My Sister Made Me Ch. 12

"Anytime," Kara replied. "I know it doesn't make it any better, but I'm so... so sorry that that happened to you. Just... keep living every day like normal because that's what you are. He didn't break you, sweetheart."

Sam smiled, nodding.

"Plus, you changed into the girl that I met and that I really like. I can say for sure that you're awesome."

Snickering, Sam couldn't help but smile wider, then went in for a hug. Kara sniffled again but rubbed her back and she began to feel better about everything.

Sitting back, Sam looked around and then back at Kara. "So... what goes on at this place?"

Grinning, Kara studied her for a second but then smiled. "Well, it's not like a cult or anything. Duncan is my boss at my other job. He and his wife Kelly introduced me to some of their friends. At first... it was just like... parties on Saturdays at people's houses. But we started to get a little friskier, and... without going into ALOT of detail, we're all part of a swinger's group."

Sam didn't know what that meant. "I'm... I don't know what swingers are."

Kara smiled. "Well, we get together and have sex. Swingers are people that fool around outside of their marriages. I guess you could call Duncan and Kelly and I poly-amorous."

"That's certainly interesting," she said. "I guess I've heard of swinging before but didn't realize that was here in this town."

Kara shrugged. "It's not for everyone," she said.

"No, don't get me wrong, it sounds... I dunno... exciting. Y'all have parties here?"

Nodding, Kara took her hand and stood up, showing her the room they were in.

"So, our group has these rules, that we all follow. They're for everyone's safety. This room is where we all meet and have food and talk and stuff. After we cover anything that needs addressing, we go over here..." she said, turning and leading Sam out of the room and to another close by. "This is what we call the fantasy room. I'm in charge of all of the fantasies for each member, and each week, we fulfill at least one fantasy and the others watch."

"So... like..."

"Well, this gentleman is a bondage master," she said, indicating the man that was finishing up setting up some odd looking things. "One of the girls in our group has always wanted to try being tied up or spanked and stuff. It's called bondage."

Sam nodded, smiling. "And so... if someone wants to have sex with like... I don't know... two girls, it's your job to set that up?"

Kara smiled, nodding. "Well, it's not a job. I volunteered. It's kind of what I'm good at, organizing things and setting them up."

Sam began to press her for questions about swinging and the group in particular. Fascinated, she was very interested in hearing about all the ins and outs of this place and about Kara's friends.

"So... there are a few bedrooms if someone is wanting some privacy," she said, walking her around. The doors to the bedrooms were all in the long hallway that they'd entered from what Sam assumed was a service door.

"What's this?" Sam thought, going up to a nondescript door with a single light above it. There was a wooden panel that slid back and forth on the front. The door itself was at the very front part of the long hallway, next to a set of stairs that went down.

"All finished," came the voice of the man that they'd let in.

"Okay," Kara said. "Thank you for meeting us so late!"

"Oh, that was my pleasure. I just got in from Dallas and got checked into the hotel, so it worked out fine."

"Great. I already got the bill paid so you should be set until Sunday," she said.

"Thanks, and I'll see y'all tomorrow," he said, going out the long hallway that they'd come in.

Sam opened the door and peered in, but only saw a chair in a very small room. She saw a panel on the door, like the one on the outside. Reaching down, she slid the panel aside and saw a hole had been cut into it, then padded.

She looked at it curiously, then glanced over to where Kara was still talking with the Bondage guy, walking him to the exit door.

Shrugging, she left the slide open and shut the door just as Kara came back over.

"Most of the fun happens downstairs in the red room," she said, smiling and taking her down the stairs.

Opening the door, Kara turned on the light and Sam saw a bunch of mattresses and pillows, with couches around them on the outside walls. Smiling, she nodded, and followed Kara back up the stairs.

"Sounds like a lot of fun," Sam said.

"Well, like I said, it's not for everyone, but for those that can handle it, it's an awesome experience."

"So, you actually participate?" she asked, waiting as Kara went to turn off the lights. Sam helpfully used her phone as a light so she wouldn't have to bump around in the dark.

"Yeah," she said. "I used to be called a Unicorn, in swinger slang. That's a girl that's not attached."

