The Second Place Sister

Synopsis and Notes

It is the start of summer vacation, and twin sisters Tori and Stephanie Hamlin are about to be seniors. Stephanie, though, carries with her a dark and terrible secret. Feeling overshadowed by her twin's success, and consumed with her own lust for her father, Stephanie falls prey to a shadowy network of conspirators who promise to give her everything she thinks she wants, if only she can pay the price.

On the face of it, the NewYou Clinic for Adolescent Addiction is a model for rehabilitation and therapy, taking in troubled young girls and helping them overcome their terrible urges. When Stephanie has Tori framed, and labeled a drug addict, the conspirators arrange for Tori's incarceration at the clinic. Outside, Stephanie begins to work on her family, remaking them to fit her perverse vision of perfection. Meanwhile, inside the clinic, Tori learns that rehabilitation can be very humiliating, indeed, but can lead to new relationships that will help her to persevere.

When she's returned to her family, wholly different, Tori must face the changes that her sister has wrought on her family, and herself, facing the terrible truth of what has happened to her. The sisters, and their family, will need to come to terms with not only the changes to Tori, but the changes within themselves. Through trials they never thought to experience, the Hamlin's will need to find the way forward, learning that the power of a family's love is often times the greatest weapon against a terrible evil bent on submission and domination.

Author's Notes on Book One

Thanks, dear readers, for taking the time to devour this filth and depravity with your eager little eyeballs. I'd like to take a moment to give some background, for those who care to read it, on the litany of perversion which lies ahead. For a writer, such as myself, who actually cares very much for his characters, despite the humiliating things he puts them through, it's important for me to give the reader some sort of warning before you dive in to this fantasy land of debauchery.

First, a warning. If you are at all put off by themes of incest, personality modification, hot teenage girls getting their slutty little holes plugged by a multitude of horny cocks, mild cuckolding, light bondage, female chastity, or other such perversions, then this story will not be for you. However, if these things are up your dark alley, by all means, read on. Second, an idea of what you are getting yourself into. I wrote the story for my own enjoyment, which doesn't mean that others won't also enjoy it, it just means that through my many years of reading all the filth on the internet, I never quite found the combination of filth that made my ideal story.

It was with this in mind, that I put fingers to keys to craft, what I hope you will agree, is a combination of a great stroker (for those that like that) and also a story about people. Any author will tell you that their characters, once established, begin to take on a life of their own. This often results in the story taking unexpected turns, or characters ending up in situations the author really had no intention of placing them in in the first place.

This story has a great deal of graphic sex, but alongside that charts the lives of people who are flawed, give in to impulsiveness, end up having to deal with the consequences, but also find that love will see them through the storm. While it's important to have that in a good story, in my humble opinion, this one also contains elements that simply do not take place in the real world. The world of the Hamlins, for example, doesn't contain such awful things as STDs, unwanted pregnancy, and a court system that moves very slowly. Those are all consequences we, in the real world, have to deal with, so please understand that safe sex is good sex! Again, thanks for reading, and I look forward to your feedback on this, the first book of the Hamlin series.

*The Second Place Sister*

One hundred meters.

Tori's feet pounded the track, her blood rushing in her ears.

Ninety meters.

Her legs burned with exhaustion. She spared a quick glance and saw her sister just a step behind.

Eighty meters.

Stephanie poured her last ounce of strength in an all out sprint, and closed on Tori's heels. She could do this! She saw Tori flagging, her sister slowing as she used up her final burst.

Seventy meters. Sixty. Fifty.

Stephanie gulped in air, lungs on fire. Tori surged ahead suddenly. Stephanie raged inside. Where did Tori come up with more energy?

Forty Meters. Thirty.

Stephanie huffed, arms pumping, her long legs weakening. She wasn't worried about anyone behind her. She had a good twenty meters on the closest runner.

Twenty meters.

Tori felt the win. Her next gold hovered right there, just seconds away. She could see Stephanie struggling, but almost close enough to touch.

Ten meters.

Stephanie felt hot tears sting her eyes. If she could just muster one last burst! Tori raised her arms in triumph.

Five meters.

