The Second Place Sister

"Tori is a cocksucker...Tori loves big cock...Tori is a suck slut...Tori wants cum..."

She was pushing her robe off her shoulders, letting it fall to the floor. Mike drank in the sight of his sister's body, flawless and hard, perfect in every way. It was just like Stephanie's, only with slightly smaller breasts. They looked just right on her slim, toned frame. Cindy watcher her approach out of the corner of her eye, half of Mike's gorgeous cock stretching her mouth.

Tori fell to her knees next to the little redhead, watching her work Mike's shaft with her plump lips. She lay her head on his bare leg, felt his hand in her blonde hair. She could see the veins in his engorged cock, the way it throbbed and shivered as Cindy sucked on it.

"Do you like it, Tori," he asked quietly.

"Uh huh,"

"Do you want to suck it?"

"I..."

"It's okay. You can watch," Mike said.

Cindy pushed her face down onto his prick, taking it down to the balls and making him groan. His grip on Tori's hair tightened. She could feel her asshole clenching around the plug inside of her, and the slippery juice squeezing through the tightness of her belt. Cindy came up and gulped in a big lungful of air. Her spit-soaked hand stroked his hardness as she looked into Tori's eyes.

She pointed Mike's big fuckstick at Tori's mouth, bent it until it touched her lips. It was so hard, and so hot. Tori opened her mouth, and Cindy pushed the big head between her lips. She crawled up on the couch, and lay her head on Mike's chest, listening to the rapid beat of his heart. She sucked on the fat head of his cock as he held her hair. Cindy licked at his swollen balls, teased his asshole with her tongue.

Mike was astonished. Every day, his life just seemed to be getting better. If someone had told him a few weeks ago, that Tori would be sucking his cock while a hot redhead licked his balls, he would have laughed in their face. Now, he looked down and saw Tori's little mouth stuffed and stretched around the first few inches of his bloated cockmeat. He must have been a saint in a former life to deserve this.

Tori moaned around his prick, laying still and letting him pump his dick into her hot mouth. It was so big! How in the world did Cindy get this thing all the way into her throat? She was struggling with just a few inches. Mike pulled his cock from her mouth and she gasped. Cindy quickly gobbled it up, and put the whole thing down her throat, gagging softly as she fucked her face on it. She felt Mike's hand leave her hair, and run down her back, until it rested on her ass cheek.

She felt a shiver run through her pussy. She knew that if he looked down, he'd see the base of the plug stuffed in her asshole. She knew why Stephanie had put it there, too. To open her ass up so that Mike could fuck it. She didn't know if she was ready for that, or if she even wanted it to happen at all. She did like the taste of his cock, though, and how it stretched her lips. It felt so nasty to let him put it in her mouth.

Cindy came up off of his cock as Mike's hand felt the plug in her ass. He shook it a little, making Tori cry out as the motion sent a ripple of pleasure through her ass and into her hot cunt. She almost came, but Mike stopped moving the plug and just let his hand rest on it. Cindy fed his cock back into her mouth, and Tori began to suck on it herself this time, wrapping her hand around the slick shaft.

"You're going to learn to suck it just as good as Cindy does," Mike said to her, "We'll get it all the way in your throat someday,"

Tori moaned around his dick hearing those words, and she knew it was true. This wasn't going to be the only time she sucked on her brother's big tool. The realization made her cunt even juicier.

"Breathe through your nose, Tori," Cindy instructed her, "and then open up your throat like you're swallowing a pill. Don't be afraid to choke on it,"

Tori did as she suggested, trying to ignore the way his thick meat made her feel like she was drowning. She forced more of his cock into her mouth, felt pleased when she took half of it, but her jaw already hurt from getting stretched so wide. She felt Cindy's hand on her head, holding her in place as Mike pumped his dick slowly in and out of her mouth. She gagged on it, choked, and felt a surge of saliva squeeze out between her lips, felt it coat her hand as she held his big prick.

Cindy let her up, and Tori quickly sucked in air as Mike's cock popped from her mouth. Cindy quickly took it back in her own, and moved Tori's hand down to Mike's balls. She squeezed his swollen nuts, massaged them in her hand. They were so full. She could only imagine how much tasty sperm was going to shoot from his prick. He jiggled the plug in her ass again, and she buried her face in his chest and moaned like a slut. He began to pull it out, and Tori felt the base stretching her asshole open as it began to come free.

