The Second Place Sister

"Not unless you know how to remove a chastity belt, and have a huge cock to put up my pussy," she said.

"Oh, well, no I don't think I know how to do that. But I do know where there's a huge cock, and I'll bet it would love to get back into your ass!"

Tori felt her ass clench around the plug. Her butt still hurt from Mike pounding it yesterday. While she did want to cum, she wasn't sure she could take that monster back into her so soon.

"I...I think I'll have to pass. My ass is really sore,"

"Oh, boy! Tell me about it! The first time I took that thing in my butt, it was something else. And then, at that movie theater, there were these two guys that both wanted my ass so much that I felt really bad for them. So, I let them both in it at the same time. Gosh, you talk about about getting stretched!"

"I guess I never asked how the movie date went, did I?" Tori said.

"Oh, it was great. I don't remember what movie we saw. After it started Mike was feeling up my tits and pussy, and then some other guys got really interested in what he was doing, and instead of watching the movie, they started putting their dicks in my mouth. Well, one thing led to another, and before I knew it they were making me a little three-hole whore right there in the theater. It was really nice,"

"That sounds...um, really nice. I'm glad you guys had a good time,"

It did sound nice, in fact. Tori could just picture her friend getting her mouth, ass, and pussy slammed full of cocks, cum spraying on her big tits. She had to close her eyes and breath deeply to get control of her aching cunt.

"Hi girls," John said, popping into the kitchen with an empty coffee cup.

He leaned down and gave Tori a kiss on the head, then the same for Cindy. Cindy, though mashed her lips against his, and then quickly pulled them away, slapping herself on the forehead.

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry! This shit just happens!" She cried.

"It's alright, honey," John said with a laugh, "Maybe you should try that one on Melanie next time," he winked.

"Oh, but she's so pretty. I'd feel really nervous!"

"Ha! Somehow, I doubt that," he said, walking to the coffee maker.

"I think I'll go see if I can get Mike out of bed," Cindy said, excusing herself.

John came and sat at the table with Tori.

"How you feeling, baby?" he asked, his face serious.

"Okay, I guess,"

"I saw Tim scooting out of her last night. You two patching things up?"

"Ha! Trying to, I guess. He took the news that his girlfriend's a slut pretty well,"

John frowned, "Tori, do you really think you're a slut?"

She knew she was, but admitting it to her father might open the floodgates, and she didn't know if she was ready to start telling him about her last few days at home. Instead, she changed the subject.

"Stephanie told me, you know, about you guys," she said, "How come you didn't say anything?"

John sat back in his chair, studied the table silently. Finally, he leaned over and took her small hand.

"I know that things have been really strange for you lately, honey. You have a lot to deal with, a lot of conflicting emotions, new feelings, a whole life to rebuild just because of one mistake. Your mom and I, well, we didn't feel like we wanted to give you too much to handle at once. Honestly, we weren't sure how to even tell you, or if we did how it would make you feel. Do you know how much we love you guys? I would destroy the world to keep you kids safe," his hand tightened on hers, "and maybe we should have told you as soon as you came home. But, that's the truth of it. We just didn't know how to say it, or if it would make you hate us."

There it was, finally out in the open.

"Is that why you guys have been avoiding me?"

"I'll never lie to you, baby. It is. Maybe we're ashamed to face you over it, or maybe we're just afraid, like you're afraid of what's happening to you. And that's no excuse. I can see that now. It's cowardice, and I'm sorry for it. We owe you more than a cold shoulder,"

Tori felt tears in her eyes. She'd never seen her father so vulnerable, his emotions laid so bare. She pushed her chair back and put her arms around his neck, clinging to him tightly.

"Oh, daddy, you're not a coward! You're the bravest man in the world,"

Her tears broke free and ran hot against his neck. He pulled her close and held her until she loosened her grip, stopped crying. She stood back and he reached out to wipe a stray tear from her cheek.

"So, how do you feel about it?" He asked.

"Well, does it make you happy?"

"I think so. We have a good time, and it's brought us all closer, I think. I can't remember us ever being closer to Stephanie before. You know how she is, always the outsider, like Mike,"

Tori nodded. Her sister had always been that way, keeping them all at a distance, even while trying to be part of the whole family.