Stephanie saw victory die as Tori crossed the line and slowed, bent with her hands on her knees. Stephanie finished less than a second behind and did the same. She wouldn't cry. Not here. Not now. She huffed and sucked in air. Tori looked her way with a smug grin. Stephanie would have choked her if she'd had the strength. Right there, in front of the cheering crowd, she could have wrapped her hands around her twin's little neck and squeezed, until she turned blue and fell over.

Second place. Again. Stephanie filed through the door behind her family, clutching her second place medal in her fist with a death grip Tori, exuberant, strutted in at the head of the line with yet another gold for first. It was something Stephanie had grown used to after all these years. Her twin had always been first in everything. Tori was the first to be born, by only a few seconds. She was the first to crawl, the first to walk, the first to talk. When the two girls were old enough to start competitive sports, the sport of choice had been track. As runners, they were just about equal. Tori, though, always placed first, beating Stephanie by a few seconds each time. Today was the closest she'd ever come.

The only thing Stephanie had come first in was her big teen tits. Stephanie had developed her breasts early on, and where Tori's development had stopped at a nice small C cup, Stephanie's tits had ballooned to D's. She was sure that was why she was always a step behind on the track. Her big heavy udders slowed her down. That had to be it. There was no way Tori was just naturally better at everything.

As her family marched into the living room, Stephanie plastered on a big fake smile and pretended to be happy for Tori's success, yet again.

"You were great, Tori!" She exclaimed, giving her twin a big hug and mashing her fat tits into Tori's slim runner's body.

"You were, too, Stephie," Tori replied, "One of these days you're going to whip my ass on the track!"

Tori's voice dripped with sarcasm. Stephanie burned with anger inside, but she'd learned long ago how to wear a mask. Their parents, John and Melanie, looked on with pride. Their brother, Mike, blew them off and went downstairs.

The two sisters broke their embrace.

"Race you for the shower!" Tori cried, and took off up the stairs. Stephanie, of course, came in second.

*Jealousy*

Stephanie was on her knees beneath the desk of her chemistry teacher, Mr. Hart. His pants were down around his ankles, and Stephanie's little blonde head bobbed up and down on his thick cock. The big-breasted soon-to-be-senior eagerly sucked her teacher's shaft, taking him down her throat to the balls, only to come back up and pull him out of her mouth completely.

"Oh, fuck," the older man groaned, "I'm gonna miss you this summer!"

Stephanie stroked his big dick with the copious amounts of saliva she's slavered on it.

"You mean you'll miss shoving your fat prick into my teen throat," she teased, "You'll miss having me stroke your cock between my big slut melons until you blow your cum all over me, right?"

The teacher's meat pole throbbed in her hand. He was close to cumming, as Stephanie knew from experience. She'd been blowing her chem teacher for a while now. Not that she needed to. She was smart, and her grades had always been excellent. She just enjoyed the power. From the time she started growing her over-sized fuckbags, she had noticed that men and boys had positively drooled over her. She loved the attention, and the way that she could manipulate them into doing just about anything for her. And if she had to slobber on their dicks once in a while to keep them on a tight leash, what was the harm? Besides, she loved it when they shot their sticky spunk into her throat, or covered her tits with it. She often finger fucked her snatch at night thinking of men cumming on her big tits.

She slowed her stroking to an even, deliberate pace, and worked her fist around Mr. Hart's bulbous head. She put the tip back in her mouth, and worked his shaft, moaning around it. Every few strokes, she would pause long enough to talk dirty to him. She loved spewing filth while she sucked off cocks. It was a huge turn-on.

"Are you gonna cum for me, Mr. Hart? Are you gonna fill up my tummy with your hot load? Or would you rather cover my big tits?" Slurp, "Maybe you want to squirt your cum all over my face this time?" Slurp, "Go on. I'm your little cocksucker. You can cum anywhere you want to. Show me what a hot old man does to little teenage suck sluts, Mr. Hart."

That was it. The teacher grabbed his student's face and shoved his whole prick back into her mouth. He wanted to scream out his orgasm, but retained some awareness that he was in a school building. Instead, he gritted his teeth and unloaded spurt after spurt of goo right down Stephanie's throat. She happily sucked it all down, milking his cock for every last drop before popping it out of her mouth.