The plug popped out, and she came instantly as the empty feeling in her ass set in. Her hips jerked as she humped the couch in orgasm, blubbering into Mike's chest. She felt his big fingers slip inside her stretched asshole, first two, then three, and they moved in and out. She spread her legs for him, tried to help him get his fingers deeper. She was so close to cumming again, and if he would just get them a little deeper, she knew it would happen. Then it did. Three fingers went all the way into her asshole and she came again, so hard this time that her mouth hung open in a silent scream, that turned to a wail of pleasure.

"That's a good slut, Tori, cum for me," Mike said, his voice a deep rumble in her ears.

She felt his stomach clenching, heard Cindy's rhythmic sucking, and then Mike was groaning, his breath coming in short gasps. Tori opened her eyes and saw him pull Cindy's mouth off of his cock. He wrapped his fist around it, jerking it, and then he pointed it at her face and it exploded. Tori shut her eyes as she felt hot jets of cum spraying her face. It flew into her hair, in her nose, coated the inside of her mouth as she gasped in shock. Cindy was clapping her hands excitedly. Mike was roaring as he jerked his shaft, and it seemed like the spraying semen would never end.

Tori's face felt like it was completely covered in her brother's hot seed. She licked at her lips, swallowed what was in her mouth, and moaned like a nasty cum whore. Then, she felt Cindy's tongue on her face, licking up Mike's cum, cleaning her off like a kitten. She felt Mike push the plug back into her asshole, and the fullness, combined with the feel of Cindy's tongue licking her face, made her cum again. Mike slapped her little butt as she came, leaving a big red hand print on her cheek.

Cindy moaned happily as she finished cleaning what she could from Tori's face. Tori, her head in a daze, sat up on the couch. Cindy straddled her lap, pawed at her tits, and sank her cummy tongue into her mouth. Mike watched them making out for moment, and then pushed his big cock between their faces. Cindy fed the big head back into Tori's mouth, letting her clean the last few drops from it, before taking it back and sucking out the rest, jerking it into her own mouth. Finally, Mike pulled his dick away and lay back on the couch.

"That was so much fun!" Cindy cried.

"That was great," Mike agreed.

"I think that was Tori's first facial," Cindy said.

Tori nodded her head, still wresting with the realization that she'd just let her brother's huge prick cum all over her. She needed another shower. Slowly, she got off the couch and recovered her robe, wrapping it around her body.

"I'm going to shower," She said to no one in particular, and walked out of the room.

The last thing she wanted right now was to have any kind of a conversation about what had just happened. Now that she'd cum, she immediately felt guilty over it. She was such a slut, sucking her own brother's big dick, letting him fuck her mouth, cum on her face, finger her asshole. Still, it had made her so hot to do all those nasty things, and she knew that when it came time, she'd do it again.

She spent a long time in the shower, scrubbing her face of Mike's spunk and Cindy's saliva. She scrubbed it as if it would take the slut off her, somehow make her clean and normal again. It didn't. When she got out, she went to put her robe back on, but there were cum stains on it where Mike's sperm had dripped off her face. She balled it up and threw it, angrily, into the hamper. She wrapped herself in the towel, instead.

Her phone! She ran to the hamper, pulled the robe back out, and pulled her phone from the pocket. Bob's business card floated to the ground. She tossed the robe back in the hamper, and picked up the card. She checked her phone, and there was another call from Tim. She listened to his voicemail, which was very sweet. He told her that he was waiting for her, and when she was ready he'd be there.

Tori went to her room and looked at the bags of clothes Stephanie had bought her the day before. She looked at the phone again, hesitated, and then pulled up the dialer. With shaky hands, she punched in Tim's number and her finger hovered over the button. With a deep breath, she hit it and heard it ring. The line clicked, and she heard his voice for the first time in weeks.

"Tori? Baby, is that you?" He sounded so desperate.

"Um, Hi, baby. It's me," she said quietly, her voice shaking.

"Oh, God! It's so good to hear your voice,"

"I...Tim...I..." she started to sob.

The sound of his voice, so caring, so desperate to hear from her punched her right in the heart. He didn't seem like hers. He belonged to the old Tori, the good Tori, not the slut that had just sucked off her brother.

"Baby, are you alright?" he asked.

She took a few breaths, tried to settle her nerves.

