eyes. "I'm so damn horny," she said flatly.

Claire burst out laughing, then covered her mouth as Sam looked up in surprise. "I'm sorry," she said. "I didn't mean to laugh."

Sam realized how ridiculous she sounded and giggled, which caused her mother to laugh as well. Feeling a little better a few moments later, Sam gathered herself together and cleared her throat.

"I'm... not just horny. I'm HORNY," she said. "It feels like I'm a guy, I think about it so much. It's almost all I want to do."

Her mom smiled.

"It's made me wonder if my real mom was like this," she said.

"Oh... haha," her mother said. "Actually honey, my sister and I were both like that. We were such headaches for our parents," she said. "I can remember some of the things we did that would turn you red if I told you. I'm not talking about like... flashing a stranger or letting someone get a feel, we're talking... sexual things."

Sam was shocked to hear her straight-laced mother admit such stuff to her.

"We don't need to get into details, obviously," Claire said, "but rest assured, it's normal. We didn't understand why either, but the women in our family were just born with a higher sex drive. Your mother and I both went through... several... boyfriends before we settled on your... well... dads. The others just couldn't keep up with demand, if you follow what I'm saying."

Sam did, and nodded. "So, I'm not weird for thinking about it all the time? I'm normal for wanting to work in a restaurant that objectifies women, or wanting my boyfriend like... constantly?"

Her mother shook her head. "Heck no you aren't weird. If anything, it only got worse when we got older," she said. "Of course, you have to learn to control your impulses. I'm not worried about you though," she admitted. "You've always been able to temper your wants and needs and not overreach for things. Alex too. Toni, though, that's another story altogether."

Sam giggled, nodding. For a few more minutes, Sam felt comfortable asking her more specific questions that she'd been curious about. Some were related to her body during an orgasm, and other were more specifically about Keith.

"I don't know if I should ask you this, but..." she said.

"Trust me, honey," her mother interrupted. "You aren't going to shock me."

"Well, is swallowing... sperm... like... okay?" she asked, not wanting to look up.

Her mother smiled. "It's not the healthiest diet in the world, but it's not going to hurt you. It doesn't taste all that good, of course, but you can get used to it."

Sam smiled, nodding, then realized what had just been admitted, and tried not to visualize it.

"I'm guessing Keith has asked for that?" her mother asked. She snickered, shaking her head. "Boys are so predictable."

"Actually..." Sam said... "I uh... I heard Toni and Wade last night and sort-of... snuck into Alex's closet to see. I saw her doing that." It was mostly true at least.

"Oh... well, as much as Wade and your sister have sex, I'm sure she's used to the taste by now."

"Mom!" Sam said, swatting her hand playfully.

Claire grinned, shrugging. "It's true."

"You're so bad!" Sam said, feeling much better. She leaned in for a hug and then stood, checking the clock. "Keith is coming over to talk," she said. "We were... talking dirty last night and I think he was bothered by some of the things we were saying."

"Oh really? Sounds juicy," her mother said.

Sam rolled her eyes, turning to leave. Pausing at the door, she turned and flashed a smiled. "You know, you and dad are my real parents. I only called Stephanie my real mom because calling her Stephanie is weird."

Her mother smiled, obviously struck by the sweet sentiment. "Thank you honey. Just make sure that you're careful. Safe sex and all."

Sam rolled her eyes, snickering. "Yes, Mom," she said. "Love you," she added, heading out of the room.

"Love you more," came the expected reply. "I'm going to head to the store now, and give you some peace and quiet," she called.

Sam smiled, then called out. "Thanks Mom! I'll be safe!"

As luck would have it, Keith was pulling up as she walked past the front door. She went and opened it, waving as he started to walk up, then started to feel better as she saw the smile on his face.

"Hey good lookin'!" he called.

She smiled, hugging him and planting a kiss on his cheek. "How's my sweetheart?" she asked, taking his hand and walking inside and up the stairs.