"Ah, because they're probably rare like Unicorns," Sam said, smiling. "Yeah, I would think that there would be tons of guys in your group.

"Actually, there are more girls," she replied. "It's definitely not the norm. But I guess I'm not a Unicorn anymore."

"So, you only play with your boyfriend and girlfriend?"

She shook her head. "No, I... well... kinda," she said, shutting the door and locking it. The two went to Sam's car and hopped in.

"I'm bisexual, and for me, it's okay to play with other women and I also still do oral sex with men, but... I only have actual male and female intercourse with Duncan."

Sam couldn't help but focus on the part about Kara being bisexual. She'd often wondered about that. Her friend was very cute, and Sam couldn't help but notice that she was attracted to her.

"Personal choice?" she asked, drawing a nod from Kara.

"Most of the rest of the girls play with everyone, though, and the guys are all straight."

Sam smiled. "Sounds like a fun group of folks."

Grinning, her friend nodded and then looked over at her curiously for a second. "Well, if you ever want to come and check it out, everyone is super friendly."

Sam smiled, nodding. "I'll think about it. Y'all meet often?"

"That's the real reason I took Saturday nights off," she said. "You can swing by after work or see about getting off early one night. Just let me know and I'll keep an eye out for you. When we get going, people can be having sex literally anywhere."

Sam snickered, intrigued by the group, the club, and the whole idea in general.

She drove Kara to the outskirts of town, then a few miles more, turning down a nondescript dirt road, and pulling up to a house with the porch light on. There were several vehicles outside, and Kara started to gather her things to get out.

"Thank you for the talk," Sam said. "It really did help."

"Well, good," Kara said. "I'm glad I could. I'd invite you in, but Duncan and the rest are probably having some weird sex party.

Sam immediately thought about saying that would be fun too, but then quickly quashed that idea. Her rampant sex drive was really causing her issues.

"I'm fine. I should get home anyway," she said.

"Sam," Kara said. "I think you're a really sweet young woman. I'm really sad that you were hurt like you were. If you ever need anything, even if it's just to talk for a bit or to have someone to cry with, please let me know."

"Thank you so much, Kara. You're such a good person," she said, smiling and leaning over to hug her.

After they finished, they said goodnight and Sam pulled out, heading home. She pulled in a little after midnight, and despite her continuing desire to have some sort of sexual release, went right to sleep. Her dreams were troubled, though, and she slept fitfully.

She was laying in her bed, Dane spooning up behind her, his big cock pushing against her, but then it was Pastor Dickhead, and he was holding her down. Keith appeared, watching and yelling at her, but then it shifted back to Dane, then Danny, then her father. All of them just watching as he did that to her.

The next day she awoke around eight in the morning, weary from the restless night of sleep she'd gotten. She took a few minutes to get a shower and wake up, and then went back into her room. Grabbing her phone, she stared at it for a good five minutes, her finger hovering over Keith's text messages as she wondered if this was a good idea.

"Shouldn't I just forget him? He insulted me and left. If I forget him, then I can go out with Marley, or Brandon, or just have fun with both of them, or all four of them. But... I do love the jackass. Plus... I'm going to find out what he meant by all that."

After a few minutes of going over the problem in her head, she decided to go ahead and text him. Clicking the box, she waited for it to open, then started typing.

"Can we meet and talk about things?" she sent, hoping she didn't sound like she was desperate.

She set her phone down, glancing at it for a second, but then stood to go and do something else so that she wasn't thinking about it. It buzzed quickly though, and she was surprised to see that he'd texted back.

"Hey," he sent. "I'm sorry that I accidentally hit your nose."

"It wasn't intentional," she replied quickly. "It's not a big deal. Just talk to me. We can meet wherever you like."

"Okay," he sent.

"Let's meet for lunch. Your choice."

"Burgers, noon. You know where," he sent.

"See you there," she replied.

Allowing herself just the smallest spark of hope, she got up and went to occupy herself until it was time to get ready. She was working at three that day and figured that she could just get dressed when she was there at work, or stop back by the house if she had time.

After making herself look okay, she got her work clothes and drove to his favorite restaurant. He wasn't there yet, so she waited. Her stomach rumbled after a few minutes, and she went inside and checked the time. It was just then noon, so she went ahead and sat down.