"I'm here," she said, "It's just so good to hear you. I'm...I'm really sorry I haven't called,"

"Hey, baby, it's all good. I know it must be hard for you, but I'm here,"

"Are you...doing anything today?" she asked.

"Nah. You?"

"Maybe we can have lunch?"

"Yeah! I mean, if you're up to it, sure,"

"Yeah. Could you pick me up?"

"Sure, baby. When do you want to go?"

She looked at the clock.

"Maybe a half hour?"

"I'll be there,"

"Okay. I'll be ready. Tim?"

"Hmm?"

"Thanks,"

"You know it, cutie!"

"Bye."

She hung up the phone and tossed it on the bed, letting out a big sigh. Maybe this was just what she needed. Tim was like a tie to normalcy, something that she could hold onto as her life cascaded downhill into a perverse oblivion with no end in sight.

She looked at the big pile of her discarded old clothes, and then at the bags of new clothes. She dumped the new ones on her bed, remembering as she did how she'd lay in her own piss and cum the night before, her pussy constantly twitching in endless orgasm. The memory made her hot, and she had to fight it.

The new clothes were all tiny tops, ridiculously short skirts, skin-tight pants. She didn't know what to do. She was locked in her belt, and with Stephanie gone with the key, she wasn't sure if anything she wore would really hide it. She doubted Stephanie would let her go out without it, anyway. She wasn't sure she blamed her. She'd probably get horny and end up finger fucking herself in the middle of lunch.

She opted for the longest of the skirts, which ended just above her knees. It was dark blue, and not tight enough that the outline of the belt would be very visible. She pulled a tight matching top over her head, no bra, and saw that it left her midriff bare. Sexy, but not quite slutty. Of course, her hard nipples poking through the thin fabric helped cross that line. It didn't even cross her mind to put on a bra. That should have been another indication that she was no longer the old Tori.

She put on a little bit of makeup, but didn't make herself look like a prostitute, as Stephanie had done the day prior. She checked herself in her full-length mirror. She looked good. She was cute, sexy, a touch of slut. She pinched her nipples and gasped, gave herself a sultry little pout and giggled. If she'd been anyone else, she'd want to fuck her.

She paused at that thought. Is that what she was doing, subconsciously? Was she trying to get Tim to fuck her? She didn't think so, but her sex-crazed brain was funny these days. She sighed. It wouldn't happen anyway. Her cunt was locked up, and her ass was plugged. She turned around, checked her ass in the mirror. The butt plug was hidden. She wondered why she hadn't just taken it out, but decided that she liked the feeling of fullness it gave her, and the sensations it sent through her body when she walked or sat on it.

Her clock read just at thirty minutes since she'd hung up the phone, and she heard the roar of Tim's car in the driveway. He did like to rev that big engine. She picked up a little purse, dropped her phone and keys inside, slipped on a pair of blue slut heels, and went downstairs. Tim was knocking on the door.

Tori breathed and threw it open. Tim's big grin warmed her heart. Her handsome boyfriend looked great, as always. She threw herself into his muscled arms, pressed her head to his chest, and heard his heart beating in his chest. She pulled away, leaned up and gave him a kiss. Tim, used to her chaste lip pecks, gasped as Tori's tongue went into his mouth. She sucked at his tongue hungrily, pressing her tits into his body. She moaned lustily as she devoured his mouth. He could feel her nipples hard against him. No bra?

She finally pulled her tongue from his mouth, looking into his astonished face. She gave him a crooked smile.

"Did you miss me?" she said.

"Uh, yeah,"

"I missed you, too,"

"You look great!" he exclaimed.

He'd never seen Tori dressed this way. Skirts were definitely not her, and the tight top, no bra. She looked amazing.

"Are you sure you're Tori?" he asked.

"Yes, you big lughead. It's really me,"

"You're gorgeous,"

"Why, thank you. You're quite dashing yourself,"

She spun around, letting him get a good look at her.

"Well, I don't know what they did to your fashion sense in that place, but I like it," he said.

They turned me into a slut, she thought, and Tim noticed her demeanor shift, the bubbly attitude slipping.

"I'm sorry," he said quickly, "that was rude. I was just making a joke. I guess it's not really that funny, though,"

"It's alright," she said, forcing her smile back on, "Hungry?"

"Starving!"

He held his arm out for her, and she looped hers though it, letting him lead her to his car. He kindly opened her door, and let her in. He slid behind the wheel, cranked the engine with a loud roar, and backed down the driveway.

