SubscribeStar Story: The Step-Sister, Parts 1-15

Part One

Claudia Petrilli was not enthused when her father remarried. 

For years, she had reaped the benefits of being an only child of a single parent. Especially since her father’s job required a decent amount of travel. While that may have been lonely for some, Claudia thrived on the freedom it offered. Her house became one of the default places to party, as it was the perfect combination of parentless and slightly secluded in location. All it took was a five dollar cover charge at the door, and she made enough to hire a maid to put the place back together the next morning and to reimburse her friend’s older cousin for all the alcohol. Despite being a bit of an outsider who spent most of her time at the skatepark and didn’t care for the majority of her classmates, almost everyone knew Claudia’s name simply from the fact that she was a constant party host. It was ideal. Solid reputation, very little effort. 

Her curfew was practically nonexistent, even when her father was home. Since she was trusted to be home alone so often anyway, it was pretty easy to make him cave on the matter. As for grades, who cared? C’s got degrees, and Claudia had no interest in university anyway. She was going to travel the world, or become a skateboard teacher, or maybe a sexy bartender who raked in more money in tips than some ‘part of the system’ graduate who buried herself in student loan debt just to get an average paying job anyway. Whatever. She would figure it out.

And then, everything changed. 

Her father met one Amanda Porter, and they got hitched within the year. Amanda was everything Claudia’s father wasn’t. She was strict, and seemed to think that all the rules that her daughter Sara abided by should also apply to Claudia. As if. Then there was Sara, who was almost as much of a nuisance as Claudia’s new step-mother. The girl made a habit of bringing attention to certain things, with nonchalant comments like ‘You got in super late last night, sis,’ ‘So, how’d your big test go today?’ etc. 

Amanda and Sara moved in near the end of Claudia’s junior year. Sara was the same age as Claudia, which meant they ended up having a number of classes together. The step-sister was all skirts and blouses, almost exclusively in preppy pinks and purples; she was a total contrast to Claudia, who wore darker and more casual clothes. Plenty of classmates were amused at the step-siblings’ relationship, as the outfits were just the tip of the iceberg. The two girls were polar opposites. Neatly pinned up hair vs. messy ponytails, straight A’s vs. barely passing grades, and social butterfly vs. aloof outsider. 

Sara had no trouble making friends from day one, while Claudia ended up suffering from her new family’s existence. With double the people in their household, the parties had to stop. Not only did Claudia’s step-mother travel less, but Sara also couldn’t be trusted to keep her mouth shut. Even on the weekends where it was just the two high school girls, Claudia didn’t want to risk it. Amanda was starting to get to Mike in terms of rules and discipline, and throwing a rager was a lot different than staying out late on a weeknight. Dropping the nearly bi-weekly parties was an enormous pain. Claudia didn’t give a shit about the social aspect; it was more that she enjoyed being able to crash in her own bed at the end of the night, and now she had to deal with the inconvenience of a lumpy sofa or finding a ride if she didn’t feel like staying at someone else’s place. 

Summer had been a great escape, as there was less talk of curfew during the week and no one harping on grades. Sara had gotten a summer job, which meant that Claudia had the house to herself more often than not when the other three were at work. She didn’t even realize how much she missed the peace and quiet until she had it again, and it was equally nice to be able to fool around with girls she brought over without sneaking around and playing the ‘friend’ card. Claudia was a lesbian, and she wasn’t ashamed of it. The only reason she was partially ‘in the closet’ was because it was tactical. It wasn’t a huge secret at school, but it made things convenient at home when she went upstairs to “study” with a girl. Or, if said girl spent the night, no one batted an eye if they stayed in the same room for a sleepover. 

Now that school had started up again, Claudia was back to dealing with a strict step-mother and an overbearing step-sister. With an early birthday, Claudia had been eighteen for quite some time. It was a month into her senior year, she was technically an adult, and yet most of her family still treated her like a child thanks to how she was being painted more and more like the irresponsible and rebellious child compared to perfect Sara. Earlier curfews started being suggested, as well as an insistence on a ‘study hour’ after school. Her step-mother even proposed a wardrobe overhaul every now and then, testing the waters with the idea every now and then with the idea. And, with her father out of town so often, it was easier for the two new family members to make attempts at messing with her life. Of course, Claudia was having none of it, and would constantly blow them off. She stuck with on-committal responses to ‘suggestions’ without actually agreeing, and then just did whatever she wanted anyway once the conversation was said and done.

Claudia was excited for a weekend to herself. Both Mike and Amanda were going to be away for business through the end of Monday, and Claudia planned on making the most of that time. With no adults around and no expectations to at least check in every now and then, it was the perfect opportunity to stay at her friend’s place and figure out if they’d work well as roommates after graduation. The stars had aligned, as both of Erica’s parents were also out of town for a few days. 

Of course, Sara had to go and complicate things. Halfway through Claudia’s last class of the day on Friday, she received a text from her step-sister. ‘Mom said I’m in charge for the weekend. I expect you home right at 3:30, okay?’

Claudia almost scoffed out loud, but managed to bite her tongue when she remembered the history lecture currently going on. She was in the back row, not really listening, but that didn’t mean she wanted to draw attention to herself. Settling for an eye roll, Claudia flicked the text away and got back to the crude drawing in her sketchbook that was a lot more interesting than both history. As for her step-sister’s message, there was no need to dignify it with a reply. 

The moment the final bell rang, she hopped up from her desk and made a beeline to her locker to retrieve her skateboard. Finding Erica and company next, the small group all hopped in Claudia’s car and drove straight to the park. It was Friday, which meant the place would only get more crowded until the sun started going down. As usual, it was a solid combination of skating and sitting around shooting the shit. 

When the others decided it was time to hang out in the woods for a little bit, Claudia took the opportunity to step away and get her errand done. Smoking had never been her thing, and she also needed to grab some clothes and toiletries from the house for her extended sleepover. Maybe some booze and electronics, too, depending on how much room was left in her bag after everything else. 

The house was eerily quiet when she stepped through the front door. Strange. Sara usually played music when it was just her, or just the two of them home without their parents around. Claudia didn’t dwell on it for too long, nor did she call out to see if her step-sister was home. It would be a lot easier to get in and out if she could do so without unnecessary conversation, after all. Going over the mental checklist of items to grab, Claudia padded upstairs as quietly as she was able in case Sara was in her room and hadn’t heard her arrival. If she could avoid talking with the stuck-up girl, that would be ideal. If Sara wasn’t home, even better. 

Knowing which creaky floorboards to avoid from countless nights of sneaking in late, she made her way down the upstairs hallway and cracked her bedroom door just widely enough so she could slip through. Gently closing the door behind her, she finally turned towards the room itself. 

Claudia gasped.

Part Two

Her entire bedroom was empty.

Like, empty empty. Her bed and desk were still there, but even those had been stripped of anything personal. Claudia’s comforter had been removed, as had the sheets and pillows, leaving nothing but a bare mattress sitting on her bed frame. The desk was just that–a desk. No lamp, no wrinkled stack of clean clothes that had recently been dumped there after their cycle in the dryer, and not a single electronic to be seen. The drawer was likely emptied as well, but Claudia raced over and yanked it open anyway. 

Nothing. All of her personal things were missing, including a number of inappropriate items. Steadying herself on the desk for a moment, she took a deep breath and tried to slow down frantic thumping of her heart. What was going on?! It was less about the bare room, and more about the nerve-wracking knowledge of what had been hidden all around the place. Sex toys, condoms, a fake ID, alcohol, ‘borrowed’ assignments; those were just a few of the things that sprang to mind. While Claudia was pretty open about her sex life, that didn’t mean she wanted her parents seeing all her private things. The other stuff was bad, too. If she was turned in for cheating, that could screw with a few of her barely passing grades. Every fleeting projection hit her like a truck, and she actually thought she was going to throw up for a second. 

A buzz from her pocket broke her out of the mental spiral. “Fuck,” Claudia muttered to herself. It was probably her friends, wondering when she’d be back. While she normally prided herself as a girl who played it cool and never gave a shit, it was going to take a lot to keep it together this weekend while trying to figure out why her parents would do something like this. The good news was, they were gone all weekend, but that just meant a serious lecture looming on her horizon. But why hadn’t they talked to her first? This was so extreme. It was obviously her step-mother’s idea, but why hadn’t her dad defended Claudia, or at least given her a chance to fix whatever it was they considered the problem. Also, what was the problem? Curfew? Grades? Did they finally figure out that Claudia had been fucking girls left and right right under their noses? Not knowing was a frustrating addition to the already horrible surprise she was just hit with. 

It wasn’t one of her friends calling, however. It was Sara. 

Normally, Claudia would have let it go to voicemail, like she intended to do pretty much all weekend while enjoying her freedom. But there was always the chance that Sara’s mother had said something about all this, and any bit of information would be better than being in the dark. Picking up the phone, Claudia realized belatedly that she had no idea what to say. She felt way off her game at the moment. “What?” she bluntly asked. Nothing more clever came to mind. 

“Hey, sis!” Sara exclaimed. Even over the phone, her preppy voice was grating. “You don’t look so hot. Maybe you should have gotten here by 3:30, like I told you to.” 

It took a moment for the words to sink in. The implication wasn’t particularly subtle, but Claudia had been so stuck on the assumption that this had been her parents’ doing that shifting to a different train of thought required a few seconds of processing. And, even when she got there, she didn’t believe it. “Bullshit,” she spat. There was no way her step-sister would be this brazen, and it also would have been impossible to clear out Claudia’s whole room in the hour or two she was at the skatepark. “Sara, spill.”

Her sister didn’t say anything for a few seconds. Finally breaking the silence with a small giggle, she said, “Why do you dress like that? Is it to look edgy, or is it a coded beacon to all the other lesbians in town?”

Claudia’s jaw dropped. Lips slightly parted in surprise, she found herself at a total loss for words. Sure, they went to school together, but she had always held onto the hope that Sara didn’t know. The two of them existed in completely different circles, and it’s not like Claudia had ever made a pass at those preppy, prudish girls. “Sara-” she began. Honestly, it mattered a lot less that Sarah knew. The bigger question was whether or not she had told anybody. Was this the reason behind the extreme punishment of all Claudia’s things being taken? “Spill.” Rather than letting herself get baited, she pushed for the question that had been avoided. 

“You look surprised. Honestly, I don’t know why. I’ve known from the start. People love to gossip, especially when the new girl in town asks for dirt on her mysterious sister. And no, I haven’t told Mike, or my mom. You’re welcome.”

It was only then that something else from Sara’s greeting a minute ago registered. She had commented on how Claudia looked, and had been doing the same thing ever since. Mentioning Claudia’s outfit, and now her expression. It’s not like her sister was watching from the closet, as her voice would have given away her location. And, now that Claudia was glancing that way, she could see that the closet doors were open and every piece of clothing had been removed. It was fucking insane. Focusing up, Claudia walked over to her window and glanced at the house across the street and the nearby copse of trees. No way her uptight sister would risk climbing a tree and potentially ruining one of her precious skirts. 

“It’s not that difficult, Claudia,” Sara said, “I told you, mom put me in charge for the weekend. That means I need to keep an eye on you. Now, you’re a smart girl when you apply yourself. Now, how do I know that you’re holding your phone in your left hand and looking out the window?”

‘Because you can see me at the window.’ Stupid. Claudia stepped out of view to prove the theory and wishfully went to see if any if maybe her bedside drawer had been spared. She only made it halfway before spotting something out of the corner of her eye. Turning to get a better look, she gasped more loudly than when discovering the empty room. There was a camera in the upper corner by her closet. 

“What the FUCK, Sara?!” she exclaimed. Staring right at the invasion of privacy, Claudia’s first thought–after pushing past the infinite offense taken–was how long that had been there. Just last night, she had pleasured herself to an erotic story paired with a few pictures of hot girls to round things off. If her parents had installed it and seen the footage, Claudia would have to run away from home and start a new life. But if it really was Sara, that presented a whole host of different problems. 

No, Claudia would have noticed it. Even though there was no cord, as it was one of the round ones that probably had a solid battery life, it had still been decently easy to notice in her peripherals. This was new. 

“Mm hmm.” Sara’s voice was annoyingly smug. “Now, before you go taking that down and destroying it with a hammer, listen up. If you want all your stuff back–including your car keys, by the way–then all you have to do is show me that you can be a proper, responsible girl. Do you think you can manage that?”

Fuck. This really was Sara, wasn’t it? Either Claudia’s sister was lying and piggybacking off an out of the blue punishment from their parents, or she had done this all herself. Either way, Sara was the current problem, and seemed to have access to the camera. That much must have been all her. Still. Claudia wasn’t just going to roll over. “Fuck you, Sara. I’m calling-”

“What, calling your dad?” she asked, “Good luck. If you actually talked to our parents, ever, you’d know that their itinerary is non-stop business today. Do you really want to drag him out of an important conference to whine that your sister is being mean to you? Last time I checked, everyone trusts me more anyway. Oh, and I used your credit card to buy it. Maybe you’re secretly a cam girl, and wanted to try a new angle for your amateur lesbian porn.”

“Sara!” Claudia exclaimed. 

“Here’s the deal, sis. You’re going to go take a shower, come to my room in just a towel, and politely ask me to dress you up. If you’re a good little doll, we can talk about your stuff. Otherwise, you can kiss your old room goodbye and everyone can hear all about what I found in there. And I mean everyone. Oh, and you bet your ass I’ll stretch the truth about a few of your dirty treasures.”

Pausing to let all that sink in, Sara finally asked, “So, what’s it going to be, Claudia?”

Part Three

A variety of profanities and insults were on the tip of Claudia’s tongue. There were endless creative and colorful ways she could tell step-sister to get fucked, but that wouldn’t solve the problems she was facing at the moment. She wasn’t scared of being outed to their parents, although it would be an enormous inconvenience if Sara ratted on her. But everything else? Apparently, Sara had swiped the car keys Claudia had habitually dropped on the hallway table downstairs a few minutes ago, and was also in possession of Claudia’s credit card information. And that was on top of the stripped bedroom.

For a moment, Claudia considered calling someone. One of her friends, maybe. But this was too much to ignore. If she left now, there was no telling which of Sara’s threats might be activated immediately. Deep down, Claudia knew that the best response to blackmail was to rip off the band-aid and just deal with the fallout–that was the necessary price for freedom. Easier said than done. “Fine,” Claudia muttered into the phone. She scowled at the security camera up in the corner, though managed to resist flipping her sister off. 

“Good choice, sis!” Sara exclaimed, “Now, your grades are pretty atrocious, but you can be bright when you put your mind to it. I know you can! So, tell me what you’re going to do to be a proper sister for me.”

For a fleeting moment, Claudia considered hanging up and changing her mind. Except the patronizing tone in Sara’s voice was grating to the point where it was almost like the intention was to bait out a reaction. Rather than giving her the satisfaction, Claudia simply answered in the most blunt and monotone way. “Shower. Towel. Dress Up.” Even in its most simple form, the third part made her cringe internally. 

“I hope you have a better attitude in my room. Remember, you have to ask me politely to dress you up. You can handle that, can’t you? I mean, your manners definitely need some work. So, I think-”

This time, Claudia hung up. 