"I'm meeting someone," she said, not recognizing the waiter as he came over.

"No problem," he said, smiling. "Can I get you a drink?"

She smiled, ordering one and turned to gaze out the window as the world passed by. She went over what he might say, what he might ask, and began to formulate answers to the possible questions.

The waiter stopped back by and dropped off her drink. She smiled and thanked him, then went back to her musings.

After a little bit, she checked her watch, then her phone, but didn't see any messages. Sighing, she began to think that he forgot, or worse...

She tried not to start getting worried, but after fifteen minutes, she couldn't help it. Her waiter came back by at twenty minutes, smiling and giving her a new diet soda.

"Want to go ahead and order and I'll get the other one when they get here?" he asked.

She smiled, nodding. "I'll have the #1," she said.

"All the way?" he asked.

"That's fine," she said.

"Fries okay?"

"Yes, thank you."

"Alright, miss, I'll have that out shortly."

She smiled, then turned back to look outside, scanning for his car. Ten minutes later, her food arrived, and she forced herself to start eating since it had been hours since she'd done so. Checking her watch as she pushed her basket of food away after finishing it, she saw that it was 12:40.

"Goddamn you, Keith," she whispered. "Goddamn you."

Quickly leaving money for the waiter, she stood and went to her car. Sitting there, she told herself that she wasn't going to have another break down and cry because he stood her up. Staring out the window, defeated, she allowed a single tear to slide a lonely path down her cheek.

Sitting there in her car, she waited until 1:10 in the afternoon to make sure that he didn't just get the time wrong, and finally pulled out. Not wanting to go home, she went in early and asked Tracey if she could just start then.

After relieving one of the other waitresses that was all too happy to go home, Sam quickly changed, not giving a shit that the kitchen guys got to see her naked for a few seconds. They all seemed to know that she wasn't doing so hot.

Finally, she looked in the mirror on the back of the manager's door and saw the desperate looking sadness in the girl staring back.

"Samantha," she thought.

The girl seemed to spin around for a moment, then was replaced by her doppelganger. Re-focusing, Sam looked again and didn't see sadness anymore. Smiling, she looked at herself, seeing how cute and sexy she looked.

"To hell with you, Keith," she said. "Asshole."

Taking a deep breath and blowing it out slowly, she grinned and then winked at the Sam in the mirror, promising herself that tonight was going to be a good night. Turning, she stepped out of the locker area, into the kitchen where the guys all whistled at her after she grinned and waved at them.

"Fresas?" she asked, sliding up next to Beto.

"Pinche fresas, baby," he said, looking her up and down. She grinned, rolling her eyes and sauntering out of the kitchen.

"Gahdamn, yo," one of the guys said as she left. The conversation switched to Spanish after that, and she grinned, enjoying every syllable.

Her shift turned out to be one of the best that she'd had. She was super-proud of herself. She was flirty and fun with everyone she, and she didn't have a single bad customer. Posing for photos, she even let a few get a little extra handsy and didn't say anything when they put their hands a little too close to her breasts or on her ass.

She'd seen her sisters off an on during the day, but it had been extremely busy and they didn't get a chance to talk. As 6:00 came, she and Alex both had their tops purchased and the tips were rolling in.

By the end of the day, Sam couldn't remember a shift that she'd enjoyed more. Everyone was flirty and fun, not being mean or hateful, and by closing, she was happy, but also very aroused.

Smiling, she briefly considered contacting Marley or Brandon, but didn't want to seem too easy to get. She'd have to see what they said on Monday when she told them she was single. Maybe they'd both be okay fooling around.

She honestly didn't know and didn't care. As she counted out for the day, Alex standing next to her, she felt Toni come up behind her and squeeze her in a hug and say goodnight. Alex finished before her, then grabbed her stuff and quickly left after saying goodnight.

Feeling the urge to be naughty, she wished that she had some options. She didn't want to go home and masturbate again. That was sad and lonely. She wished that she could find someone that wasn't crazy, and that just wanted to have sex. The fact that she wanted it all the time should have been a bonus.

She sighed, almost resigning herself to being alone that evening.

"Kara would certainly know what to do," she said, not really thinking about it. An idea struck her then, and she smiled, nodding to herself. Grabbing her phone, she quickly shot a message off to her friend.

