The Second Place Sister - Sex Stories

The Second Place Sister

... neck, a pretty one, and you just lead me with a leash, then it won't be so easy to misbehave and do things I'm not supposed to,” she explained, and began dancing, singing, “Cindy is a genius!” “Okay, okay,” Stephanie said, “calm down, honey. You're ass and tits are jiggling all over the place!” “Huh? Oh, sorry,” Cindy apologized. When she'd agreed to take Cindy and Tori shopping, clearly Stephanie had underestimated the monumental task of accompanying two sluts, who could not control their cunts, out into a public place. Cindy was practically begging for every man in the place to rape her, and Tori was visibly restraining herself from helping them do it. Maybe Cindy's idea wasn't so bad, after all. “You're serious?” Stephanie asked. “Oh, yes! It would be so much fun, too! I mean, who doesn't like a slut on a leash?” Cindy said, as though it were something any reasonable person could say 'no' to. “Hard to disagree with that statement,” Todd said, his cock becoming quite obviously erect in his shorts. “Okay, okay, look,” Stephanie interjected, “Why don't I go down to the novelty store, and see if I can find something. You guys can go in there,” she pointed to a teen fashion shop, “and poke around for some decent clothes that Cindy won't find too appalling,” she turned to Todd and Kyle, “And our handsome escorts, would you mind terribly if I asked you to keep an eye on these two for a few moments?” “I think we can handle that,” Todd agreed wolfishly. “Thank you.” They watched ...

... Stephanie bustle down the hall, and the four of them drifted into the store. The place was, oddly enough for a weekend, not very busy. The sign boasted the latest in summer fashion for teens and young ladies. The latest summer fashion was, apparently, skimpy and skimpier. Almost everything screamed cocktease, from micro miniskirts, to tight tops, to tube tops, to tiny panties and bikinis. Tori stopped dead in her tracks as she saw the summer swimline on one wall. The large sign hanging above the long display showed her own face staring back at her. She shook her head, thinking she was seeing things. She was not imagining it. The swimsuit model, her big tits straining the bikini top, was Stephanie. “Is that,” Cindy followed her gaze, “Stephie?” Tori nodded her head, unable to create words. “Man, oh man,” Todd whistled, “Your sister's a model? I should have figured.” “I, uh, I guess she is,” Tori said. They were distracted by the sales boy coming up, and asking if they needed any help. The young man, probably a year younger than Tori, gasped when she turned to face him. “Oh, wow!” he exclaimed, “Hey, I know you. You're the model!” He pointed at the sign with Stephanie on it, “Gosh, I feel like a jerk saying this, but you're so beautiful! Could I, like, have a picture with you or something? No one is gonna believe that I met you. We get people asking who you are all the time!” Tori didn't know what to say. Should she tell him that it wasn't her? It was the right thing to do. ...