The temptation to just leave was still fairly fresh. Staying, however, would at least give her a chance to talk to Sara face to face. Claudia also considered just storming down the hall to jump right into that confrontation, or to trash Sara’s room in retaliation, but responses like that had probably already been accounted for. If Sara went through all the trouble of emptying the bedroom and installing a camera, she would at least think to lock her own bedroom door for the time being, and/or hide away anything important that could be taken out of revenge. So, instead of turning left, she turned right. 

Before entering the bathroom a few doors down, Claudia paused by the linen closet. Checking the upstairs hallway for more cameras, and grateful to see that her step-sister hadn’t gone full psycho and put them up all around the house, Claudia took the time to hide her phone in a folded towel near the bottom of a stack. The bathroom door didn’t have a lock, and she wasn’t stupid enough to leave her last unconfiscated possession on the counter by the sink. Not when Sara could waltz in mid-shower to take it. 

The bathroom itself had been staged for her arrival. Claudia first noticed that her plain dark towel was nowhere in sight; in its place was a pink towel embroidered with her name. The matching ‘Sara’ one was neatly hung right next to it on the rack. They were a recent gift from one of Sara’s aunts. Claudia had managed to force a polite smile at the time, but then proceeded to stuff hers into the closet and never actually use it. “Fucking bitch,” Claudia muttered. She should have burned that towel. Obviously, alternative options were right across the hall, but it would be better to intentionally do what Sara wanted. Until the opportune moment, when Claudia could get the upper hand on her sister and somehow force her to give everything back and keep her mouth shut about the rest. 

All of Claudia’s toiletries had been removed as well, as had a number of Sara’s more expensive products. Smart. The only things left on the counter were a hair dryer, a brush, lotion, and deodorant. Knowing Sara, the latter two would be girly and scented. The shower was more of the same–flowery looking soap, shampoo, and conditioner. There was only one of each, which meant Claudia was going to be left smelling like a fucking princess.

Groaning in frustration, she yanked the shower curtain closed and began running the water.

Claudia stood in front of Sara’s bedroom door. 

Throughout the whole shower, she had kept a careful ear out for the bathroom door being opened. She had also peered around the curtain a dozen times along the way to catch Sara in the act. Surprisingly, there had been no attempt to swipe her phone or the last of her clothes. Was her sister that confident, or was she just intentionally being unpredictable? 

Claudia took her sweet time in the shower, despite her vigilance and paranoia. If Sara wanted to have fun at her expense, then she would need to wait around for a while. It was petty and insignificant in the grand scheme of things, but Claudia didn’t care. It helped. After taking an equally long time drying her hair and brushing it out, it was time to leave the safety and privacy of the bathroom. From the neck up, Claudia was still her hot, alternative self. The rest of her body, wrapped in light pink? Not so much.

It’s not that she was scared of what was waiting on the other side of the door. If anything, Claudia’s hesitance was due to her lack of a battle plan. Her long shower hadn’t been enough to figure out the best approach. After all, Sara had stolen material possessions AND was holding onto secrets and information. Also, Claudia wasn’t sure which one of them would win in a fight if it came to that. Her sister was academic and preppy on the surface, but was rich enough to take all kinds of workout classes. They were around the same size, too, so no advantage there. And if the catfight went in Claudia’s favor, what then? Would holding Sara down and demanding things from her be enough? Probably not, considering how stubborn and arrogant she was all the time. 

So what, then? Claudia wasn’t the begging type. She wouldn’t stoop that low for anyone, least of all her step-sister. Threatening to tattle was so childish, but who else besides their parents would be able to make Sara stop this bullshit? And a civil conversation was out of the question. Their relationship was far from warm on a normal day, and this was nowhere near normal. Ultimately, Claudia decided to stick with what always worked for her: rolling with the punches. 

She knocked. Twice, pointedly. 

“Come in!” Sara exclaimed. Peppy. Of course. Rolling her eyes, Claudia opened the door and strode into the room. Sara was seated at her desk chair, with her usual perfect posture and prudish outfit. Lips curling upwards at the sight of her towel-clad sister, she said, “Oh, hey Claudia. Do you need something?”

Not yet. Claudia could bide her time a little longer. “Will you please dress me up?” The words were polite, but the tone was very much like when an authority figure made her apologize for something she wasn’t actually sorry for. 

The smirk didn’t last long. Sara grinned, beaming as she clasped her hands together. “I would LOVE to, Claudia! Oh, I’m so glad you came to me for wardrobe help.” She stood up and placed a hand on her hip. “Okay, let’s see what I’m working with. Drop the towel. You can’t be a blank canvas if I can’t see all of you.”

Claudia wasn’t fazed in the slightest. She wasn’t shy when it came to nudity around other girls, and she was also hot. If Sara thought a request like that would make her uncomfortable, she had another thing coming. Without a trace of hesitation, Claudia loosened the towel and let it drop to the floor. She placed a hand on her own hip to mimic Sara’s pose. “Happy?”

“Mm hmm,” Sara hummed, “Now, let’s see . . .”

Part Four

For how prim and proper she came across as, Sara clearly didn’t have any reservations when it came to the nudity before her. She shamelessly looked Claudia up and down for a few long seconds, taking in her bare front side and lingering the slightest bit on the more private areas. 

Scoffing a bit, Claudia asked, “So are you a closeted lesbian, or what?” Normally, she’d refer to herself as gay. It was the more casual term, and was far less sexualized than the other. However, Sara used ‘lesbian’ several times already since this nightmare began, no doubt as a more pointed threat about the knowledge she had. Claudia wanted to throw it right back in her face, and perhaps use the idea as a weapon of her own. Even if it wasn’t true, it would sew the seeds of doubt with their parents. Although, if it was true . . .

Sara just smiled. “Maybe a little curious sometimes. Want to be my first?”

“Fuck off.” Claudia snapped. Despite the teasing and the leering, she kept her hands on her hips. Her step-sister could look all she wanted. Claudia refused to flinch. 

“You’re not my type, anyway. Well, not yet. So, Clauds, do you remember what you need to do to earn your room back?”

“I need to be proper, and straight laced, and as boring as you?” She actually couldn’t remember the exact criteria. That felt close enough.

Sara just smirked. “Close, sis. You need to show me that you can be a proper and responsible girl.”

“Whatever. Let’s get on with it, then.”

“Ah, ah. Not yet. Before we get into all that, let’s talk about your behavior lately. You’ve been cutting class, failing tests, breaking curfew, and fucking girls behind our parents’ backs. Not to mention the language, the revealing clothes, and your overall attitude.”

Claudia just rolled her eyes. “Yeah, I’ve been enjoying life. So what?”

“This is exactly the problem,” Sara said, “No accountability. You don’t care. But I told you earlier, Mom said that I was in charge for the weekend. And I think you’re long overdue for some discipline, Claudia.”

“Umm, okay?”

“I’m serious. So here’s what’s going to happen, sis. You’re going to bend over, and I’m going to give you a good, old fashioned spanking.”

“Excuse me?” Claudia actually laughed at the notion. At this point in her life, especially considering the kinds of girls she fooled around with, spankings had more of a sexy connotation than anything else. “If you want me that badly, Sara, just say so.” To punctuate her reverse teasing, Claudia dropped one of the arms from her sides and gave her own ass a resounding smack. 

Sara just scowled. “I mean it, Claudia. Or I could snap your skateboard in half, and burn your weed, and show our parents your fake ID, and donate all your oh so edgy clothes, and-”

“Okay, okay! Jesus,” Claudia groaned, “I get it. Fine. Where do you want me?” The whole thing was ridiculous. Sara didn’t turn her on, which meant something like this was just going to be boring without the other elements that were usually part of the roughness Claudia and the occasional partner fought to be in the driver’s seat for. 

“How about over my desk?” 

“Sure, whatever.”

Without another word, Claudia walked over to Sara’s desk in all her naked glory. She didn’t care. As a hot girl, there wasn’t an ounce of shame that came with her exposure. Especially when her anger and annoyance towards Sara for all this pretty much overrode any other emotions floating around here and there. Naturally, Sara’s desk was pristine, like everything else about the Type A girl’s room. Claudia didn’t want to deal with the indignity of being told to do something she was already about to do, so she partially bent over and placed her forearms down. Just for good measure, she inched slightly forward on the desk and jutted her bare ass out at the same time. 

As in, this wasn’t demeaning. It was sexy. 

Seemingly unaffected by the show, Sara just said, “Now hold still.” Rather than coming over to set herself up for the impending spanking, the preppy dressed girl pulled out her chair and sat down at the desk instead. She reached to the section of organized school supplies in the back corner and retrieved a pink pen along with a plain index card. 

“What are you doing?” Claudia had been ready to get the stupid punishment over and done with. Instead, she found herself with an up close view of what Sara looked like when she was being her usual academic self and working on AP assignments instead of having fun. It was also the first time Claudia’s bare boobs had been ignored by another girl from such a proximity. 

Removing the cap from the girly pen, Sara didn’t say a word. Instead, she simply wrote in bold, capital letters that Claudia could easily read from the way her eyes were less than a foot above Sara’s hand. 

CUTTING CLASS
FAILING TESTS
BREAKING CURFEW
FUCKING GIRLS
VULGAR LANGUAGE
SLUTTY CLOTHES
HORRIBLE ATTITUDE

Turning the card towards Claudia when she was done, Sara asked, “So which one would you like to be disciplined for first?”

As far as Claudia was concerned, only the first few were relevant. Her sexuality was hardly something worth punishing, and the rest of the list was simply her personality that clashed with Sara’s uptight nature. While she was bent over and just trying to get through all this in the name of getting her possession back, however, there was no sense in arguing. It’s not like Sara would listen, anyway. “Cutting class,” Claudia bluntly answered. It was less choosing, and more stating the first item on the list to give her sister as little satisfaction as possible. 

“Now try it politely. That’s why we’re here, isn’t it?” 

“Cutting class, please.”

“And what should I do to discipline you for cutting class?” Sara asked. While the words were patronizing, her tone was still calm and neutral as she met Claudia’s eyes. 

Staring back and refusing to be intimidated or to make this more fun in any way for Sara, Claudia bluntly said, “Will you please spank me for cutting class?”

Breaking the cool facade as easily as the facade had replaced her peppy attitude from before, Sara smirked. “With pleasure.” She reached into the nearby drawer and pulled out a hairbrush that Claudia immediately recognized as her own. Hopping up from the chair, Sara circled around until she was behind Claudia and out of sight. “Now, let’s set some ground rules,” she said, “If you try to get up or if you complain at all, then say goodbye to your skateboard forever. Do you understand, Claudia?”

Her skateboard. Before, it was part of a long list of things she wanted back. But now that her precious board was called out by itself . . .

“Sara, you can’t-”

“Yes, I can. I swear to God, sis, I will throw it into a fucking woodchipper. Now, are you going to hold still and take the spanking you deserve?”

“Yes. I’ll hold still and take it,” Claudia sighed. Despite herself, she lightly blushed at the unintentionally suggestive phrase. It was one thing when she said such things on purpose, but something else when she was stuck on the defensive.

“Good. Ready?” Without waiting for a reply, Sara gripped Claudia’s hairbrush and slammed it as she could against Claudia’s pale backside. 

Claudia’s plan had been to proudly take it, which had been her idea even before she was made to say as much. Instead, she involuntarily cried out from the unexpectedly harsh blow. Turns out, Sara’s version of spanking was nothing at all like the variety Claudia was accustomed to. The first strike was HARD, way harder than the aggressive kinky spanks she had experienced before. Not only that, but a hairbrush hurt so much more than another girl’s hand. 

Furious with herself that she had shown a moment of weakness on the very first spank, Claudia belatedly bit her lip and steeled herself for the next one. She was just caught off guard; that’s all. Now that she was prepared for what she was in for, she’d be better moving forward. 

“Something to say, Claudia?” Sara asked in a lilting voice. 

Once again not letting her smug question linger, she cracked the brush down onto Claudia’s opposite cheek. 

Part Five

Bracing herself didn’t help.

The second strike of the hairbrush was worse than the first. Claudia’s body jolted forward, subconsciously trying to escape the source of the pain, but that only resulted in a more uncomfortable position as she remained bent over the desk. 

Two spanks in, and Claudia realized a major flaw in her smug approach to all this–Sara wasn’t experienced with stuff like this. In the bedroom, there’s an art to being rough with your partner. As far as Claudia knew, her step-sister wasn’t the kinky type. Going too hard and too fast was a beginner’s mistake, and the bottom girl was the one who paid the price. For face slapping, there’s potential whiplash, jaw pain, and more. For spanking, there’s the risk of bruises and vein popping; the latter can look particularly unattractive. Two hard spanks like that with the hairbrush were fine. More? It would depend on a lot of things Claudia didn’t trust Sara to know. 

But it was too late. Sara had given her rules already–no getting up, and no complaining. Technically that didn’t mean ‘no talking,’ but Claudia didn’t necessarily want to test where that line was. Her skateboard meant a lot to her, and she was in too deep to back out now. 

WHAP. The backside of the hairbrush crashed down onto her bare ass again; the first cheek, establishing an alternation. Of course, with how Type A Sara was. Claudia managed to avoid reacting, neither verbally nor physically, as she refused to show even more weakness to her sister. WHAP. It wasn’t until the fourth blow that Claudia thought about something else; Sara hadn’t given her a number. Not that the average authority figure would state such a thing before getting started, but it would still be nice to know. Four of ten? Manageable. Claudia’s backside was desensitized enough from her experimentation with other girls that she could weather a few more of Sara’s harsh hairbrush spanks. It wasn’t pleasant, but she could deal. More than that? Questionable, if she continued being struck that hard with no breaks or lightening up. 

“You really are a bad girl,” Sara said. WHACK. The hairbrush aggressively punctuated her statement. Her tone was anything but flirty or sensual, which is how those words would normally be presented. Instead, it was almost mocking, with a dash of patronizing. “Such a disappointment.” WHACK. “Your dad goes too easy on you.” WHACK. “Good thing you have me to set you straight. WHACK.

Claudia thought she could make it to ten. However, the eighth blow had enough of a punch to it that another embarrassing yelp escaped her lips. “Sara!” she exclaimed. Claudia managed to stay in position, but she had to say something. It was too much. She didn’t even consider the fact that her lack of reaction might have driven Sara to push for one. “That’s too hard!”

Sara just giggled, in that annoyingly preppy way that was all too familiar. “It’s a punishment, Clauds.” WHAP. “It’s supposed to hurt.” As if to prove it, she wound up even more and slammed the hairbrush down on Claudia’s exposed ass.

Claudia’s lips parted in a full O, but no sound came out. The aggressively hard spank was a far cry from the pleasurable pain she was used to; it felt twice as hard as any of the previous ones, and was enough to momentarily take her breath away. That could have just been because she was more vulnerable after the previous ones, but- SMACK. Her thoughts were interrupted when Sara returned to the other cheek, who had decided that the previous spank was the new benchmark. Claudia squeaked at the heightened pain, squirming in discomfort and getting as far as “Sara-” before, SMACK. 

That was it. There was only so much Claudia could handle. She knew it was probably her imagination, but she could practically feel the bruises already starting to form. With the way she was bent over the desk with Sara behind her, there wasn’t a particularly graceful way to get out of her position. Going quickly in the name of avoiding another harsh blow, Claudia partially pushed herself up from the desk and shifted her body towards the bedroom.

“Hey!” Sara growled. WHACK. She evened Claudia out on the other side, then belatedly seemed to realize that the girl was doing more than reacting to the spanking. Sara placed her hand on Claudia’s lower back and tried to shove her forward to keep her in place, but it was a little too late.