"Then I'm okay with it," Tori said, "and I don't hate you guys. I could never hate you. And I hope you would never hate me for doing...things, too,"

"Baby, that will never happen. Even when you...made your mistake, we weren't angry. We were hurt, yes, but not because of what you did. We were hurt by ourselves for letting you down, for not seeing that you needed our help, and for not knowing how to give you that help. Maybe, when you have kids, you'll be able to understand this, but we don't always know when you need us. We're just slightly bigger kids, ourselves, you know. Your mom and I started family life a lot earlier than most people, and even though we try our best, we make a lot of mistakes, too,"

"Daddy, I know you guys are human," she giggled, "and I promise if I need help, I'll come to you, alright?"

"Good. Is there anything you need, now? Please tell me, honey,"

"I, well..."

"What is it?"

"Can I tell you something?"

"Of course,"

"And you won't be mad?"

"Well, now that's not fair, but I'll do my best,"

Tori looked bashfully at the floor, bit her lip, and looked like she was going to say something, but stopped.

"If you don't want to tell me, you don't have to," John said, "but if it will help you, then I'm here,"

"I...Have you ever wanted something so badly, that you would do anything to get it?"

John thought for a second, then said, "Yes. Your mother. Our parents weren't very happy about us being together, and I constantly had to prove myself, especially when she got pregnant with your brother. I worked three jobs, finished school, and started my company and it was all because I wanted her so badly that I would do anything for it,"

"Oh, well, maybe it's not quite the same thing..."

"Baby, what is it?"

"Well, ever since I started getting these...feelings...urges...it's really hard to explain. I told Tim this same thing. Some people get horny, and they want to get off, right?"

"I think I've felt that a time or two, yes," he grinned.

"Well, with me, it's like that but a million times worse. When I get...aroused...well, you saw how I acted the first night I came home,"

"I remember,"

"That was mild," Tori admitted, "that was like a category one storm. When I really start to feel it, it's like nothing else matters. I don't care where I am, who it is, what I'm doing. When I get horny I have to get off or I feel like my head's going to explode!"

John could see her getting aroused just talking about it. He'd had plenty of experience now, with her sister, to see the signs, and they were practically copies of one another. Her nipples were hard against her tiny shirt, her lips quivering, stomach tight, breath ragged. Tori was more than turned on, she was intensely horny.

"Well, yesterday, I wanted to have sex with Tim. We were about to do it, right in the living room, but we'd never done it before. I don't think he's ever done it, actually. He, well, he got off before we could...you know...fuck?"

John felt his dick stirring in his pants. Tori might be a different person, but he couldn't help thinking of her sister and the way she totally gave herself over to her lust when she was with him.

"Anyway," she went on, "I was so into it, the need so bad, and then Mike and Cindy came home and saw us. You know that Mike and Stephanie..."

"I know,"

"Well, I had to cum so bad. I had to be fucked, and there was no stopping it, daddy. I begged Mike, I fucking begged him to put his cock in me!"

His already rising cock became fully stiff hearing the words out of his daughter's mouth.

"And he did, daddy," Tori said softly, "He put that dick up my...up my ass, and I came harder than I ever have in my life,"

John sat back in his chair, breathing heavily.

"Tori, why are you telling me this?"

"I just...I just wanted you to know what happened. I want you to understand what's going on. You asked me if I thought I was a slut? I do. I'm a slut, daddy! I can't help it, and I don't know what's happening to me, but only a slut would do that!"

She sat down in her chair and moaned hotly, squirming in her seat. Her face was a mix of agony and pleasure, and John saw for the first time his daughter's switch flipping, and her uncontrollable lust taking over her body.

"Tori, you need to breath, baby. Look at me,"

She opened her deep blue eyes and there was desperation like he'd never seen in anyone. Even his wife on her horniest day, as much of a sex kitten as she was, had never looked like this. Tori stood up and bent over the table, pulling her tiny skirt over her perfect ass. John blanched as he saw the base of a butt plug lodged firmly in her tight behind.

"Tori is that..."

"Yesss," she moaned, "there's a big plug up my ass, daddy. I'm keeping it open so that Mike's cock can get in easier. Oh, I came so hard when he fucked me, daddy. It was so good,"

As he watched, she reached back and jiggled the plug, making herself moan. She looked at him as she did it, her lips wet, eyes full of need.

"You can fuck me, daddy. You can put your big cock up my ass, too, if you want to. It would make me cum so hard, daddy! Oh, I need to cum!"