Mr. Hart, eyes glazed, stared down at the sexy little blonde girl as she pushed the remaining drops of cum into her mouth, licking her fingers noisily. Stephanie stayed where she was until Mr. Hart recovered a bit. When the teacher started to pull up his pants, she stood, and sat on the edge of his desk. Once he had collected himself, he leaned back in his chair with a satisfied grin.

"So," he said, "I suppose you want to know where we are with the mixture?"

Stephanie nodded. Mr. Hart took a key from his pocket and unlocked a desk drawer, pulling out a small vial, which he handed to Stephanie.

"Now, remember," he said, "just a single drop into a drink each day. It's highly concentrated. After a few days, there's no way in hell she'll pass any kind of drug screen. It'll look to a lab like she's been dosing with a suite of illegal drugs for weeks. There's also a mile aphrodisiac that will start to increase her sex drive, especially in situations where's she's embarrassed or uncomfortable. Chronic masturbation will be a side effect. I wouldn't be surprised if she has some trouble concentrating, performing routine tasks, that sort of thing. It's not going to be anything that will harm her permanently, but it's going to be noticeable."

Stephanie took the vial with a mischievous smile.

"And Steph," he added, "it goes without saying that I had no part in giving you that. If you get caught, that is."

She nodded. "I won't. Now, what about the other part?"

"Tori is a bitch, I'll give you that," he said, "but what you're doing is going to change her life forever. You know that, right?"

"She deserves it," Stephanie snapped, "Now where are we?"

"If everything goes as planned, the NewYou clinic is ready to take on your sister for their program. And the judge knows the deal. NewYou keeps him in plenty of money and teen pussy to make sure they get the right girls for the program. There won't be any problems."

Stephanie nodded. She leaned in and gave Mr. Hart a big sloppy kiss on the lips.

"When we're done, I'll make sure you're getting plenty of teen pussy to keep you happy, too."

"I know you will. You always deliver."

They grinned at each other evilly.

*When Everything Began to Change*

Stephanie gave Tori her first dose in her sports bottle at track practice that same day. Mr. Hart hadn't lied. By the end of practice, everyone noticed that Tori was having an off day. She started strong, but by the end of it she was falling behind Stephanie for the first time in her life. Stephanie was elated.

As they changed in the locker room, Stephanie admired her twin's body. It was, of course, just like hers, and Stephanie knew that she had a fantastic body. Her long legs were toned and slim. Her ass was well rounded, even perfect, firm. Her belly was taut and hard, and her teenage breasts sat high and pert on her chest.

"What the hell was wrong with you out there?" Stephanie asked, pulling her shirt over her huge globes.

Tori reddened, angry, and snapped, "I don't know! I feel kind of shitty today. I think I'm getting sick."

"Well," Stephanie gloated, "I, for one, feel great. I beat your time for the first time, in like, ever!"

"Don't get used to it," Tori shot back, "You'll be in second place again next time."

The two girls rode home together. Tori, quiet and disheartened, shut herself in her room after dinner. Her head hurt. Her stomach ached. She was perspiring more than normal. The strangest thing, though, was that her young pussy was moist and aroused. She laid back on her bed, shut her eyes, and tried to fall asleep. Her pussy was yearning though.

Of course, she'd masturbated on occasion. It wasn't something that she did often. She was usually a little ashamed when she did, but there were times when the body just needed a release and she wasn't ready to let her boyfriend do it, yet. At the thought of Tim, her studly, football player boyfriend, her pussy got even more juicy. She pictured his fit abs, his muscled arms, his thick lips when they kissed, and her hand strayed down into her shorts. She remembered his smell, like sweat and leather, and slipped a finger into her wet folds. Just outside, Stephanie pressed her ear to the door, listening closely to see if her sister was jilling off her teen cunt. She'd already seen the effects of the doses on Tori's performance on the track, and Mr. Hart had said that the aphrodisiac in it would make Tori a little more horny than usual. She wasn't sure if that really meant anything, though. Her sister was a prissy little ice queen, anyway. Any improvement in her sexual energy would be a huge one. She hardly even kissed her boyfriend and, as far as Stephanie knew, they never made out or did anything else.

Inside the room, Tori played with her clit, then stroked her fingers in and out of her sloppy pussy. She hit just the right spot, and involuntarily moaned out loud. Stephanie heard it happen and smiled to herself. She waited a moment longer, waiting for Tori to really get into it. Tori finger fucked herself more vigorously, pushing two fingers in, then out, then rubbing her clit, then back in.