Claudia slipped herself out from between Sara and the desk, managing to keep her balance as she moved somewhat sideways while still bent over. Her ass bumped into Sarah along the way, though Claudia was moving too hastily to have any idea where she made contact with her sister. Once she was free of the partial pinned position, Claudia only needed to make it a few steps before feeling like she was safe from the hairbrush and its inexperienced wielder. “Okay,” Claudia said. She turned around, this time cupping her most private area. Her confidence was a little more shaken than before, and it was admittedly a little weird being naked in contrast to a girl who was fully clothed. Step-sister, or not. “That was plenty.”

Sara looked annoyed. Hairbrush still in hand, she crossed her arms with a bit of a huff. “Really? That was literally twelve, sis. You can’t-”

“You don’t know what the fuck you’re doing!” Claudia snapped. It was her turn to cut off her sister. “I told you, that was too hard!”

“And I told you, that’s literally the point of a punishment. I’m not trying to spank you like one of your kinky lesbian girls does.”

Claudia just rolled her eyes. “I don’t want you to spank me like one of my kinky lesbian girls.” Throwing the words right back in Sara’s face. Even if they weren’t step-sisters, the posh know-it-all in the dressy plaid skirts would absolutely not be her type. There was also no good point in lecturing Sara about the dos and don’ts about stuff like that. Instead, she just moved on. “Trust me, that was plenty. If you don’t believe me, I’ll show you the fucking bruises later.” She still wasn’t actually 100% sure that there would be bruises, but her backside was throbbing enough at the moment that she felt confident enough to say it. 

Sara took a beat to uncross her arms. She placed her hairbrush hand on her hip, and used the other to brush back her hair. “Seems to me like you’re complaining. And you got up.” Pausing to let those words sink in, she happily reminded Claudia of why she had bent over in the first place. “So I take it you’re okay parting with your skateboard? Oh, and you should really work on that vulgar language. It’s on your list.”

“Fuck you, Sara.”

“Good thing we have all weekend to work on you,” Sara sighed, “And you didn’t answer my question. Can I get rid of your board, or do you want to finish your spanking?”

Claudia didn’t have a good answer for that. She still wanted to protect her skateboard, but caving now would set up an unfavorable precedent for as long as Sara was in possession of it. Maybe weathering more spanks was possible, but Claudia didn’t like the possibility of being stuck going along with Sara’s every whim due to the same threat working over and over. And that was just one notable thing she was holding over Claudia’s head. While she could replace the majority of her possessions, the secrets and fact twistings were a whole different situation. 

Of course, taking power away from blackmail was always easier in theory. “How many spanks?” Claudia bluntly asked. As ridiculously rough as Sara was being with the hairbrush, Claudia could tolerate a few more now that she had given herself a small break. 

Sara smiled. She glanced up in thought for a moment, before deciding, “Eighteen. Plus a few for bitching out early.”

“No,” Claudia coldly replied. Absolutely not. As proud as she was, she knew her limits. Even another ten would probably be too much for her; she would have refused even without the ones her sister was tacking on. Claudia thought about commenting on the hypocritical way Sara was swearing, but decided less was more in terms of her response. 

“Shame,” Sara shrugged, “Well, we should get you dressed. That’s why you came to me, right? Or was it more for the kinky lesbian fun with your own sister?”

“Step-sister.”

“Whatever.” 

If the plan was to make Claudia uncomfortable, it was failing. She was a pretty shameless girl, plus the incest implication was pretty weak; they hadn’t even been sisters for that long. Just like Claudia was more than confident naked, she could handle a jab or two about her sexuality and ‘slutty’ lifestyle. “Well?”

“Well, what?” Sara replied, “Aren’t you going to ask? Politely?”

Rolling her eyes yet again, Claudia contorted her lips into an overly sweet smile a moment later. “Please, sister dearest, will you dress me up? I’ve always wanted to try on your clothes.” She assumed that was the plan. Rather than dark and alternative, she was going to have to suffer through one of Sara’s prissy outfits. 

At that, Sara smirked. “Sister dearest. I like that. At least, it’s much better than your usual attitude around family. Think you can keep that up for a few minutes?”

“Maybe. What’s in it for me?” Claudia asked. Still being sickly sweet, she batted her eyelashes like she imagined a girl might do in porn for her teacher. “Kinky lesbian fun?” Or, better yet, perhaps her skateboard’s continued existence. But she wouldn’t mention that again so soon, lest it clue Sara into the power and importance it had. 

“Unlike you, I’m not a slut,” Sara scoffed, “Your reward will be that I don’t drag this out. If you can be a good girl, you just have to put on the one outfit, okay? But if you go back to your usual tedious self before I’m done dressing you, then we’ll do a whole fashion show instead. Understand?”

‘Bitch,’ Claudia thought. Still smiling, she said, “I understand, sister dearest.”

“Good.” 

With that, Sara walked over to her dresser and began looking through her top drawer. It didn’t take her long to sort through her lingerie and return with a few lace numbers dangling from her fingertips. A matching pink thong and bra; pretty classic Sara in terms of color, while also being an underwear set that Claudia would never in a million years choose for herself. 

Her instinct was to ask ‘Seriously?’ with a healthy dose of judgment and distaste. However, she knew it was better to keep playing along with Sara’s game for now. As much as she hated the idea of being docile and cooperative, the alternative was much worse. Plus the last thing Claudia wanted to do was try on multiple outfits. 

“Well?” Sara asked, with a smug smile as she held up the bra for Claudia to see, “What do you think?”

Swallowing her pride, Claudia reached out to take the awful pink undergarment. All she could manage was a half-hearted, “Pretty.”

Part Six

Still very much naked in the middle of Sara’s room, Claudia rubbed the lace material of the bra with her hand and looked at the light shade of pink with disdain.

Black was her color. Mostly. She was a skater, but she considered herself more on the alternative part of that spectrum. There were plenty of grays in her closet, as well as some deep teal, maroon, etc. It wasn’t colors that Claudia had a problem with. She just leaned towards darker tones and more comfortable/casual attire. Bras that were comfortable, even if they weren’t as aesthetically pleasing. Same with clothes. Because at the end of the day, she was a bombshell when she was naked, and she was really good in bed. If a girl wrote her off because of her clothes, then that girl obviously wasn’t worth her time. 

Of course, Sara was the opposite. Needless perfection and preppiness, inside and out. While she was plenty uptight, however, Sara wasn’t particularly a prude. There had been plenty of instances where she had strutted into Claudia’s room in similar lace lingerie to what she was giving her step-sister right now. Her body was annoyingly, well, perfect like the rest of her. Claudia had never been interested, of course. Not even because of the sibling thing, because they were more strangers than sisters, but because Sara was not her type in the slightest. 

Looking back, however, Claudia saw things in a potentially different light. Before, she had assumed that Sara was simply flaunting herself and making a show of entering Claudia’s room without knocking to drop off laundry, lecture her about how she should be studying, etc. Now, Claudia was curious if there had been a different intention there. If Sara knew that she was a lesbian, she could have been smugly walking around like that in more of a ‘you can’t have me’ kind of way.

Stupid. Sara’s body was solid, but Claudia had never wanted her in the first place. 

“Earth to Claudia,” Sara said. Breaking her out of her thoughts with a few snaps of her fingers, she placed her other hand on her hip. “This is the part where you get dressed. Or would you rather stay how you are?” 

Claudia was tempted to opt for the latter. The truth was, she would prefer to be fully nude compared to wearing Sara’s overly feminine underwear. Just like when Claudia had dropped her arms earlier, she was still fully confident and shameless when it came to her own body. Sara wasn’t the only sister who had the ‘slender with just the right amount of curves’ thing going for her. But the preppy sister was the one with all the leverage at the moment, and she had mentioned dressing Claudia up before the painful spanking. That still seemed to be the plan, so any rejection or attitude would simply drag things out. 

Well, the attitude was going to persist one way or another, but she wouldn’t reject Sara. Not outright, at least. “You tell me, sis,” Claudia said. Bra in hand, she placed her hand on her own hip to mirror what Sara was doing. Slightly jutting her chest out with the pose, she said, “I don’t mind staying how I am.”

“Of course you don’t. Because you’re a fucking slut,” Sara coldly replied, “Get dressed, Claudia. Right now.”

Plenty of girls would have scowled, but Claudia just grinned. “A fucking lesbian slut. Tell me something I don’t know.” After giving Sara an air kiss and pursing her lips in amusement afterwards, Claudia made short work of putting on the borrowed bra. Despite the mountain of blackmail Sara had on her, Claudia refused to break or beg. 

Sara just sighed. “We still have a lot of work to do, I see.” When Claudia had the bra clasped and adjusted on her chest, Sara handed over the matching thong. “You’re supposed to be showing me that you can be proper and responsible, remember? What you just said was neither of those things.”

“Sorry, sis. I’m not really a slut. I’m an innocent virgin.” Pouting into the exaggerated lie, Sara pulled on the underwear and then stood back up to wait on Claudia’s next move. 

“Believe it or not, that’s preferable. Now say it without the attitude.”

“I’m an innocent virgin.”

“Not that part.”

“I’m not really a slut?”

“There you go,” Sara nodded, “There’s probably a more eloquent way to say it, but that will work for now. Because what are you, Claudia?”

Claudia was so tempted to roll her eyes, but she managed to keep a straight face. Mostly. There was still a trace of idle amusement present as she said what she assumed Sara wanted to hear. “Proper and responsible?” Boring and preppy, like you? 

“Mm hmm. Image is about more than just clothes, sister dearest. But I suppose we can start with the easy part. How do you like what you have so far?”

Objectively, the underwear looked good. Claudia’s cleavage was impressive in the snug bra, and the color did work with her skin tone. The same went for the thong, which showed off plenty of skin while covering her most private area. Just because it looked good, however, didn’t mean that it was her style. “I mean, everything looks good on me,” she said, concluding, “It’s fine, I guess.”

Sara sighed again. Then she dictated, “Your underwear is so pretty, Sara. It’s so much better than the drab, boring stuff I used to wear.” 

Boring? They certainly had different opinions on that word. 

Claudia had been playing along for the most part, because she still wasn’t taking any of it seriously. But it was impossible to keep the scoff from escaping her lips at the suggestion that her clothes were boring. “Because your wardrobe is so fun?” she countered. 

“It’s not supposed to be fun,” Sara replied, “It’s-”

“Proper and responsible. Yeah, I get it.”

“Do you?”

“Here,” Claudia said. She straightened her upper body and rolled her shoulders back. Running her hand through her hair in a way she had seen Sara do countless times when posturing about this or that, Claudia matched her step-sister’s pretentious tone as she echoed, “Your underwear is so cute, Sara. So much better than mine. I’m proper, and responsible, and not at all a fucking slut.”

Despite the over the top version of Sara that Claudia was doing, the more naturally preppy girl smiled instead of looking insulted. “It’s a start. Now, why don’t you ask if you can borrow one of my outfits? Properly, please.” 

Claudia slipped back into her normal self for a moment as her lips tightened in annoyance. There was an unspoken, ‘Fine,’ to her expression, but she didn’t voice it. Instead, Claudia copied Sara’s preppy demeanor and gave a demure smile to her brat of sister. “May I please try on one of your outfits, Sara?”

Sara was just as unfazed the second time around, and made another comment about how they would work on it. According to her, this side of Claudia was preferable to her usual irresponsible self despite the way she was obviously forcing it. Sara took her sweet time going through her closet and looking for options. All the while, she reviewed what she and Claudia had already gone over. Proper and responsible. Better attitude across the board. Respectable clothes. If Claudia could manage all that, plus let Sara discipline her for all the inappropriate behavior listed earlier, then she could maybe earn her room back.

The ‘maybe’ wasn’t lost on Claudia, but she didn’t bother questioning it. The lilt in Sara’s tone and the vagueness of the unofficial terms made it sound like she was purposely trying to make Claudia argue and look bad in the process. Instead, Claudia simply stood there and didn’t take the bait. At some point, Sara would get bored with this. The two of them didn’t get along in the slightest, and even this new dynamic would probably get tiresome for the preppy girl after a while. 

Unfortunately, Claudia had no idea when that would be. Her phone was still stashed away in the linen closet, and her friends were still waiting for her at the park. Would they swing by the house to see what was taking so long? On the one hand, getting caught in Sara’s clothes would be her worst nightmare. But also, maybe she could compel them to gang up on her sister. Surely the ‘perfect’ girl had at least a few secrets hidden in her room. But now wasn’t the time to look. Whatever she found would have to be big enough to balance against everything Sara had stolen from her own room. Mutually assured destruction. And to find that kind of dirt, she needed more than whatever time there was left on Sara’s closet hunt. 

As if on cue, Sara exclaimed, “Got it!” She turned around with a pink plaid skirt on one hanger and a plain cream top on the other. 

“Seriously?” Claudia grumbled. Although it’s not like she had expected anything different. All of Sara’s outfits were some flavor of what she was holding up and what she was currently wearing. “I mean, pretty!” she exclaimed, swinging a little far in the other direction in terms of girly excitement. 

Sara called her out on it right away. “Tone it down, sis. Here, put them on.” 

Without a word, Claudia took both hangers and got right to it. She knew before putting the outfit on that she was going to look absolutely ridiculous. Not in an unattractive way, as it was clear that she looked good in Sara’s lingerie, but more that the pink/white combo didn’t match her personality or her preferences in the slightest. Of course, that was the point. 

The skirt was the perfect combination of classy and slutty. For a girl who dressed and acted like she was above it all, Sara’s skirts were pretty damn short. But with the blouses and cardigans and prissy everything, she could get away with that much leg thanks to the rest of the ensemble screaming ‘purity.’ 

Claudia pulled on the white top next, cringing as she looked down at the ensemble on her body. It really was like she was a Sara clone from the neck down. As if her step-sister didn’t have enough of those, with those two other girls who basically walked and talked just like her. 

“Well, that is a huge improvement.” Sara looked her up and down with her lips pursed in that same obnoxious little smirk. “How about a smile?”

After making sure Sara didn’t have her phone out, Claudia rolled her eyes and gave an annoyed closed-lipped smile in response. 

Sara mimicked the eye roll, along with a tiny huff to show her own bit of annoyance. “We’ll have to work on that too. But for now . . . ” Her lips curled up more than before as she met Claudia’s eyes, “I think it’s only fair that you get something of your own to wear.”

Part Seven

Claudia wasn’t sure what to expect. 

What could she possibly wear from her own collection that would go with Sara’s preppy clothes? Claudia’s mind immediately went to her jewelry collection, although the majority of those pieces were a little too alternative and edgy to complement the pink/white she was currently wearing. Then again, there were a handful of earrings and necklaces that were more casual and understated. Studs went with pretty much anything, for example. However, Sara was fucking smirking. There was no way it was something that simple. 

Still plenty frustrated and annoyed at the whole situation, Claudia had to consciously make an effort to keep her smile from fading. Not that it was much of a smile to begin with, of course, but she would keep it up long enough to keep her step-sister satiated. It was getting difficult to tell how long this whole thing would last. Obviously Sara could dangle Claudia’s stuff over her head indefinitely. Or at least until their parents returned. But Claudia wanted to resolve this all immediately, since she wanted to enjoy a weekend without her parents around. “Like what?” she asked. As cordially as she was able.