"Hey. I know this might be crazy, but I think I'll come by if that's still okay," she sent.

One of the kitchen guys dropped a metal pan and startled her. Almost dropping her phone, she set it down and looked back toward them. There were still more than a few in there, and she smiled, feeling like being naughty.

"Hey," she called, drawing the attention of some of the guys. She reached up, untying the knot between her breasts and slipped it free, sliding it off and then following up with her skirt.

The managers were in the office, and she knew that if she was caught, she'd likely be fired, or at least written up.

Not caring in the least, she stood there, clad only in her lacy panties and let them ogle her, a few even pulling out their phones to take pictures. She held up her hand, covering her face, but didn't move, then winked and turned, reaching into her locker to put on her clothes from earlier.

Smiling as she finished getting dressed, she grabbed her stuff, checked her phone for messages from Kara, though there were none, and waved sweetly to the flirty kitchen staff.

"Bye Sam," one of them called.

"Bye boys," she replied, trying to walk sexily out.

Charlie, the lone African-American guy that worked in the kitchen, held the back door open for her and watched as she walked to her car. Smiling, she waved and thanked him, then hopped in and started it, locking the doors and pulling out. Reaching into her purse, she checked her phone again, but it was silent.

"Fuck it," she said, smiling and throwing caution to the wind.

Driving straight for the same place that Kara had showed her last night, she pulled in, surprised by the number of cars that there were. Grinning at what she was about to see and just hoping to see if Kara could convince them to let her in, she sat in her car for a few minutes, fighting the urge to leave. She could feel the desire roiling within her. Every time that someone had looked at her bare breasts, she'd felt herself get a little wetter. Her pussy was throbbing with desire now, wanting someone, needing attention.

She checked her phone again, then sighed. Thinking back to the night before, she remembered that the side door had been locked, but maybe that wasn't the case tonight. Hopping out, she looked around nervously, almost waiting for someone to run out of the door and catch her in the act. Quickly, she padded over to the door and took a deep breath, pulling gently on the handle and closing her eyes. It opened a tiny bit and she had to stop herself from yelling out in triumph.

Looking around, she took a deep breath and stepped into the building. The hall was dim, but not completely dark. She took her time, listening at each door that she came to but not hearing anything within. Forward, she crept, trying to hear sounds, but couldn't detect anything. Walking as quietly as she could, she checked out the big room, but didn't see anyone, only food and drinks.

The fantasy room looked like it had been used, but no one was there. Smiling, she realized that they would of course be in the room with all the mattresses and pillows. They were all probably drunk and having sex.

Smiling, driven by her rampant arousal and her blatant refusal to allow Keith to ruin her day, she tiptoed down the stairs, then stopped just at the door.

Taking a deep breath, she reached for the door handle, but then stopped, wondering if she really should do this. What if they got mad? What if Kara wasn't there?

She shook her head and renewed her resolve.

Reaching forward, she grasped the knob and slowly turned, feeling the door give just a bit when an audible moan of pleasure hit her ears. She smiled, pushing a tiny bit at a time until she could just see a sliver of light.

Peering in, she saw exactly what she expected. Smiling, she turned her head, trying to see some more. People were definitely having sex. Moans and cries of pleasure wafted out, and she groaned, seeing the nude bodies splayed out.

There was the little blonde girl that said she was a sex slave. She couldn't remember her name but remembered thinking she was a ditz. She was sitting on a good-looking guy's lap, grinding back and forth as he held her by the shoulders and neck. As she watched, allowing the door to open just a hair more, the guy pushed her off, kissing her, and handed her off to a bald-headed man who pulled her down into his lap and started fucking her again. Her moans were clear even from Sam's vantage point.

Silently wishing that it was her, she couldn't help but reach down, clutching at her aching pussy before sliding a hand into her shorts and softly brushing a finger across her clit.

Moving a bit, she looked more and allowed herself to open the door a bit farther, then saw Kara's boyfriend, Duncan. He had an absolutely beautiful blonde on her knees, hammering her from behind. Sam groaned, rubbing her clit and watching the scene. The blonde seemed to have a really good orgasm, and Sam caught sight of the largest cock she'd ever seen.