The transformation was shocking. John realized that he hadn't grasped exactly how serious this was for Tori until this moment. While his dick ached to do as she asked, his more rational instincts held firm.

"Honey, I'm not going to fuck you," he said firmly.

"Please, I have to cum! Oh, please, I need it so bad!"

John had no idea what to do. If he did what she asked, it would be taking advantage of her, and that was not something he was going to do. Still, it was agonizing watching his daughter play with the plug in her ass, trying desperately to get off. He could see the pain it was causing her, and it broke his heart.

"Stay right there, baby," he said, and ran out of the room.

He couldn't believe he was going to do this, but it was the only solution he had right now, short of getting his daughter off himself. He swung open Mike's door and crashed down the stairs. Mike and Cindy came running at the sound of his loud steps.

"What's going on?" Mike asked, worry clear on his face.

"It's Tori," John said breathlessly, "I need your help,"

"Tori? Is she okay?" Cindy cried and ran past them both.

Mike and his father ran up behind her. Cindy was already in the kitchen, whispering in Tori's ear. She'd pulled the plug from her asshole, and was trying to jam three fingers into herself. She looked at Mike and John as they came in, but she wasn't really seeing them.

"I need you to fuck your sister," John said plainly.

Mike laughed. He couldn't help it. It just sounded ludicrous, and he couldn't imagine any other family in the world in which those words would be commonplace.

"Um, okay,"

"I don't know what happened. We were talking, and then, well, this. I'm not going to do it myself, and I understand that you two have already..."

"Yeah, once,"

"Then get to it, man! Can't you see she needs it?"

"Oh, this one is really bad," Cindy said. Even her normally cheery voice was full of worry.

Tori didn't even acknowledge their presence. She just continued to fuck herself in the ass with her fingers.

"The only thing is," Mike said, "I really pounded her ass good yesterday, and I'm sure it hurts. I don't know if I should,"

John pulled his keys from his pocket. This was one of the oddest moments of his life. Never did he imagine that he would have to unlock his daughter's chastity belt so that her brother could fuck her and make her cum. But that's what he was doing. He had to wrestle Tori's hand from her ass to get the belt down her legs. Her pussy was wetter than any he'd ever seen, and John Hamlin had seen a great many wet pussies. It was swollen, hot and clenching. The sight of her needy cunt actually made him cringe. He'd never seen someone who needed to be fucked so badly.

"Mike's going to fuck you, baby," Cindy was saying in her ear, "Would you like that?"

"Ooooh, yes! Please!"

Mike got behind his hot sister and lined his already hard dick up to her fuckslit. He rubbed the head between her lips. It was just like how Cindy got when she really needed to be fucked. Tori was so wet that there was a constant trickle of fuck honey flowing down her legs and pooling on the floor.

"Oh, God! Put it in me, please!" Tori begged.

Mike pushed his cockhead into her, splitting open her tiny pussy. She was so wet that there was no resistance, despite how tight she was, and how big his dick was. It was incredible! Tori bucked herself back against him and immediately began to cum. John watched with a sense of morbid fascination. He'd seen Mike fuck his wife, and he knew that his son had fucked Stephanie, but to see Tori so utterly lost in desire was something else.

Mike fucked his squirming sister for all he was worth, and she came over and over again as he drove his cock into her. She spit a constant string of moans, fuck me's, and yes's as her brother took her pussy for the time. Cindy rubbed her clit all the while, sometimes fingering Tori's asshole, but always watching her friend get off with a look of pure joy.

John backed out of the room, his head in a whirl. He couldn't stand to watch anymore. Despite all the things going on in his home, this somehow felt wrong. This was different because Tori had no control over her body. He knew that if any other member of his family said no, he could walk away respecting that decision. Tori couldn't say no. The only answer was yes, for her.

She was screaming for Mike to fuck her harder, how good it was, caught in an endless series of orgasms the likes of which he'd never seen. He soon found himself in his car, pulling away from the house, no destination in mind. He just had to leave.

Tori lay twitching on the table, Cindy licking out her dripping fuckhole, while Mike sat back in a chair recovering. His dick was still hard. He couldn't get Tori's voice out of his head, the way she begged to be taken, to be filled. It wasn't like the sweet love and passion with Cindy, or the rough, dirty fucks with Stephanie, or even the slutty, impassioned mutual screwing with Melanie. Tori was like a submissive little doll, that could only beg to be fucked, and he thought that he could very easily become addicted to this.