“Hmm,” Sara mused. Deciding on a rather smug sounding answer, she said, “That’s no fun. It’s better if it’s a surprise. Now, let’s work on your manners. Ask me politely to give you an accessory. Think of it like a show of faith, sis. You do want your room back, right? This will be one fewer thing you don’t have to worry about. All you need to do is ask.”

As if it were that simple. It was like writing a blank check. But Claudia went for it anyway. “May I please have an accessory of mine, Sara?” While the spanking had caught her off guard, it’s not like there was a lot Sara could do to surprise her. She was the stuck-up academic girl, and Claudia was the more adventurous one. So far, stuff like the outfit and attitude adjustment was more uncomfortable and cringe than anything else. Her assumption was that this would probably just be another awkward thing to check off.

Sara gave her sister another once over from head to toe, then said, “You’re a lesbian slut, right?”

“That’s right,” Claudia nodded. Hardly an insult, as much as Sara was trying to make it.

“Then get on my bed, on all fours. And don’t move a fucking inch, understand?”

It was honestly confusing hearing such a demand from her stuck up sister. That’s the kind of language Claudia and her partners would use. Not that there was anything charged about the current moment in comparison, but it was a far cry from Sara’s usual way of speaking. Claudia was torn between firing back with something overt and/or flirty in the name of making Sara uncomfortable, but ultimately decided to simply do as she was told. Part of it was curiosity in terms of what the hell her sister was going for here, and the other part was that same desire to get her belongings back as quickly and efficiently as possible. Being purely obedient and making the game less fun would achieve that. Hopefully. 

While she achieved biting her tongue, Claudia couldn’t help but smile slightly as she turned away and walked over to the bed. For all Sara’s posturing, the girl was acting a bit like a slut herself. 

Claudia shamelessly climbed onto the bed, getting in the doggy style position with her ass facing towards her sister. She was plenty confident on all fours, although it was slightly weird being fully clothed. At this point, she’d normally be down to lingerie or less, but whatever. This was her bitch of a sister, not a girl Claudia was actually into. Once again tempted to say something clever, or glance over her shoulder with an over the top lip bite, she stayed the course in terms of being as bland as possible about following the instructions given to her. “Like this?” she asked the headboard. 

Without missing a beat, Sara bluntly said, “Ass up, Clauds.”

Again, Claudia did as she was told. She adjusted her body so her head and arms were a little more down, and pushed her backside further into the air. “Happy?” she asked, with an eye roll that couldn’t be seen by Sara. 

“If you move an inch, sis, we’re going to have a problem.” There was a bit of movement and the sound of Sara going through a drawer, but Claudia resisted the urge to try and glance behind herself. For all she knew, the noises were a test designed to make Claudia nervous and immediately fail in the instructions she was given. Instead, she held perfectly still, continually unsure whether this was actually meant to be some out of the blue sapphic step-sister blackmail bullshit, or more a series of demands that had that connotation while actually designed to keep Sara in various positions of power. First nudity, then bent over for a spanking, and now ‘vulnerable’ on the bed without knowing what was next. 

While Sara wasn’t remotely Claudia’s type, the alternative girl probably would fool around with her sister if given the chance. Not because the taboo excited her; no, it was because she would love to see her perfect, Type A sister in a position where she didn’t have herself under control. But this was the exact opposite of that concept. Claudia was the one being obedient in an awkwardly lewd way, and Sara was the one who finally had a handle on her rebellious sister while still being her usual preppy and bossy self. 

It wasn’t long before Sara made her way to the bed. After another reminder for Claudia to hold still, she began fiddling with the plaid skirt. “Proper girls are allowed to be promiscuous, Claudia. But advertising it isn’t classy.” Sara began lifting the skirt, which ended up going a lot farther than a tease. She brought it all the way above Claudia’s ass, leaving it inside-out above her waist so her bare thighs and borrowed lace panties were fully on display. “Here, I’ll show you. You can be your slutty self underneath, while still dressing appropriately.” Her fingers gripped the waistband of the pink underwear. Giving a light downward tug, Sara said, “But first, ask me again. Politely.”

Claudia needed a moment to figure out what Sara was hinting towards. The fact that she was being lectured while low key being stripped was distracting enough to keep Claudia from recognizing what Sara was asking for right away. It came back to her soon enough in the lingering silence, however, as she repeated the phrase from earlier. “May I please have an accessory?” Hopefully the hint of attitude wasn’t noticeable. 

Needlessly picky as always, Sara corrected her. “May I please have an accessory of your choosing, Sara?”

She echoed the phrase, but it was as blunt and emotionless as possible. “May I please have an accessory of your choosing, Sara?”

“Good girl,” Sara said. With that, she slowly lowered Claudia’s underwear until her ass was fully on display. The panties remained held up by Claudia’s slightly spread thighs, and the once again exposed girl remained clueless as to exactly what Sara had in mind. Out of nowhere, Sara gave one of her bare cheeks a solid slap. WHACK. “Claudia!” she snapped, “I told you to hold still.”

‘What the fuck?’ She hadn’t moved in the slightest, and retorted as such. “I am holding still,” she snapped. 

WHACK. “Are you fucking arguing? Don’t move an inch, Claudia. Oh, and I’d like to hear ‘Yes, Ms. Sara’ from now on. Understand, slut?”

Claudia’s rear was still sensitive and slightly pink from the assault earlier. The last thing she needed was to be bruised back there, and the two spanks were enough to make her wince and realize it hadn’t been that long of a break from the previous round. “Yes, Ms. Sara,” she said. For the first time, her sister had gotten a real reaction out of her. The submissive response caused her cheeks to flush in embarrassment, and there wasn’t a trace of sarcasm in Claudia’s voice as she was thrown off guard by the dominant twist. 

“Better.” Sara gave the most recently slapped cheek a sharp pinch. Sure enough, Claudia ended up yelping and squirming in response, which gave Sara an excuse to slam her hand down for another spank. “Hold still!” 

“But-”

“But nothing. And no complaining, bitch. What do you say . . . ?”

Was it too late to walk away and let Sara pull the trigger on all her threats? No. Definitely not. Claudia had already suffered the indignity of being spanked and dressing up like a prudish Sara clone. She wasn’t about to cave to something she actually had experience with. “Yes, Miss Sara,” she muttered. 

“Good girl.” For a moment, Sara’s hands retreated completely. Then, she palmed one of Claudia’s cheeks and pulled it slightly away from the other. “Now, for your accessory.” With no hesitation, she shoved a familiar silicone object into Claudia’s back door. 

Claudia gasped. With wide eyes, she exclaimed, “Sara! What are you doing?!” The skater girl owned two plugs; one was stainless steel, and the other was silicone. The latter one came with a remote control, and had several features that the former didn’t. But that wasn’t even the most pressing issue. Sara wasn’t using any lube! While Claudia’s holes were rather trained from all her experimentation, she wasn’t that acclimated in terms of simply pushing something in back there. 

In response, Sara simply spread Claudia a little wider and forced the toy deeper inside. “Relax, slut. Just be a good girl and we’ll be done before you know it.”

Unable to help herself, Claudia shifted in discomfort as her plug began filling her with none of the usual finesse that came with teasing and preparation for something like that. “Wait-”

SLAP. Sara struck the slightly more sensitive cheek again. “Behave, girl! Hold the fuck still.” With that, she firmly gripped Claudia’s rear and gave one big push with her other hand. 

The toy popped into place and was swallowed up by Claudia’s cheek, causing the girl to gasp all over again from the combination of both pain and pleasure. It was not how plugs were designed to be used, yet her ass had been successfully invaded nonetheless by the large silicone teardrop. 

“See? Was that so difficult?” With one more sharp SMACK on the opposite cheek, which had way more of an effect now that she was sensitive both inside and out, Sara pulled Claudia’s panties back up and took the effort to adjust them so they were perfectly in place on the girl’s hips. “Now you’re proper on the outside and slutty without declaring it to the world. You’re welcome.” She settled the skirt back into place next, before giving Claudia’s rear a patronizing pat. “What do you say, sis?” 

Claudia was still in shock. Not only from her step-sister’s audacity, and the naivety and/or insensitivity of shoving in the plug so quickly without any lube, but also from the fact that she now had to try to ignore the subtle pleasure coursing through her body that existed despite the less than sexy situation she was in.

Part Eight

To round out the crude invasion, Sara expected a ‘thank you’ for the act?

Claudia was once again tempted to pull the plug on this whole thing, literally and figuratively now. She didn’t really have to keep being obedient. While Sara obviously had the nuclear option in terms of blowing up Claudia’s life and being around to witness the fallout, it was only a card her step-sister could play once. Ratting her out to her parents. Screwing with the reputation Claudia had at school and amongst her friends. However, Claudia had already gone this far. Sara had spanked her, dressed her, and plugged her. The least Claudia could get for her troubles was her skateboard and her car keys. Enough to leave without Sara following through on her earlier threat. 

As for the rest? Claudia guessed Sara would only take it so far. Dump the booze and trash the weed? Sure. Shred the test answers and fake ID? Probably. But she wouldn’t actually donate all of Claudia’s clothes, or throw away anything truly important or expensive. Not because Sara wasn’t capable of being that heartless, but more due to the fact that she would want to protect her ass when it came to their parents. This whole thing was already pretty extreme; at the end of it all, the preppy bitch would want to come out looking as perfect as ever. 

From her face-down-ass-up position on the bed, Claudia settled back and slowly shifted until she was able to climb off the mattress and stand back up. Her first instinct had been to casually sit and further show Sara that she was comfortable on her sister’s bed, but belatedly changed her mind when realizing that even the softness of a seat like that would be a little uncomfortable on her backside for multiple reasons. ’Whatever.’ Not letting the thoughts or hesitation show on her face, Claudia got back on her feet to continue acting like none of this bothered her. At some level, it actually didn’t. Claudia was shameless enough, and this wasn’t even the first time another girl had dressed her in something awkward and unlike her for the sake of dominance. The difference, of course, was that Sara was her ‘holier than thou’ and ‘I know best’ sister. Letting that kind of girl boss her around was something else entirely, especially due to their relationship and history. 

Putting on an overly sweet smile, Claudia said, “Thank you, Ms. Sara. I’ve always wanted to know what it’s like to have you fill my holes.”

Instead of scoffing or scowling like usual when it came to Claudia’s antics, Sara simply walked over to the desk and picked up the index card. Returning to where Claudia was still standing by the bed. “These aren’t just things to punish you for, sis. We’re also going to be working on them this weekend.” She turned the card around so Claudia could see the list written out in pink ink and girly handwriting. 

Cutting class. Failing tests. Breaking curfew. Fucking girls. Vulgar language. Slutty clothes. Horrible attitude. 

While most of them made sense, at least in that Claudia could see how Sara judged her for each and every one of the rebellious things that countered the ‘good girl’ thing Sara had going on, the middle one was a bit obnoxious. Fucking girls? Sara wasn’t that conservative, or repressed for that matter. Considering the fact that she had just plugged her own step-sister, not to mention the blatant way she had checked out Claudia’s naked body earlier, Sara clearly didn’t have any reservations when it came to the fairer sex. So how exactly were they going to ‘work on’ Claudia’s lesbian habits? If it was a matter of chastity that was more about abstaining than it was about girls, then sure. Although not fucking around when Sara was supervising her would easily be the simplest of all the proper corrections listed out. 

“Look at all my progress,” Claudia smirked, “I’m dressed like a good girl, my attitude has never been better, and I’m pretty fricken’ sure my language has been pure ever since you slapped the no-no words out of me.”

Without missing a beat, and not commenting on most of the sarcasm, Sara replied, “As far as I’m concerned, your slutty clothes are the only item we can check off for now. Lucky for you, I’m going to give you a chance to prove that you can handle maintaining a proper attitude for more than thirty seconds.”

Claudia still wasn’t able to truly take the attempts to reform her seriously. “And how’s that?” she nonchalantly asked. Sara might have all the cards, but she was still preppy and stuck up to the point that it was ridiculous. 

Now it was Sara’s turn to smirk. “Easy. A couple friends will be over soon. You’re going to hang out with us and show them how proper you can be when you put your mind to it.”

“Wait, what?” For once, Claudia failed to keep up her usual outward apathy. Sara couldn’t be serious. It was one thing for Claudia to be wearing so much pink when it was just the two of them in the privacy of a bedroom, but other girls couldn’t see her like this! Claudia had had enough interactions with Sara’s clones to know that it didn’t matter whether they took pictures or not. The gossip alone would be enough to mess with her image. 

“Mm hmm,” Sara nodded, “Now, give me your best demure smile and tell me that you can handle that.”

“But, Sara-”

“But nothing, Claudia. You want to be done with your list? This is how.”

“Sara-”

“Ms. Sara. Start simple, sis. Show me your smile.”

Claudia didn’t know what to say, or even what to think. Normally she was so good at brushing off her sister, or effortlessly countering pretty much everything the girl said. But this latest turn of events was a little overwhelming. Since when was it all about the list? The vague ‘proper and responsible’ thing had suddenly melded with the index card that had originally simply been what Claudia needed to be punished for. According to Sara, at least. And letting Sara’s equally preppy friends witness her not only dressed like this, but acting the part as well? It would barely cover half the impossibly unfair goal. 

Caving slightly, Claudia pursed her lips in a soft smile. Before Sara could take things further, however, Claudia shot for a qualifier of her own. “If I do this, you give my skateboard back.” Partly to protect it, considering how Sara had seemed to latch onto its destruction as a threat, but also so Claudia would more easily be able to bail. The thought of Claudia’s own friends swinging by to check on her was mortifying, but at least she could then grab her board and jump in the car with them. As for the girly outfit, maybe she could laugh it off as a dare and undo the damage by literally burning the clothes after borrowing something more her speed from one of the girls. 

Sara nodded again. “Deal. Now tell me that you can handle being a proper girl around my friends.”

“I can handle being a proper girl around your friends,” Claudia echoed. She had meant for the words to come out rather flat, but her slight smile failed to deliver on that intent. And, more notably, she had just agreed to something that had seemed beyond out of the question just a minute or two ago. Her lines were shifting, which wasn’t a good sign when there was so much left to accomplish if she couldn’t manage to get out from under Sara’s thumb as soon as she expected. 

“Good. Then let’s go get ready for them.” She laced her fingers through Claudia’s and gave her no longer dark clad sister’s arm a tug. Away from the solitude of the room, and towards the hallway that would inevitably lead them downstairs for the company that would soon be arriving. 

Claudia allowed herself to be pulled along. She was still reeling from the latest developments, and feeling the plug with each step didn’t help. In the back of her mind, she still held onto the idea that it wasn’t too late to put her foot down and call this whole thing off. It was still just the two of them, and Sara hadn’t taken any photos or anything. Although if Sara had installed a video camera in Claudia’s room, then what if there was one who had captured everything that had transpired in Sara’s room. That would . . . no, Sara wouldn’t do that. Or, if she did, it would be more for her own viewing pleasure and perhaps the pleasure of whatever friends she showed it to. There was no way she’d add it to her pile of blackmail, as being all harsh and dominant clashed too much with Sara’s own image. She definitely wouldn’t show it to any authority figures. If it even existed. Claudia was caught between wanting to be prepared for anything, but also not wanting to be paranoid at the same time. 