"Any place in particular you want to go?" he asked.

"Somewhere normal," she said, "pizza?"

"I like it,"

They were quiet as Tim drove them through town, though it wasn't an uncomfortable silence. They were both lost in their thoughts. Tori wondered how to start over. They'd been together for a year before she went away, and they'd been friends for several years before that. They'd both been in sports, had many of the same friends, but that was the old Tori. How did she begin to put it back together, now. How did she even evaluate her feelings as the new Tori?

Tim pulled into the lot of Dortano's. This was their spot every Friday night, after Tim's games. She recalled, vividly, piling into the place with others from the football team, the ditsy cheerleaders hanging on their arms. It was like remembering ghosts. Tim came around and opened her door, held out his hand. Tori took it and got out, holding onto his hand tightly. He opened the door of the restaurant, and Tori gave him a peck on the cheek as she walked inside.

She immediately drew the attention of every male in the room. Their eyes scanned her body, and she wondered if they could smell her pussy's arousal, maybe on a subconscious level. She was so hot as they looked her up and down, probably imagining what her body looked like, what her pussy tasted like, how tight she was, and if she squealed like a slut when they pushed their cocks into her.

She tried to center herself, ignore the heat between her legs. Tim stepped in behind her, and many of the men found other things to look at. Time seemed to start moving again. She held Tim's hand as they walked up to the counter. He put in their order, knowing just what she liked, and then took her to a table in the corner, away from the majority of the afternoon crowd.

"So," Tori said experimentally, "Tell me how the season ended,"

Tim, on familiar ground, opened up easily enough.

"Well, we stomped Cross High in the final game," he said, "They never even scored. I won the bet with their team captain,"

"The bet?"

"Yeah. You were there, at Mike Pierson's place the week before the game. I told them we'd hold them scoreless. He had to streak the field after the game,"

Tori did remember it, now.

"Oh my God! He actually did it?"

"He didn't want to. Coach told him that if he couldn't stick to his word, then he was gonna bench him next year,"

Tori laughed, and it felt good. This was what she needed, something normal.

"Lucy Pendleton tried to throw herself at me after the game," he admitted, "said that you were getting shipped off to a nuthouse, and never coming back,"

"Did she?" Tori said dangerously.

"She said that you probably didn't even know how to suck a dick, and that I needed someone who did. I told her to go shove a dick down her throat and get lost," he said proudly.

Tori toyed with her straw. If only Lucy Pendleton knew.

"She ended up fucking Jim Horeston, at a party later that night,"

"I wasn't, you know, in a crazy house," Tori said suddenly.

"It's okay, baby. We don't have to talk about it," he said carefully.

"It's alright. I owe you that much, you know, for waiting. For not...cheating on me, I guess,"

It made her sick to say that, considering all the horrible things she'd done the last few weeks. She could still feel her brother's cum in her belly.

"Yeah, well," he said, "It's all water under the bridge. If you want to talk about it someday, it's okay. If not, cool,"

"Drugs," she said.

"Huh?"

"It was drugs, Tim. I can't really remember all the details. I was really fucked up, I think. I don't even know why I did it, but I got caught,"

"Drugs? Is that why you were, well, kind of weird just before you went away?"

She nodded.

"The therapists, at the place I went to, they think it was stress. Anyway, they found some stuff in my locker. I don't even remember putting it there, but it had my prints all over it, and it got me arrested. I'm surprised Stephanie didn't blabber it all over school," she put on her best mocking Stephanie impression, "Ooh, my perfect sister doing drugs,"

Tim laughed, "Nah. Stephanie stood up for you. Almost got her ass kicked a few times, even. Tracy Bowman tried to start some rumor that you'd been secretly prostituting yourself for crack. When Stephanie found out she went fuckin' postal. Smashed Tracy's head against a locker and started kicking her. Tracy's friends tried to jump her, but me and some of the guys pulled them off. Your dad had to come take her out of school for the day,"

"Are you serious?"

"Yeah,"

Tori would have never imagined Stephanie sticking up in her defense. Especially with the way she'd been treating her since she came home. Maybe she had her sister pegged wrong after all. She filed that thought away in the growing 'confusion' file. If she tried to puzzle out that particular thought right now, she'd probably just go mad.

"They kicked me off the track team," Tori said, sadly, "My parents had to tell them what was going, and I was supposed to be gone for the whole summer. The school didn't really have any choice,"