The Second Place Sister - Sex Stories

The Second Place Sister

... Tori breathed in the just-fucked scent of her sister as they made their way into Stephanie's room. Tori put her on the bed and crawled in next to her, pulling her blanket up around them. She wrapped her arm around Stephanie's body, cuddling up behind her and smelled her hair. She felt so warm and soft in her arms. She felt Stephanie's hand cover her own and squeeze it softly. Her heart jumped. It was the first time she could remember Stephanie touching her with real affection in years. This wasn't the sexy or lustful touches, like the way she kissed her or played with her body. There was real tenderness in that small gesture. “I love you, Stephie,” Tori whispered. Stephanie choked, and started to cry. Refusing to say a word, she just lay in Tori's arms and sobbed into her pillow. Tori didn't know what to do. Had she ever seen Stephanie cry? She honestly couldn't remember. There was one time, she thought, when Stephanie had broken her arm sliding down an icy hill. That, though, Tori understood. She'd cried because of the injury, and Tori had been able to help, then. Stephanie never cried, though, and this time she didn't know how to help. “Oh, Stephie, please tell me what's wrong. I want to help,” she said softly. “Shut up,” Stephanie hissed. Tori went quiet, and just held her. Stephanie's grip on her hand was so tight that it was beginning to hurt. She wanted to let go, to release that hand, put her mask on and move forward. It wasn't so easy, though. Something had changed, ...

... these last several days, and it wasn't just Tori's rapidly increasing sex drive. Rather, it was a closeness that hadn't been there for a long time. She hadn't felt close to Tori this way in years, considered her a friend. The doubts, the guilt she'd been fighting, though, had intensified lately. Turning her sister into a slut hadn't produced the effect that she thought it would, not exactly. Since Tori had come home, she was a different person. She wasn't cold, uppity, smug. Not anymore. She'd, somehow, come through the changes, accepted them, and was now even embracing them. It wasn't fair! Stephanie had taken everything from her and, yet, she still persevered. Stephanie thought about the increasing popularity of the website, the new closeness that was developing between them, Tori's increasing attachment and tenderness. Despite everything Stephanie had done to her, Tori still managed to come out ahead of her. Her sister had thousands of adoring fans, all beating their dicks to her videos and pictures. Money was pouring in. People were drooling over her. And here Stephanie was, in the background. She might be holding the reigns, but it was really Tori who was the star. She latched onto that thought, and it helped. The guilt slowly slipped away. Yes, there was the familiar hate, the jealousy. This was what she needed to keep moving forward. Her tears stopped as abruptly as they'd started. The old mask came to the fore. Tori deserved it. Every humiliating, degrading, and awful ...