Of all the projections that crossed her mind, however, there was one that she hadn’t considered. As she and Sara took the last step together and turned the corner into the living room, Claudia gasped. Her sister’s two best friends were already there! “What-” she barely got a word out before turning to Sara in shock. For starters, it was too late to back out now. Both girls had seen her, and both of them were sharing their own little gasps of surprise. Sara hadn’t given them any heads up about any of this, then. “Sara, you-”

“Oh, my God!” The taller of the two, Celeste, was the first one to move past the pleasant surprise Sara had sprung on them. “Claudia?!”

Tightening her grip on Claudia’s hand, Sara smiled and answered for her sister. “Claudia here has finally grown up and realized that partying and sleeping around was just a phase. So from now on, she’s decided to be more like me. You know, the better sister. Isn’t that right, Claudia?”

It took everything Claudia had to not shove Sara away and perhaps add a forceful slap for good measure. This was not what they had talked about! Despite the deeply arrogant and completely false words, there was still the same issue as before–Claudia had already sucked it up and done so much. Now Celeste and Harriet had seen her like this. They were armed with the gossip Claudia had been so recently worried about, both from the outfit and from Sara’s smug explanation. Between running away and sticking around to attempt to somehow do some damage control, the latter sounded more appealing. Even if the stares made Claudia regret a lot of decisions she had already made where Sara’s dominance was involved. 

So, swallowing her pride, Claudia forced the best smile she could muster under the circumstances. “That’s right,” she said, “Sara’s the better sister.” It’s the best she could manage. Hopefully stating it so directly would hint towards the idea that she wasn’t happy about saying as much. Sara’s friends might have been stuck-up, but that didn’t mean they were clueless. 

“Hmm,” Celeste mused, “So, I have, like, a lot of questions.”

Part Nine

“Ask away,” Sara said, “Claudia will be here all night. A sleepover with well behaved girls like us will be good for her. Unlike her friends, we’re actually responsible and motivated to succeed in life. Trust me, sis. The sooner our habits start to rub off on you, the better. Isn’t that right, girls?”

Celeste ever so slightly cocked her head to the side. She could obviously tell something was up, as Claudia wasn’t the type to stand idly by and allow a judgy remark like that to go by uncontested. Even if there was plenty of truth in Sara’s words, normally Claudia would have snapped out a witty retort within seconds. “That’s right,” Celeste said. Sitting up a little bit on the sofa, she asked, “So, why the change of heart, Claudia?”

‘Because my step-sister is a fucking bitch and stole all my shit and I was stupid enough to let her keep screwing with me instead of turning around and walking back out the front door like I should have.’ Retrospect was almost as much of a bitch as Sara was. While the fallout of all of the preppy girl’s threats would have been an enormous pain, it would at least have been a ripped band-aid that Claudia could wrap her head around in terms of what would happen at home and at school. Avoiding those things, however, had resulted in a lot of unexpected twists and turns that she probably would have chosen against if the two options had been more clearly laid out from the beginning. To her credit, Sara had been clever. Stringing Claudia along step by step ensured that she stayed committed to what she had signed up for. Being proper and responsible, to Sara’s standards. “Because I like trying new things,” Claudia said. Technically true, and playing with honesty was certainly a fun way to turn this around on her sister, “And it’s not every day that I get to be naked in Sara’s room. It was almost a porno, except she didn’t actually use the phrase ‘step-sister’ when telling me to strip. No fun, I know.”

The girls’ expressions in response to Claudia’s bluntness gave her a bit of satisfaction, but she knew calling Sara out like that wouldn’t do much. These were her best friends, after all, and they weren’t nearly as ‘well behaved’ as they liked to act and dress. Claudia should know; she had been around for enough of their sleepovers to know that they drank and fucked around just like Claudia’s skater friends. The only difference was that it was wine and/or fancy cocktails, and that they fooled around with boys that were equally as ‘classy.’ If both sides wanted to keep up a certain reputation, then neither partner would openly brag. Of course, Sara had more or less explained that concept earlier with the plug–proper on the outside, while still being less than proper in a more discreet way.

“She was naked?” Celeste asked. She raised an eyebrow, but patiently waited beyond that.

Easily spinning things from her own perspective, Sara nodded. “Of course. I had to dress Claudia from head to toe, including underwear. Plus she needed a good spanking before trying anything on.”

At that, Harriet finally spoke up. “Wait, you spanked her?!”

“Mm hmm,” Sara hummed, “She has a whole host of things that she needs to be punished for. And who better to carry out that punishment than her perfect sister?”

Asking the more important question, Celeste clarified to Claudia, “And you let her spank you?”

Thankfully, Claudia had trained for stuff like this. Years of hanging with her crowd had gotten her used to brushing off pretty much anything. Sometimes it was simply a matter of redirecting things back to the other person or, when called for, merely leaning into a taunt and taking away its power by owning it. It didn’t fully translate to preppy girl speak, but the basic concepts still applied. “Of course,” Claudia shrugged, “How could I turn down experiencing my sister’s kinky side. Sorry, my step-sister’s kinky side.” Because if Sara knew about the whole lesbian thing that Claudia thought she had been more low key about, then clearly her best friends would already know as well. “It was great. She had me over her desk, and-” A vibrating pulse below her waist caused her to falter. It was more from surprise than pleasure, but still enough to interrupt both her words and her train of thought. Sara had just used the plug on her! While the silicone toy had a remote that went with it, Claudia never expected her allegedly vanilla sister to know that. Especially since stealing everything from her room must have taken a bit of time. And yet, she had gone through the effort to explore things like Claudia’s little chest of toys. Either she had experimented with this and that to figure out why there was a remote in there, or maybe she had looked it up. Regardless, the hand tucked behind Sara’s back had to have control of the silicone teardrop that had been crudely pushed into Claudia’s ass. “-And she just fucking went for it.” Resisting the urge to turn to Sara, Claudia completed her thought. It had to be her sister, as she could see the other girls’ hands. Just like everything else Sara had put Claudia through so far, it was clear that the girl didn’t have many boundaries when it came to making her sister uncomfortable.

Sara sighed. “We talked about this, Claudia. ‘Vulgar language’ is on your list, remember?”

“Ooh, she has a list?” Celeste asked, “What else is on there?”

“Oh, you know,” Sara said, “Stuff like ‘slutty clothes,’ which we already rectified. We’re still working on her attitude and her swearing. There are some school things, too. You can take a look at it when we head upstairs; feel free to add anything, of course.”

“Of course,” Celeste smirked. She was starting to get the picture. “Are you the only one that’s allowed to spank her? I wouldn’t mind getting some revenge for all those times Claudia was rude to us.”

Assuming the other girls knew about her sexuality, Claudia went for a more suggestive response. “Would you like me naked for it?” she asked, “Because-” And then, Sara pressed another button. It was another pulse, rather than the kinds of vibrations Claudia preferred to give herself, but this one was more exaggerated than the previous one. Since the plug had been shoved in without lube, everything was a little more sensitive down there. Exhaling the slightest bit from the short wave of reluctant pleasure, she shot her sister a glare. “Because I thought only Sara was allowed to undress me and play with my ass.”

In response, Sara repeated the effectively sharp pulse. “Language, Claudia.” She managed to keep a straight face, even when Claudia subconsciously squeezed her hand with a bit of an eye flutter from the latest use of the remote. “And no, Celeste. You can’t spank her for revenge.” Right away, however, she clarified beyond that. “Because this isn’t about revenge. This is about teaching Claudia to be a proper and responsible girl. So you’re welcome to punish her for any swearing from here on out. This is her last warning on that front. But I’ve already set things up regarding her past transgressions.” With that, she switched the plug into a constantly vibrating state, but on the lowest and therefore most quiet setting.

Claudia was stunned, to say the least. While she was plenty shameless when it came to plenty of things, it’s not like she had ever been actively turned on in public. The pulses alone were enough to draw out a hint of warmth between her legs. It had to be purely physical, as she was pretty selective when it came to sex toys. She only kept the ones that worked well on herself, save for anything that could potentially be used on a partner. There was no way the secrecy was getting her off, as these were the last girls she cared about when it came to impressions. Also, how did Sara know what she was doing?! Did she practice enough with the remote to know how to use it by touch alone? Or was she merely guessing and/or pressing random buttons? Regardless, it was working more than Claudia would have liked. Especially once the dull yet constant vibrations kicked in, making her knees subtly buckle. She had enough self control to push back against the pleasurable sensations and keep her cool with the company present, but the element of surprise was going to make it an uphill battle.

“Shame,” Celeste muttered. She glanced at the girl to her left. “What about you, Harriet? Want a turn spanking Claudia, or will I only have to share with Sara?”

“Whatever,” Harriet shrugged, “Although it’s not like she has to be naked for it.”

“That’s right,” Sara said, “For once in her life, Claudia’s wearing a skirt. Honestly, I’m surprised you don’t wear them more often. You know, for the easy access and all that?”

“Because I’m a slut?” Claudia rolled her eyes.

Sara nodded. “A lesbian slut. But that access will work well tonight in other ways. The next time you swear, Clauds, it’s going to be skirt up and underwear down. I’ve already had a turn, so Celeste and Harriet will have to do rock, paper, scissors for it.”

“Celeste can have it,” Harriet said, “I can tell she wants it more.”

“Of course I do,” Celeste grinned, “It’s not every day that I get to spank a bottomless goth girl.”

The callback to some of Claudia’s own words weren’t lost on her, but the dull thrum of pleasure coursing through her body made it even more difficult to come up with a solid response. She was already playing Sara’s ‘proper and responsible’ game, and the physical distraction just further complicated things. It was always annoying when people incorrectly used the word ‘goth,’ as that’s not what she was, but it’s not like correcting it would teach any of these preppy girls the difference anyway. Although honestly, Claudia would prefer to be goth at the moment, if it meant getting out of Sara’s stuffy clothes.

“Well, ideally no one will be spanking dear Claudia. If she behaves as well as she is dressed, then we can all have a nice night together. Isn’t that right, sis?”

“Right,” Claudia muttered. This was not the deal. As soon as she and Sara were alone again, they were going to sort this out. Or maybe Claudia could just run upstairs and grab her phone from its hiding spot. Maybe it was time to pull the plug on this whole thing, both literally and figuratively, and simply leave. This had all seemed manageable at first, but letting it drag on all night long? With Celeste and Harriet here? That was a tall order.

“Mm hmm. We’ll see,” Celeste said, “So, what now?”

“Well, now that we’re all here . . . ” Sara trailed off. In the momentary silence, she pressed another button on the plug’s remote, “What do you all think? Stay in, or go out?”

Part Ten

“I mean, we just got here,” Harriet pointed out, “Do we have to decide right now?”

“Or maybe Claudia should decide,” Celeste grinned, “Either way, she’s stuck with us, right?”

Claudia was only just able to process the question. So far, the remote control plug had been more of a nuisance than anything else. The fragments of reluctant pleasure had been outweighed by the fact that she was technically in public, albeit just with three girls in her own house. The prudish outfit and her current situation didn’t exactly put her in the most sexy headspace. Still, physical was physical, and the latest vibration pattern Sara had switched to was enough to make this more of a battle of self control.

She still had a reputation to maintain, especially while her current pink and preppy attire was thoroughly undermining her usual image. Steadying herself against the wave of pleasure that threatened to make her eyelids flutter, Claudia steeled herself and put on her classic annoyed look that she often used when Sara’s friends were around. “I really don’t care,” she said. ‘Ugh!’ Managing to keep the groan internal, Claudia immediately checked to see if either of the girls had noticed. Apparently her body had been affected all the way up to her voice, and her words came out faintly weaker than the cold delivery she normally gave so effortlessly.

“So typical,” Sara said. The other girls might not have caught on yet, but Sara had been sisters with Claudia long enough to recognize the more subtle things. It was more about the shift in body language, as well as how obvious it was that the alternative girl was trying to keep her composure with every little curve thrown her way. “You know, girls, Claudia is quite the lesbian slut. In fact, I bet she’d get turned on by her own sister.”

Claudia’s impulse was to flip Sara off, or retort with at least one swear word involved, but she held herself back. The recent reminder about such language had been enough to make her hesitate this time around, as there were definitely some settings on the plug that Sara was saving for her twisted version of behavioral training. Instead, Claudia merely said, “Step-sister. And you were the one ogling my naked body earlier.”

Despite the lack of cursing, Sara sent another effective pulse with the remote. For a moment, it seemed like the timing was related to Claudia’s retort. However, Sara had something completely different in mind. Rather than relenting like before, she pressed the same button again. And again. Stepping just behind Claudia, Sara placed a hand on her shoulder and leaned forward so her lips were inches from her ear. As she did so, Sara smirked and gave a look to her two friends sitting on the sofa. Speaking in a stage whisper, so everyone could hear, she said, “You’re a fucking bitch, Claudia. And a dirty little whore.” With that, she flicked out her tongue to lick her step-sister’s ear, and cranked the plug to its highest setting.

Claudia didn’t realize what Sara was leading up to until it was too late. The toy penetrating her backside was already a lot to handle, as the more intense vibrations were making her knees go weak despite her efforts to keep her body’s urges under control. Unfortunately, bottling everything just made the eventual release that much more obvious when she could no longer keep things sealed.

Her ears were one of her weak spots. There was no way Sara knew that, which made her move a frustratingly lucky guess when paired with everything else. The insulting whispers in an overt and over-exaggerated sultry tone, the unexpected lick, and . . . Claudia wasn’t prepared for the way her sister capped things off, with an aggressive series of vibrations below. It wasn’t enough for an actual climax; she wasn’t that far gone. And yet, Claudia couldn’t stop a breathy moan from escaping her lips. She managed to keep her head from tilting back, and her eyes mostly remained open, but the damage was done nonetheless. Clearly everyone had heard her audible exhale of pleasure, and Claudia actually felt a little damp between her legs as well.

“Oh, my God!” Celeste gasped. Less in judgment, and more in amusement, based on her grin. “Seriously? That’s all it takes for her?!”

“Claudia!” Harriet chastised, although she also failed to stop the trace of a smile from appearing on her face, “What the fuck? She’s your sister.”

For a moment, Claudia was frozen. So far, she had gone through all of this so coldly and logically. Letting Sara spank her, plug her, and dress her. Letting Sara display her in the living room and explain things from only one point of view. Through all of it, Claudia had bitten her tongue and bided her time. Until this. The plug was literally still vibrating inside her at the high setting, and it wouldn’t be long until something more than a soft moan happened. She couldn’t just stand around and play along, not when Sara was taking things so far while not giving the slightest hint that this would be over any time soon. Without a light at the end of the tunnel, and after this latest turn of events, Claudia was finally coming to her senses.

It would have been better to storm off from the very beginning. Now Sara still had everything from before, plus had succeeded in everything that had followed Claudia stepping into the fully empty bedroom. Sunk cost fallacy only went so far, however. Better to call it quits before she lost even more of her dignity and, more importantly, before she truly lost control in front of Sara and her friends.

“I need to pee!” Claudia blurted out. It was quite unlike her usual brooding demeanor, but she didn’t care. Not waiting for permission, because she was a fucking adult, she abruptly stepped away from Sara and did her best to walk out of the room like a normal girl despite being plugged and turned on.

“Mm hmm,” Celeste taunted, “That’s what you have to do.”

“Come right back,” Sara said. She wasn’t going to attempt to stop her, then. “You’re ours for the night, remember? Until you prove you can be a proper girl, just like us.”