Tori lifted herself from the table, not bothering to adjust her little skirt. Cindy was sliding her belt back up her legs, locking her dripping cunt back into it. Mike didn't know why. It wasn't like anyone was making her do it. Maybe it was just routine, now, like putting on your socks in the morning. Except that Cindy didn't wear socks.

Tori wobbled toward him, leaned down and kissed him on the mouth. That caught him off guard He kissed her back, feeling her tongue in his mouth. Cindy's was cleaning his cock off with her mouth, sucking his cum and Tori's pussy juice off it eagerly.

"God, I needed that!" Tori declared.

"You're...not mad?" Mike asked.

"No," Tori said, "It felt great! When in a house full of sluts, do as the sluts do. Or, something like that," she shrugged and smiled at him.

"Sure, I guess so,"

Tori looked down at Cindy, her mouth stretched around the big dick that had just pounded so much pleasure into her body. She stroked the redhead's hair, winning a cock-stuffed smile from her friend. Tori clapped Mike on the shoulder and staggered from the room. Cindy stood up and put her own pussy over her boyfriend's cock, sank down on it, and rode him in the chair.

It was late in the afternoon when Stephanie pulled away from a downtown office building. She'd spent the morning hours on a shoot, dropped a new contract for a fall line at her attorney's office, and then spent the last few hours going over her own personal project with her web designer. The videos he'd edited together for her were spectacular. She couldn't wait to get home, and unveil her work.

She made it home to find Tori on the couch with Melanie. They were watching a movie, Tori's head in her mother's lap. Stephanie flopped down next to them and gave her mother a long open-mouthed kiss as Melanie stroked Tori's hair. Her sister squirmed uncomfortably, her cunt locked in her belt and undoubtedly yearning to be fucked.

"What have you two kittens been doing today?" Stephanie asked.

"Oh, I spent most of the day at the spa. Busy summer, you know," Melanie said, "Then I got home and curled up with this little angel to watch some TV. We've just been chatting,"

"I didn't do shit," Tori said, "Weirded dad out, got impaled on ten inches of dick, came my brains out, had a nap. You know, the usual,"

Melanie laughed, and Tori giggled. Stephanie pushed the mask to the front and laughed along with them, but inside she wanted to choke her sister. How dare she be happy about being a slut? This wasn't right! She was supposed to be emotionally conflicted, guilt-ridden, filled with self-loathing. It wasn't fair that after everything Stephanie had done to ruin her life, that she was smiling and happy, making jokes about it.

"How was your day, sissy?" Tori asked sweetly.

"Meh. Did a shoot this morning. They gave me a new contract for a fall lineup, too. I took it over to my attorney to look over,"

"Well, look at you little miss big stuff," Melanie said, "so nonchalant with your own lawyer!"

"Ha! Yeah, I guess, so," Stephanie agreed.

Melanie kissed her again, saying, "I'm so proud of you!"

That was what Stephanie needed to hear. Her dark mood began to fade just a bit. She felt better. Tori didn't have her own lawyer. Tori didn't even have a job, or a life outside of her endless need to cum. Maybe she was overthinking it. Tori probably did hate herself for being a slut. She'd just learned to accept it, and keep it bottled up. That made Stephanie happy. She knew that she and Tori were the same in that respect. They'd keep their pain inside, when possible, and eventually it would burst forth and they'd lose their shit. Sometimes, more spectacularly than others.

"And where is the rest of our motley crew?" Stephanie asked.

"Dad left this morning. Don't know where he is. Mike and Cindy are visiting some friend of his about a website she wants to start."

"Oh, really. What sort of website is this, and why?" Stephanie asked, genuinely curious.

It was difficult, even for Stephanie, not to like Cindy. The little redhead hardly had two brain cells to rub together, but her general state of happiness about everything was infectious. If ever there was a girl with a sad story to tell, it was Cindy, but she didn't play the victim. She didn't cry about it, whine and bitch. She just accepted that she was what she was, and as long as the people around her were happy, she could be happy. She was, truly, a tiny, big-breasted, shamelessly sex-crazed pleasure machine.

"What kind of website do you think," Tori said, laughing, "she wants to do porn, of course."

"Well, she's got the body for it, that's for sure," Melanie said.