She was humping her hand now, thinking of Tim, her mind suddenly wondering what his cock would feel like inside her. She'd only seen it twice, felt it, and jerked him off after a concert. She had virtually no experience with cock, but now she was curious. What would it be like to have a cock in her instead of her finger? Her pussy gushed on her fingers. She was panting now, moaning audibly, shoving her fingers in and out of her box, pushing close to a good hard cum.

Suddenly, a loud knock at the door shattered her concentration, and Stephanie's voice came from the other side.

"Tori? Are you awake? I'm coming in!"

Tori hardly had time to pull her hand out of her shorts and cover her wet pussy with her blanket before Stephanie opened the door and peeked her head inside the dimly lit room.

"Fuck, Steph," Tori cursed, "there's a reason for closed doors."

Stephanie came in anyway, and sat on the edge of Tori's bed.

"I was worried about you," she lied, "I just wanted to make sure you were okay. Still feeling sick?"

"Yeah," Tori replied, a little guilty that she had snapped at her sister, when she was obviously so concerned for her.

Stephanie sniffed the air, and said, "I guess you're feeling a little better," she grinned, "It smells like someone was having a good time with herself!"

Tori blushed, and pulled the covers up higher around herself, saying, "Leave me alone." She looked like she might cry.

Stephanie stroked her twin's long blonde hair, and reassured her, "It's okay, Tori. A girl needs to get off. It's nothing to be ashamed of. I finger my cunt all the time!"

"You're filthy," Tori complained.

"Oh, get over yourself. Everyone masturbates. Some of us are just comfortable with our bodies, and enjoy ourselves. Maybe you shouldn't be such a prude."

"I'm not a prude. I just have self-respect!"

Stephanie tried to diffuse the situation. It wasn't time to push her sister too hard.

"I'm sorry," she said, "That was rude. I just wanted to make sure you were okay."

She leaned down and kissed her twin's forehead with her full lips.

"I'll see you tomorrow. Night."

"Night, Stephie."

Stephanie retreated from the room, pleased that she'd not only ruined Tori's orgasm, but made her feel like shit. It was turning out to be a wonderful day. She made her way downstairs, and then into the basement. Her brother, Mike, had what amounted to his own apartment down here.

At 20, Mike was a sophomore in college. Their mother had been knocked up by their father when she was only 18 and he was 19. Their conservative parents had been, understandably, very upset at the time. However, their father had proven to be a very reliable and responsible young man. He'd cared for his child, married their mother, and then made his own way asking for no one's help. He was entrepreneurial, and even at 16 had started his own computer business. Two decades later, the family wanted for nothing. Stephanie always felt a twinge in her oversexed young cunt when she thought about her dad.

Stephanie slipped into her brother's "apartment" and quietly made her way down the stairs. At the bottom was another door, which she opened without knocking, and poked her head inside. The sounds of moaning and slapping of flesh drifted from around the corner. Mike was obviously jerking off to some porn. Stephanie smiled and slipped inside, closing the door behind her. She walked quietly around the corner. Mike sat in front of his computer with no pants. On his big screen was the image of a slim blonde girl with a hard body and big tits, just like her. The slut was getting a huge cock shoved down her throat, and another was stretching out her tender young asshole. The violated girl was quaking with orgasm after orgasm as the two hunks plowed her repeatedly, using her body to jerk their cocks off with.

Mike had his fist wrapped around his own big dick. Stephanie licked her lips as she watched him stroke it. Her brother was easily one of the biggest dicks she'd seen in person. He was nearly ten inches long, and thick. She pulled off her shirt and dropped it on the floor, exposing her bra-covered tits. She pushed down her shorts, and left them on the floor, too. Straightening her thong panties, she tip-toed closer to her brother, her mouth beginning to water. Mike, engrossed in his jerking didn't notice his sister until she was kneeling down in front of him.

"Oh shit!" he shouted, and dropped his massive meat from his hand, "Steph! You scared the shit out me!"

Stephanie quickly wrapped her small hand around her brother's thick fucktool and stroked it gently.

"I'm sorry," she said, looking up into his eyes, "You were so engrossed in your nasty porn, and I didn't want to disturb you while you stroked off this huge cock."