Harriet said something, too, but Claudia was already tuning all of them out. Although the nearest bathroom was just down the hall, she opted for the one up the stairs. Not that she actually planned on going in there. At the moment, her entire plan was to keep moving. The plug’s remote only had so much range, and putting herself farther away from Sara felt more efficient than dealing with the process of removing it while it was still vibrating. Also, how did Sara’s friends not hear anything? While Claudia’s cheeks muffled most of the sounds, it still felt like the hum of the sex toy was so obvious. Then again, she was the one it was being used on, so it could just feel more apparent to her while not being particularly noticeable to anyone else.

Claudia planned on stopping just to retrieve her phone, but she ended up just short of the linen closet. Clasping a hand over her mouth and leaning against the upstairs hallway wall for a moment, she breathed out a longer and more desperate moan than before. Sara had yet to turn the plug down from the high setting she had set it to downstairs, and it was getting to the point where Claudia was wondering if she could just take a minute or two to do what Celeste teasingly implied and get herself off in the solitude she had given herself.

No.

She needed to capitalize on the opportunity before one of the girls came to look for her. Legs still a bit shaky from the constant pleasure, Claudia pressed forward the last few feet to the closet. Her phone was still there. Good. She would have been beyond frustrated if Sara had somehow figured out where Claudia had stashed it.

As painful as it would be to let one of her friends see her like this, Claudia would have to deal. There was probably a way she could spin it as over the top irony, or roleplaying as her stuck-up sister, or something. For the time being, however, she merely stuffed the phone into her bra without giving it so much as a glance. First, she had to sneak out.

Going for her usual route, she next made her way into her bare bedroom and gave the finger to the camera in the upper corner. She opened the window and gripped the sill for a few long seconds as she continued to combat the waves of pleasure coursing through her body. Still in range, then. Swinging one leg over followed by the other, assuming her limbs wouldn’t give out that much once she put herself in escape mode, Claudia climbed out onto the roof and carefully stepped over to the nearby tree after belatedly making sure no neighbors or preppy girls were watching. Taking a huge breath, not loving the idea of doing this while she was turned on, Claudia took a little solace in the thought that the descent would probably mess Sara’s nice clothes a little bit.

It was only two stories, and she could practically make it down blindfolded at this point. Even with shaky legs, it only took twenty seconds or so before her feet were on the ground. Claudia was used to leaving at night, so it was only easier in broad daylight. She let out a quiet sigh of relief. It was still going to be annoying to walk around plugged until she found somewhere private to deal with that, but she’d probably be out of the remote’s range after a few yards.

The momentary victory was ruined, however, when Sara’s voice pierced her thoughts of where to head next before contacting her skater friends from earlier. “You’re so fucking predictable,” Sara scoffed. She was on the stairs of the front porch, already making her way down and towards Claudia. “For real, sis? I know this is what you do like every other night.”

“Screw you, Sara!” Claudia snapped, “I’m leaving.”

“Like hell you are.” Sara narrowed her eyes and didn’t once break her stride as she crossed the edge of the yard. Remote still in hand, she made a show of pressing a button that switched things from the nonstop vibrations to pulses that were equally as assertive. Something to keep Claudia off balance, just as she had gotten used to the former variety. “I’m not done with you yet. Proper girls don’t climb trees in nice outfits, and they certainly don’t moan in polite company.”

“You’re one to talk . . . ” It was far more difficult to retort when she was still dealing with everything below her waist. Maybe taking it out would have been the better idea after all.

“That’s enough. You’re coming back inside. Right now.”

“And you’re going to make me?”

At that, Sara smirked. “If I have to.”

Part Eleven

It all happened so quickly.

First, Sara pressed something on the remote that caused Claudia to gasp in reluctant pleasure from the sequence of pulses that worked in all the right ways down below. It wasn’t quite as effective as whatever her step-sister had done in the living room, but it was enough to make Claudia’s knees go weak for a moment.

That was the only opening Sara needed. She lunged forward and grabbed Claudia’s hair, making sure to get her fingers deep into the long, dark locks before clamping into the tightest grip she could. “You’re coming with me, bitch,” she hissed. Sara yanked Claudia sideways towards the house, aiming to knock her totally off balance for the next part.

Claudia’s little gasps of lust were nothing compared to the sharp intake of air in response to her hair being handled in such a way. While she was very much into a variety of kinky things, including some pain play she had experimented with, the alternative girl was used to her partners showing at least a little restraint. And, while it’s not like Sara was a partner in that sense, that’s the way Claudia’s thoughts were leaning thanks to the sensations of the plug that persisted in keeping her perpetually turned on.

Regardless of how warm she was between her legs, however, this was way too hard. Just like how her ass was not prepared for the aggressive spanking, Claudia didn’t know how to handle her hair being pulled with absolutely no hesitation or mercy. “Sara!!” she exclaimed, “What the fuck?! Let go!” Her voice came across a little more shrill than she was expecting, and it was difficult to sound intimidating in general when she was being manhandled in such a way.

“Language, Claudia,” Sara grunted. While she had a solid grasp on Claudia’s hair, that didn’t mean that maintaining it was effortless. Not only did Sara have to keep herself and Claudia positioned in a way that would avoid her sister getting a good angle to kick or scratch, but she also needed to drag the girl back inside. They were fairly close in height, although Sara was the only one that worked out in the more traditional sense. A little more tone only helped so much, of course, so she was mostly relying on the advantage of using Claudia’s hair against her. “And no breaking curfew!” While it was still light outside, this was a different kind of curfew. As she had texted earlier to inform her irresponsible sister, Sara was in charge for the weekend. And that meant Claudia couldn’t leave the house unless given express permission.

Claudia did her best to twist and squirm, although she found that her struggling ended up hurting her hair even more whenever she pulled the wrong direction against the way Sara was tugging her backwards. She also only had one hand, as her phone was still in the other. That was her only lifeline to her friends that were still expecting her back at the skatepark, and it wasn’t worth doing anything that would crack the screen and/or do any other kind of damage. Smartphones were annoyingly delicate, and she was now regretting her decision not to switch back to her more durable flip phone. Texting and calling was honestly enough; she had other tech for the rest. But for the time being, she couldn’t bring herself to swing with that arm or drop the device to free up her second hand.

As her calf banged into the base of the porch stairs, Claudia snapped, “Ow! SARA. You-” And then her breath hitched as another wave of pleasure coursed through her. As painful as it was to be yanked around in such a way, her hair was also a weak spot of sorts. That, paired with the plug that was stuck on whatever setting Sara had last switched it to, and Claudia’s body was completely betraying her. It was still mostly the toy doing the work, but that didn’t change the fact that her preppy bitch of a step-sister was involved in the process.

Whenever Claudia resisted too much or moved in a way that Sara didn’t like, she gave a sharp twist with her hand and kept working her way up the short staircase with Claudia in tow. The door was still cracked from the way Sara had rushed out to stop her sister from doing something stupid and selfish like running away. Since she was still focused on Claudia, it took a couple blind swipes behind her to find the crack and open the door the rest of the way. “This is for your own good, Claudia,” Sara said. She gave a hard jerk to Claudia’s hair to get the girl through the threshold and back into the house.

“Let. GO.” Claudia tried to put some power behind the words, but once again came up short. Her panties were still embarrassingly damp from the combination of pain and pleasure, and her cheeks were flushed from both the struggle and the fact that the current ordeal with Sara was resulting in such physical confusion. It wasn’t even their relationship, as it was such a recent marriage between their parents; Claudia’s main issue was that Sara was the worst, which made it all kinds of frustrating that the unnecessarily proper girl was eliciting such reactions.

“So dramatic,” Sara scoffed. She didn’t let up in the slightest. Not bothering with the door for now, she continued to drag Claudia backwards down the hall and towards the living room she had recently fled. “We’ll make a good girl out of you yet.” She got the two of them around the corner, then pivoted on her heel while simultaneously wrenching Claudia’s hair to the side.

Claudia didn’t realize what was happening at first. The abrupt scalp pain caused her to follow the harsh movements in an attempt to lessen how her roots were being abused, which resulted in her facing the room with Sara suddenly behind her. Harriet was still relaxing on the sofa, but Celeste was casually waiting in the middle of the room. Out of nowhere, Sara let go of Claudia’s hair, placed both hands on her back, and shoved her forward.

Although having her hair back to herself was a relief, it was hardly a reprieve. Still off balance from being dragged through the house, especially after being spun around so roughly, Claudia was not ready for the unexpected momentum. The forceful push had her stumbling from the very first step, and there was a good chance she was going to wipe out before finding her balance again.

Except Celeste was in the way. Claudia ended up crashing into the girl and, in a shocking turn of events she was not prepared for in the slightest, Celeste kissed her.

Claudia couldn’t help herself. She instantly started making out with the girl.

There were SO many things she should have done instead. Stepped back and slapped Celeste for the audacity. Swiveled around and screamed at Sara for what her step-sister had just put her through. Shoved Celeste aside and used the forward trajectory to race through the room towards the side door. As awkward as running in a tight skirt was, Claudia wasn’t the only one dressed in preppy clothes. She could still get away and put this stupid afternoon behind her; in retrospect, she should have left the second Sara tried to boss her around.

Rather than doing any of that, Claudia was kissing a girl who wasn’t even remotely her type. And doing it in front of Sara; Harriet, too, although she was less of a concern.

Claudia knew it was wrong. Not that she had any issues with girls that didn’t dress or act like her; in fact, making out with seemingly prudish girls was often fun. Either she could rock their world if they were inexperienced, or be pleasantly surprised that they were more than they appeared. Celeste was absolutely the latter. The problem was the current audience, as well as Claudia’s headspace. This was definitely not the time to be fooling around with Celeste of all people.

And yet, Claudia went for it. Her body was on fire, and another girl pressing up against her and meeting her lips was enough to flip a switch that was impossible to ignore. Everything around her disappeared as she hummed a deep moan into the kiss. Her hands wrapped around Celeste’s body and, as if she wasn’t dealing with enough, the plug began vibrating so hard and so fast that Claudia desperately clung to the girl in order to stop her legs from giving out.

Celeste broke the kiss long enough to mutter, “That’s the best you can do?” With that, she plunged her tongue back into Claudia’s mouth and grasped her hair.

Being challenged was effective enough, considering how competitive Claudia could get, as well as how easily annoyed she was by Sara and her friends. The subsequent roughness then heightened the feeling by mixing in the physical side of things. Their tight embrace was already doing plenty for her, but the new hand in her hair worked particularly well when Claudia was still sensitive from the recent abuse. Determined to show just how fucking good she was when it came to passionately kissing a girl, temporarily blind to how there was probably a reason why Celeste had pounced on her in such a way, Claudia sunk her fingers into the girl’s back and deepened their kiss.

The whole thing ended as quickly as it began. First, Claudia felt her phone being yanked out of her hand; she hadn’t done a very good job maintaining her grip on it anyway, as she had been more focused on pulling Celeste in than anything else. Then Sara’s voice cut through the haze. “Got it! You’re good, Celeste. Unless you’re into it?”

Just like that, Celeste pulled away with a bit of a scoff. It sounded just as preppy as the kind Sara made. “Please. She’s a terrible kisser.” Brushing Claudia’s arms away and detaching herself as efficiently as possible, Celeste took a couple steps back. “You’d think a lesbian slut would be better at playing with girls.”

Claudia’s eyes flared. “You-”

“Shush, Claudia.” Sara now had two phones in her hand–the one she had taken from Claudia, and her own that she was holding up with a smirk. “I just got some great shots of you fucking around with my friend. Even if you’re bad at kissing, I’ll admit you look decent on camera.”

It had been a trap. Obviously. Although even after being snapped back to reality and insulted to boot, the plug was still vibrating away inside her. Just like before, it was a struggle to concentrate and act aloof when her body was still screaming at her for release.

Before Claudia could figure out how to respond to that while still reeling from the fact that she had apparently been so turned on that she just made out with Celeste instead of stopping to wonder why her sister’s friend would initiate a kiss, Sara went on, “Hmm, so what should we do about this? Two phones means so many contacts!”

Part Twelve

Sara wasted no time in displaying that had no problem getting access to Claudia’s phone. She typed in the password and flicked open the screen, turning the device around so her sister could see that it was now unlocked. “You’re not as discreet as you think you are, sis. Not about your passwords, and certainly not about being a lesbian.”

“Give it back!” Claudia exclaimed. She took a single step forward in an effort to take her phone back, but that’s as far as she made it. All of a sudden, it was like the plug inside her had been cranked to eleven. Faltering with a breathy gasp, her legs buckled way more than before and she found herself reaching out for Celeste in order to avoid crumbling completely under her own weight. Claudia had only ever used the toy while sitting or lying down, and her body wasn’t remotely prepared for the highest setting while she was still on her feet.

Celeste was more than happy to help in her own way. She took Claudia’s hand and guided it up to her shoulder, then shifted her own body so the two of them were face to face. “I’ve got you,” she quietly said. Then, gently yet assertively, she took Claudia’s other hand and brought it to the opposite shoulder. “Look at me, babe. Do you like me?”

Before this, Sara had only used the higher settings to subtly chastise Claudia and to nonverbally communicate that she should behave. Occasionally just to make her squirm, of course, but it was mostly a tool to keep her compliant amidst the surprise of Sara’s two friends being here. Now, the plug was vibrating nonstop, and Sara had no intentions of relenting until she got what she wanted.

Looking up at the taller girl and trying her very hardest to focus, Claudia opened her mouth to dismiss the absurd suggestion. All that came out was a soft moan as her control continued to slip away. Blushing, and realizing that she was coming across just as slutty as Sara and company kept suggesting, Claudia settled for shaking her head back and forth. No. She obviously didn’t like Celeste.

Not looking particularly discouraged, Celeste softly smiled. “Do you want to hear a secret?” Her fingertips brushed the base of one of Claudia’s thighs. Ever so slowly, she settled her hand just above the horny girl’s kneecap. Offering ample opportunities for Claudia to reject her if she really didn’t want it, but also touching her in a teasing way that was difficult to risk. The silence dragged on forever, until Celeste shifted her hand up a few inches and rubbed a sensual circle around a spot that was dangerously close to a more erogenous zone on the girl’s inner thigh. “I asked you a question, Claudia,” she whispered. Following the first gesture up with a smaller circle with just two fingers, she repeated, “Do you want to hear a secret . . . ?”

The kiss had been sudden, and Claudia had at least been able to blame her reflexes for how she had reciprocated amidst the shock paired with her body being too warmed up to do anything else but make out with her. This was different. She had so much time to shove Celeste back, and yet she couldn’t bring herself to.

Sara was the one with the remote. Sara was the one with Claudia’s unlocked phone. Sara was the one who started all of this to begin with. And yet, Claudia found herself completely under Celeste’s spell. The plug was already doing plenty to make her wet and desperate, and those feelings were multiplied as Celeste’s hand gradually worked its way underneath Claudia’s skirt. Well, Sara’s skirt, but that’s not what Claudia was thinking about at the moment. Clinging to the taller girl’s shoulders, still unable to do anything else while she was so weak at the knees, Claudia meekly nodded. She had never been this pathetic in an intimate setting with another girl. While the living room with a couple other girls wasn’t technically ‘intimate,’ what Celeste was doing with her certainly was.

Instead of replying right away, Celeste smirked and slid her hand much farther up Claudia’s leg. Stopping just shy of her most private area, she gave a firm squeeze to the girl’s inner thigh. Leaning forward until she was inches from Claudia’s ear, Celeste murmured, “I like girls, too.” Then she flicked her tongue out to brush the shell for a second.

Claudia couldn’t help herself. She breathed out another almost-moan, managing to catch herself and clamp her mouth shut before making an even more damning sound. As for the secret, it wasn’t that crazy. While Claudia hadn’t known, as she didn’t particularly care for Sara’s friends, the fact that Celeste had made out with her so passionately was fairly telling. Unless she was straight and being completely shameless in the name of messing with Claudia, she was probably gay or bi. Her ‘secret’ confirmed as much. Claudia was less turned on by the words, and more the sensations of the girl’s breath against her ear, followed by the light lick. It was one of Claudia’s weak spots, and was especially effective when layering with everything else.

Pulling back so she could meet Claudia’s eyes again, Celeste kept her lips pursed in her smug little smile. More slowly than before, if that was possible, she traced up the last few inches of Claudia’s thigh. “Do you want me to stop?” she asked, barely louder than a whisper. Over the triangle of the thong, Celeste placed two fingers against Claudia’s slit and gave one of those teasing circles from before. “Or do you want me?”

Claudia’s whole body tensed up, but it wasn’t a negative reaction. Such a simple touch was wildly effective. The persistent vibrations of the plug and the recent make-out session had kept her reluctantly turned on. That was it. Now, she craved release. Even if it was at the hand of Sara’s preppy friend. And they both knew it.

Meanwhile, Sara was having her own fun on Claudia’s phone. Not nearly as promiscuous, but absolutely satisfying in its own way. The first thing she did was message her step-sister’s friends. It was beyond easy to find the group chat, as there were several unread messages waiting for Claudia. A few asked what was taking so long and when she was coming back, and then someone named Derek informed her that they were heading to a nearby diner to grab some food. With her own smirk, Sara found the best picture she could of Claudia and Celeste making out and sent it to the group. ‘Staying in with my girlfriend tonight,’ Sara typed, following Claudia’s general style of texting, ‘I’ll text you later.’

That wasn’t enough for Sara. She was enjoying the power trip, and screwing with her sister was just too fun. If there were consequences when their parents got home, so be it. Although Sara would do her best to set things up so Claudia wouldn’t say a damn word at the end of the weekend. “Everyone knows you’re a lesbian, anyway,” Sara whispered to herself. She was far enough across the room that it wouldn’t disrupt Celeste’s games. Besides, something told her that the plug’s current setting would keep Claudia thoroughly distracted.

Sara got started on Claudia’s social media accounts next. She posted a slightly more PG picture of the two girls kissing, the kind that would look more cutesy and romantic when posted online. For a minute, Sara attempted to draft a good status, but couldn’t think of something that aligned with Claudia’s usual aloof self and the proper girl that she was now dressed as. Eventually, Sara decided that less is more. She merely put Claudia in a relationship with Celeste, and uploaded the picture as a way to make the public post more dramatic and undeniable. Thankfully, Celeste had game for this idea. Since she wasn’t currently in a relationship, and didn’t plan on dating anyone that would inevitably fall apart with graduation and university on the horizon, Celeste was fine with the fake pairing. It would be easy enough to explain away as a joke if anyone important asked, anyway. Sara used the accounts on Celeste’s phone to confirm the relationship, then started browsing Claudia’s photos to see if there was anything interesting in there.

Celeste was working the angle as well, albeit in a much less appropriate way. Giving a bit more pressure with her fingers, she echoed, “Do you want me, Claudia?” To punctuate the question, she gave a good rub to the girl’s outer lips. “Oh my God, you’re soaked,” she whispered.

“F-fuck!” Claudia exhaled. Her fingers dug deeper into Celeste’s shoulders and she stared up into her eyes. Claudia was always the girl on top, and that included when she had been the shorter girl in past flings. Sometimes a bratty bottom on rare occasions. This was like nothing she had ever experienced, yet she felt completely powerless compared to her normal sexual self.

After one more teasing circle in just the right spot, Celeste shifted up and began toying with the waistband of the thong with her fingertips. “Do. You. Want. Me.” Finally slipping her fingers underneath the fabric, Celeste traced down Claudia’s bare mound until she could nudge her clit from the outside. But that’s all she did. One little prod, without going any further for the time being.

Rendered speechless all over again, mostly due to the fact that she didn’t want to accidentally moan like before, Claudia dipped her head into a slow nod. She had somehow ended up wrapped completely around Celeste’s finger and would no doubt remain that way for as long as she was stuck in such a needy state.

As if rewarding her for the barely noticeable affirmation, Celeste lightly rubbed the girl’s clit again before shifting down to brush her outer lips for real this time. Fingertips grazing Claudia’s bare womanhood, but not doing anything more than that until Celeste got what she wanted. “Say it, Claudia,” gazing down at her with a more intense expression, Celeste quietly demanded, “Say what you want.”

With the plug constantly vibrating and working all the right spots in her backside, and Celeste’s fingers teasing from the front, Claudia was ready to do just about anything to get the release that she wanted. Anything but pleasure herself, apparently, as her hands were firmly locked in place to support herself on Celeste. Taking a shaky breath, Claudia forced out, “ . . . I want you . . . ”

“That’s what I thought.” Celeste grinned at the admission, even if it was coaxed out rather heavy handedly. She settled her fingertips onto Claudia’s outer lips again, this time underneath her thong, and gently traced up and down her wet slit without yet doing anything that would actually bring her closer to release. “Just one more thing, Claudia. If you want me so badly, you can do one little favor for me, can’t you?”

Something told Claudia it wouldn’t be that little, but she was also in way too deep to back out now. At this point, she’d do just about anything to get what her body wanted.

Part Thirteen

Claudia barely trusted herself to speak. Not when every breath threatened to turn into something more.

The crazy part was, Celeste was barely doing anything. Even now, when she was actually touching Claudia’s bare womanhood, the preppy girl was merely brushing and tracing with her fingertips. Thanks to everything that had led up to this latest teasing contact, however, Claudia’s body was on fire. She didn’t care what kind of girl Celeste was, or that Sara was holding the remote that dictated some of the sensations she was currently dealing with. Claudia just wanted to get off.

At the same time, she was determined to maintain some dignity. The preppy outfit she was wearing was ridiculous, and Sara’s friends had already witnessed a lot that she wouldn’t be able to live down. Although Claudia was desperate for what Celeste was offering, and had already displayed such desperation by stating what she wanted when it had been calmly insisted of her, she didn’t want to make it more obvious than it already was by accidentally letting another moan slip out in the middle of the living room.

This was all so backwards. Normally, Claudia had zero reservations about making sounds in the bedroom, and would often go out of her way to subtly coax a partner into doing the same if the girl of the week was the type to hold back. Now Claudia was the one who was getting dangerously close to needing to bite her lip, and Celeste probably knew it. So Claudia nodded her head. Yes, she could do an allegedly small favor. Writing a blank check was also something Claudia would never agree to under normal circumstances. The problem was, she could only fight so many battles when dealing with the persistent desire that came with Celeste’s light, experienced touches, as well as the plug vibrating away.

Celeste leaned forward with all of her body language pointing towards another kiss. Just before their lips touched, however, she gave a teasing brush in a similar style to what she was doing below. “If you want me, Claudia . . . ” she murmured, trailing off.

Claudia couldn’t help herself. Despite her best efforts to maintain some semblance of control, she ended up quietly whining against Celeste’s lips. Pushing forward in an attempt to start up another hot make-out session like before, she instead found the preppy girl’s lips eluding her by a fraction of an inch no matter how far she chased. “F-fuck you,” Claudia muttered. Their lips and noses were constantly brushing, and yet Celeste somehow managed to always maintain the frustratingly teasing distance.

Almost as if punishing her for taking the initiative, Celeste slipped two of her fingers inside Claudia for a brief moment. Then she retreated, going right back to the gentle traces. “Be proper, babe. Like Sara. No swearing,” she whispered, “Apologize, and I might just let you kiss me.”

Gasping from the penetration that didn’t actually lead to anything, Claudia found herself awkwardly saying, “Sorry.” She had played with other dominant girls before. It was always fun trying to out-Domme the other, and dynamics like that usually erupted into passion sooner rather than later. This was nothing like that. For once, she was truly submitting to another girl. It felt so unnatural.

Technically giving the kiss she offered, Celeste took Claudia’s lower lip and gave her two seconds of pressure. Then, just as Claudia tried to get more, the preppy girl pulled back once again. “If you want me, you have to do something for me,” Celeste quietly said. Her fingers gave a pointed rub to Claudia’s clit from the outside to punctuate the sentiment, “Well? Will you?”

Huffing in annoyance when she was denied more of a kiss, only to sharply inhale when one of her sweet spots was used against her, Claudia hurriedly nodded again.

“Good,” Celeste, “Look at me, babe.”

Claudia reluctantly did as she was told. Glancing up wasn’t enough, apparently, as Celeste’s other hand was suddenly there to hold Claudia’s chin and ensure the alternative girl’s head would stay tilted up.

Once she was satisfied with their new position, Celeste gave another light stroke below before saying, “You’re going to be our servant tonight, Claudia. Yes?”

As if it was that simple. Immediately balking at the suggestion despite wanting nothing more than for Celeste’s fingers to slip inside her again, Claudia quietly scoffed and replied, “What-”

And then Celeste did just that. Pushing into Claudia’s slit more roughly than before without ever breaking eye contact, Celeste hooked her fingers up and gave an assertive rub to yet another effective spot. “You’re our servant. Say it.”

Claudia’s eyes immediately fluttered and she let out a stifled moan. Vigorously shaking her head, she rejected the demeaning statement. “N-no, I-” She was not this easy. Girls normally had to work much harder to get her remotely close to the edge. Of course, those girls didn’t have the advantage of her already being turned on before ever touching her.

“Yes,” Celeste calmly replied. She began slowly retreating, threatening to leave Claudia yet again. Only this time, Celeste was more fully inside her. “Unless you want to stop?”

Shaking her head for a completely different reason, Claudia was ashamed of how she instinctively attempted to use her grip on Celeste to keep her close, while also thrusting her pelvis forward to keep as much contact with the girl’s fingers. If she were thinking logically, Claudia would know that none of that would keep Celeste’s hand in place if Celeste decided to tease away. However, logic was tough to use when she was in such a state.

Casually smirking down at her and reading the non-verbal objection, Celeste said, “Say it, Claudia. It’s just three little words. I’m.” She touched Claudia’s clit for real. “Your.” Her fingers shifted away after just one perfect gesture. “Servant.” Celeste pulled out entirely.

Claudia gasped in shock and total disappointment. “No!” she breathily exclaimed. Celeste had physically offered so much in such a short time, yet hadn’t followed through on any of it. And it totally worked. Claudia needed more, and she immediately blurted out, “I’m your servant. Okay? I said it. I’m your servant.”

“Don’t just say it to me,” Celeste said. While keeping her hand between Claudia’s thighs, Celeste took a single step back and worked on more fully detaching herself from the horny girl. Trusting Claudia to stand up on her own for a few seconds, Celeste removed Claudia’s hands one at a time, then circled around to stand behind her. All while maintaining contact in the most important area. “Say it to her,” Celeste whispered in Claudia’s ear, then leaned down and gave a deep kiss to her neck.

The transition was already a lot to handle. Claudia had gotten used to Celeste’s warmth and proximity, and she had also been consistently relying on having someone to steady herself on. Losing all of that while still being teased was difficult enough, and then a completely new sensitive area was being taken advantage of. Only this time, Celeste’s height wasn’t there to obscure the rest of the room. The juxtaposition was so uncomfortable. Claudia was still very much turned on. Only now, she not only was looking at her step-sister, but Celeste was directing her to speak to Sara.

The last person Claudia wanted to focus on while clouded with lust was Sara. They were hardly related, considering how recently their parents met, but it was honestly less about the step-sister thing anyway. It was more that Sara was obnoxious enough on an average day, and that was before Claudia had to deal with this level of her smug, bossy attitude. Trying her hardest to look anywhere but the bitchy girl who was leaning back on the sofa with an idle smile, Claudia attempted to backpedal, “Wait, I-” That’s about as far as she got. Then Celeste gave one of those effective clit rubs while sinking her teeth into Claudia’s neck. Briefly forgetting the importance she had placed on biting her tongue, Claudia’s lips parted and she let out a full moan. She couldn’t help herself. After holding back reaction after reaction, and after being mercilessly teased for so long, she had absolutely no control when Celeste surprised her with such perfect roughness.

“Come on, slut,” Celeste murmured, this time into Claudia’s neck, “Three little words. Or this . . . ” She nipped the same spot as before with her lips while giving another rub with her fingers, then stopped it all at the same time, “Is all you’re getting.”

The sight of Sara wasn’t quite sobering enough when Celeste was still working her magic. On the cusp of yet another moan, Claudia had to make a conscious effort to resist the latest wave of lust in order to repeat the phrase being dictated to her. “I’m your servant,” she forced out. It was both easier and more difficult; saying it again was more natural after already forming the words once, only now she had to deal with the fact that Sara was relishing every syllable.

“For the whole night?” Sara casually asked. Setting her phone down on the sofa next to Claudia’s, she arched her back for a small stretch. She took her time getting to her feet, clearly in no rush as she took in the scene before her from a slightly different angle before sauntering forward. “How about it, sis? That would be a kind way to repay me for all the time and effort I put into you today.”

From behind her, Celeste snaked her free arm underneath one of Claudia’s. Pressing her chest into the newly pink-clad girl’s back, Celeste eventually palmed one of Claudia’s breasts. Over her clothes, rather than underneath, and she used the grip to pull Claudia back into a different kind of embrace. “You’re our servant for the whole night,” Celeste said. Once again into Claudia’s neck, and once again followed by a rough bite that was the perfect combination of painful and pleasurable.

Now that Sara was closer, the whole situation was more confusing and fucked up than before. Claudia’s eyes briefly fluttered and her breath hitched while she tried to look anywhere but at her step-sister. “For the whole night,” Claudia echoed, repeating the addition as soon as she found her voice again. The plug was still vibrating away in her backside, adding to the list of things that was making it impossible to focus or think straight.

“Prove it,” Sara said, “Let’s start simple.”

Part Fourteen

Claudia wasn’t sure what to expect. ‘Simple’ didn’t necessarily mean ‘easy,’ and things hadn’t been simple or easy ever since she got home an hour or so ago.

Sara didn’t leave her in suspense for too long. Still leaning back on the sofa, looking more comfortable in every way than Claudia was, she pushed a button on the remote and the plug went completely still. “Come here,” Sara said, “The coffee table is too far away. I need a footrest.”

The sudden calmness in Claudia’s backside was a relief after the nonstop vibrations. Just because the toy had stopped, however, didn’t mean that her reluctant lust vanished as well. Her knees still felt weak and her cheeks were flushed from the extended amount of time her body had been turned on by such a sensitive area being stimulated.

Claudia also wasn’t stupid. She knew that her step-sister hadn’t given her a break out of the kindness of her heart. The fact of the matter was, Sara could start things up again at the flick of a button. There was an obvious price to pay to keep that from happening–Claudia had to be her servant, like she had just verbally agreed to be.

“You heard her,” Celeste murmured onto her neck. With one more neck bite and firm boob squeeze, the tall lesbian behind her pulled away from the behind-the-back embrace she had recently initiated. “Be a good girl,” she said, followed by a small push.

It was more of a nudge than anything else, leaving Claudia to walk forward of her own volition. And she did. Nervous that hesitating too much would land her in the exact same predicament she had been in before, she trudged across the room and looked back and forth between Sara and Harriet. Was she actually about to do this? It was simple, in a purely objective way, yet it was also so degrading for a girl like her who normally never took shit from anyone.

Confirming the task, Sara pointed down and bluntly said, “Floor.”

Claudia’s lips tightened in frustration, but she did as she was told. The plug in her backside was only one of the complications she was facing. This was about so much more than that; Sara still had all of her possessions, as well as a decent amount of leverage where their parents were involved. With that in mind, Claudia crouched down until she could switch to her knees and place her hands down to settle herself into the tabletop position. Since she was to be Sara’s footrest, she also had to awkwardly crawl forward a foot or so until she was directly in front of her step-sister.

“Good girl,” Sara casually said. She kicked up her feet and placed them on Claudia’s back, crossing one over the other before contentedly leaning back, “Aren’t you glad you’re dressing like a lady from now on? If you were wearing one of those slutty skirts of yours, you’d probably be flashing Harriet right now.”

“I could always give Celeste my seat,” Harriet shrugged, “So, Claudia is going to dress like this from now on?”

“Mm hmm,” Sara nodded, “It’s a much better look for her. Although I’ll probably have to take her shopping. I’m not about to give up half my closet just because she’s finally decided to take a little responsibility and turn her life around.”

“What about her old clothes?” Celeste asked. She opted for the nearby armchair rather than the last spot on the sofa, “Storage?”

Sara scoffed at that suggestion. “Absolutely not. That would be a total waste of basement space. We can donate most of it to charity, and maybe sell the more expensive stuff online so she has some money for her new wardrobe. Our parents don’t give us that much leeway with our credit cards.”

Was she being serious? This was only supposed to be for the weekend, as apparently Sara had been put in charge. Though their parents definitely didn’t mean it like this, Claudia was still operating under the assumption that this nonsense would only last for a couple days at most. At the same time, Sara was under no obligation to give up the enormous advantage she currently had.

It wasn’t until she was quite literally under Sara’s heel that Claudia started wondering what her step-sister could continue getting away with even after their parents returned. Her clothes being threatened could very well just be taunting in the name of getting under her skin, but Claudia didn’t want to risk affirming the concept with her silence. “Sara, you can’t-”

“Claudia!” Immediately snapping at her and cutting her off, Sara said, “Footrests don’t talk! Hold still and shut up.” She turned on the plug at its highest setting, then tacked on, “Nod if you’re going to be a good girl.”

The abrupt, aggressive vibrations were even more difficult to handle without the build-up from before. A bolt of both shock and pleasure coursed through Claudia’s body, and she found herself nodding almost instantly. It took everything in her power to bite back whatever sound was forming in the back of her throat; probably some combination of a moan and a groan that would once again betray just how easily Sara’s selections worked on her. Not to mention the usual detail about how Claudia’s step-sister was indirectly turning her on.

This time around, Sara didn’t seem interested in prolonging things. The moment Claudia did as she was told, the plug went back to merely being a regular plug for the time being. “That’s better,” Sara said, “Not another word, Clauds. My friends and I are trying to have a conversation.” She turned towards Celeste, “What were you saying, again?”

Celeste just chuckled, “Nothing important. Just asking about your sister’s clothes, although it seems like you already have that figured out. What about everything else?”

“You’ll have to be more specific,” Sara said, “There were a lot of unladylike things in her room.”

“Ooh, like what?” Harriet asked.

“I’ll show you later. Trust me, that will be easier than trying to list it all off from memory. Although you’ll just have to imagine the pile of copied homework assignments and old test answers she had stockpiled. I already shredded all of those, for obvious reasons.”

Celeste gasped. “Wait, what? That’s not fair to everyone else!”

“Huh, but aren’t her grades, like, really bad?” Harried added, “Shouldn’t someone with all the answers be able to get straight A’s? Not that it would be fair to all of us hard working students, of course.”

While the girls speculated about whether it was on purpose, to not draw attention to herself, or if that’s the best a girl who never studied could do even when blatantly cheating, Claudia was trying to figure out if Sara was being serious or if she was just saying it for the sake of the show. The former would be absolutely unacceptable. Claudia was doing all this to get her possessions back. As in, all of her possessions. Not some of them. With no way of knowing one way or another, however, she was resigned to keeping her current degrading position.

“That’s why I’m here to set Claudia straight,” Sara said, “Academically, at least. Although she’s also not allowed to fuck girls until she’s proven that she can be proper and responsible first. That includes attending all of her classes from now on, and being punctual to them as well. And, of course, she won’t be failing any more tests on my watch. That’s about half her list right there.”

“Her list?” Celeste asked. Her tone was full of both amusement and curiosity.

“Mm hmm,” Sara replied, “Seven steps to transform Claudia into a girl I’m proud to call my sister. One down, six to go. We can’t count the school stuff until she actually follows through on those commitments, so right now the only one she’s accomplished is getting out of those slutty clothes, even if there are some kinks to work out regarding her future wardrobe. Oh, sis? You can get up now, but no talking.” She gave the plug a single pulse with the remote, then removed her feet from Claudia’s back.

Claudia’s breath hitched at what she anticipated to be another round of vibrations, only for her breath to hesitantly settle when it ended up merely being a warning. One way or another, she wasn’t exactly in a position of strength at the moment. Outnumbered and buried by carrots and sticks, she reluctantly shifted back until she was able to stand up again. Looking down at her step-sister who looked annoyingly relaxed on the couch, all Claudia could do was give her a look that conveyed how she felt about this whole thing. She half expected Sara to comment on the expression, but didn’t care one way or another.

“Your water bottle is so far away, Harriet,” Sara said, “And you look so comfortable. If only you had someone who would get something for you at the snap of your fingers.”

“If only,” Harriet grinned. Immediately playing along, she gave an actual snap before pointing to her backpack on the other side of the room, “Claudia, be a doll and get my water for me, will you?”

“That’s when you smile and say, ‘Of course, Harriet,’” Sara instructed, “Go on, you may speak now. Remember, proper girls show displeasure with their eyes. You don’t always have to like other girls or agree with them, but that’s no reason not to be polite.”

Claudia much preferred simply calling people out on their shit. That way, she didn’t have to waste her time on feigning friendship in the way Sara was suggesting. Why did so many girls choose to play nice, even when both sides knew how the other felt? It sounded exhausting to a girl like Claudia, who had never been interested in such games.

Doing her best not to gag, Claudia went against her instincts this time around. “It would be my pleasure, Harriet,” she said. She was unable to help toeing the line. Anything to remind Sara that this reluctant ‘proper’ thing was merely an act done under duress.

When she returned with the water bottle, during which the two girls on the sofa shared a few hushed words, Harriet said, “Thank you, Claudia. You’re the sweetest.” After briefly showcasing the kind of attitude Sara was just lecturing about, Harriet showed that she could be as strict as the other two girls.

“Now, hold out your arm for me, and no more talking” she said, “You get to be my cup-holder for a little while.”

Meanwhile, Celeste hopped up with a smirk and strutted out of the living room.

Part Fifteen

For a few minutes, Claudia had to deal with the awkwardness of being Harriet’s cup-holder. While it wasn’t nearly as degrading as serving as a human footrest, there was still a degree of physical discomfort due to how she had to stay perpetually bent with her arm extended so Harriet could reach the water bottle without sitting up.

Celeste returned shortly afterwards with one of Sara’s purses on her shoulder. “Cool if I borrow this for the day?” she asked, “It matches my outfit so well.”

“Obviously. You know I don’t mind sharing!” As if to prove it, Sara gestured in Claudia’s direction. Clearly Sara had no issues with her friend going into her room and finding something without asking permission first. Yet another difference between the two step-sisters, as Claudia only allowed people into her bedroom when she was around to supervise them.

“Perf,” Celeste smiled. She returned to her seat, then tossed the accessory over to Sara, “Anything in there you need to take out first?”

“Hmm, let’s see. Harriet, may I borrow our servant?”

“But, who will hold my drink? I was getting so used to being pampered like a princess!”

Despite her teasing complaints, Harriet took the bottle from Claudia one last time and held it herself after taking a sip from it. With a dramatic sigh, of course. When Claudia approached the other side of the sofa, Sara casually demanded a similar service. Instead of placing a drink in her step-sister’s hand, however, Sara directed her to hold her hand out, palm up. Once Claudia was positioned to Sara’s satisfaction, Sara delicately placed her cell phone onto Claudia’s hand.

It was an annoyingly effective test of obedience. Destroying the phone was an immediate temptation, until Claudia realized it wouldn’t actually solve anything. Sara was smart. Whatever digital leverage she had on Claudia wouldn’t be limited to her smart device, plus that was hardly the extent of the problem. Sara still had all the damning physical items from Claudia’s room, and she could easily call their parents from one of her friends’ phones. That’s what made the current task so frustrating. Even holding something so personal of Sara’s didn’t come remotely close to solving Claudia’s problems, which meant all she could do was allow the phone to rest on her palm.

The arrival of Sara’s purse sparked a conversation about fashion with the seated trio. They chatted with each other, completely ignoring Claudia as if she really was just a piece of furniture in the living room. It was better than being the center of attention like she was earlier, yet also all kinds of rude and insulting when her time would be better spent hanging out with her own friends like she was supposed to be doing tonight.

“Okay, Claudia,” Sara said. Addressing her sister after a few minutes of not acknowledging her in the slightest, she said, “Close your eyes.” Punctuating the command with another single pulse of the plug, which she seemed to have settled on as a way to remind her sister to behave, Sara followed up with, “And open your mouth.”

It was painfully suggestive, especially coming from someone who lived under the same roof as her. Before Claudia could voice her distaste, Harriet held up a finger and echoed her phrase from earlier, “No more talking, Claudia.”

Claudia briefly frowned in annoyance, but reluctantly did as she was told. Closing her eyes and subjecting herself to the unknown that came with losing her vision in front of the three girls who all seemed to enjoy this preppy, obedient version of herself, Claudia slightly parted her lips as well. What was Sara planning? It couldn’t be another picture, as something like this wasn’t nearly as damning as some of the other images and videos from earlier. Maybe they were going to make her eat or drink something spicy or gross.

At least one of the girls was getting up. Claudia’s eyes naturally twitched in curiosity and self preservation, until Celeste firmly reminded her to keep them closed. On top of that, she said, “Wider, Clauds. Show us what a slut can do with her mouth!”

Not nearly as subtle as the suggestive nature of the initial command. The plug vibrated when Claudia didn’t immediately listen, causing her to flush and begrudgingly open her mouth as wide as it could go without being painful.

As soon as she did, a ball gag was roughly being shoved into her mouth. “Mmm!” It was not at all what Claudia was expecting, and her eyes flew open in surprise. Before she knew it, the leather was being tightly clasped on the back of her head.

“Much better,” Sara said into her ear, “Hold still, sis. You don’t want your hair to be caught, do you?” With that, she went about pulling Claudia’s locks up until her hair was mostly covering the back of the black leather strap. “Perfect. How does she look, girls?”

Claudia’s peripherals weren’t enough to see any defining features of the ball gag, but she was almost certain it was the one that she owned. Unlike most of her toys, this was one she had never experimented with on herself. Still, the silicone in her mouth matched the material of hers, and she doubted Sara would have something like this lying around. It had to be from the collection Sara confiscated from Claudia’s room.

“Hot!” Celeste grinned, “And perfect for a servant girl. It’s not like she has to talk to do her job, right?”

“Exactly,” Sara giggled. She switched the butt plug back on, setting it to a slow but persistent vibration, “Do you like your accessory, Claudia?”

Cheeks flushing, Claudia hurriedly nodded her head. Anything to keep Sara from ramping up things again where Claudia’s backside was involved. The gagged girl had only just recently come down from all the earlier sensations and lesbian activity.

Sara went on. “And you like your makeover? You think my clothes are better than yours?”

Any chances of denying that concept evaporated when the vibrations increased in speed and intensity. Once again, she desperately gave a nod.

“That’s what I thought,” Sara said, “Okay, sis. I think it’s time for you to do something your old self never would have done. Give me your hand.”

Claudia reluctantly held hands with her sister, despite the fact that their usual dynamic was the complete opposite of touchy-feely. Apparently the act of doing so wasn’t what Sara was referencing. Hand in hand with her step-sister, Claudia was walked to the kitchen. The other girls followed when they saw that Sara was leaving the living room, no doubt curious what their friend had in mind.

Their destination was a lot less dramatic than Claudia anticipated. She was merely walked over to the kitchen table and told to sit down. It was nice to have her hand liberated so soon, although sitting down on the hard wooden chair with the plug still in her ass made her wince and shift in the seat. The kinky toy pushed itself a little farther up, bringing on a reluctant wave of both pain and pleasure due to how there wasn’t a trace of lube back there to soften things.

“Sit right there, Claudia. Don’t move a muscle.” Sara turned to the other two and said, “Keep an eye on her?”

There wasn’t much Claudia could do in the meantime. Even if she wanted to remove the ball gag, it wouldn’t go over well when she was still outnumbered and supposed to be perpetually obedient and subservient. Still trying to keep some degree of dignity, she didn’t attempt to make a single sound. It would just come across as whiny and muffled, as she had experienced from the dominant side of things before.

Celeste and Harriet didn’t feel the need to overly supervise her. They made themselves comfortable around the kitchen’s island and continued their conversation about shopping, eventually showing each other links to various outfits on their phones. Claudia wasn’t actively trying to listen, but there wasn’t much else to do when she was stuck sitting in the otherwise quiet and resonant kitchen. It was so much worse than overhearing their girly conversations down the hall; even then, she was only subjected to that for as long as it took her to close her door and put on headphones.

“Back! Miss me?” It was unclear whether Sara was talking to her sister or to her friends. She was carrying an enormous stack of textbooks and binders, all of which she dropped onto the table with a heavy thud. With little warning, she bent over and gave Claudia a peck on the cheek. “Okay, girls. Get ready to witness something monumental.” She stepped back and gestured to Claudia and the haphazard pile she had placed in front of her. “Claudia is going to do schoolwork . . . on a Friday!”

Her two friends dramatically gasped in unison. It made Sara’s underwhelming reveal that much more annoying to Claudia, and also drove home how in sync the three girls were. There was no way they had planned that together ahead of time.

“But actually, sis,” Sara said. Turning her attention to Claudia, she said, “I want you to take out your syllabi and find all your assignments that are due on Monday. Oh, and don’t drag your feet. I will spank you in front of my friends if I have to. Hop to it, Clauds!”

There wasn’t much else Claudia could do. As Sara sauntered over to the island, Claudia opened the first binder and started leafing through the disorganized stack of papers in the front pocket to find the semester’s schedule for her history class. She couldn’t remember the last time she referenced the syllabus, since most of her teachers regularly made the weekly assignments available in other forms.

Just when she was working on the last binder, trying as always to tune out the preppy voices across the room, the familiar sound of their doorbell echoed through the house.

“Ooh, I’ll get it!” Sara exclaimed, “Claudia, stay. And behave.”

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