November 9, 2014
"Heeey. Is Ally home?"
Rose frowns at Whitney from the other side of the open front door.
Whitney bobs from one side to the other, waiting for Rose to drop that creepy staredown act of hers. But of course she doesn't.
"...okay, I'm just gonna come in. I'm coming in."
Rose tries to stop Whitney from entering. But despite having the weight advantage, Rose lacks the height -- and the strength. Whitney pushes past her with ease, and gains entry to the Mallory household.
She hooks her thumbs in the belt loops of her short-shorts and calls upstairs. "Hey, Ally! Tell your cousin she's a cunt!"
From Alabaster's room, muffled, comes his voice: "You're a cunt, Rose." Then: "Once removed!"
He steps out. Rose, folding her arms, asks him: "What idiocy are you two planning now?"
"Wouldn't you like to know?" Alabaster says on his way down. "Come on, Whitney. Let's go."
He breezes by the two girls and leaves the house. Whitney, winking at Rose, leans in and whispers: "it's a date."
Rose huffs. "Bull. I know your proclivities."
"My who-whazzit?"
"You're a lesbian."
"Haha. You're a laugh riot, Rose. You wish I was a lesbian. For two reasons." She holds up two fingers to drive home the point. "Sorry babe. I gotta go. Me and Ally have a movie to catch.... and some other stuff to do later on. But I'll let you know how it goes!"
She spins around and hurries back out the door, to catch up with Alabaster. Rose, alone again in the foyer, seethes. Her right eye twitches.
November 10, 2014
Rose catches up with Alabaster during lunch.
"Where have you been?" She demands, standing over the table where he, like the creep he is, eats alone.
"Class," he says, not even glancing up from the repulsive porn game on his phone.
Rose makes a disgruntled noise. "Last night. Not that I give a fuck about you -- but mom was worried sick. So was Cerise. You just disappeared without telling anyone where you were."
"You saw me leave with Whitney, didn't you? I stayed the night at her place."
Rose is so dismayed by this news that she has to sit lest she fall over. She slides into the bench across from Alabaster. "Whitney's?" She repeats.
"Yeah."
"Don't make me laugh," she says, forcing herself to laugh. "Why would you--"
Rose's phone goes off: the custom text notification she set for Whitney. She quickly checks it.
>From: Soccer Slut
>talking to ally?? is he giving u the deats of our hot date last night??
Rose scans the cafeteria for a sign of where Whitney could be, but in the sea of classmates all around, she can't tell right away, and doesn't want to be caught looking. Getting caught looking is getting caught caring.
Ding, goes the text notification again:
>From: Socer Slut
>he fucked me
Rose stills her trembling, and turns her phone face down. She can't breathe so well, currently, and doesn't want to bother herself with text messages from bothersome people. She feels sweat beading on her flushed face. Must be this bug that's been going around. That's it.
"W-what were you doing at Whitney's place?" Rose asks Alabaster.
He shrugs. Still playing his stupid fucking cartoon porno game. Can't even look at her for two fucking seconds, he's so engrossed. Asshole. "Is that any of your business?"
"Just curious what would make you--" she gulps, and tries to steady her voice again. "--stay the night in a trailer park. Even for you, that's a little sad."
"I thought you cared about the poor and downtrodden."
She can't help her voice rising in pitch and tenor. "Just because I care doesn't mean I want to spend time with them! And Whitney of all people... you find her just as annoying as I do--"
"Less annoying than you. God you bug me."
Rose exhales hard. She puts on a forced smile. "Now, Alabaster, if you--"
Ding.
>From: Soccer Slut
>do u want to know how his cock feels inside??
>since a description is all u will ever get
Rose puts her head down on the table, her golden curls draping her face. She tries not to hyperventilate. She pictures stabbing people. Doesn't really matter who. Just the act of stabbing, itself -- the catharsis of that.
When she lifts her head again, posture still stooped like the Hunchback of Notre Dame, her fingers clutching the table's edge as tight as she can, Alabaster is finally looking back at her. "Are you sick or something?" He says.
Her smile is as false and creepy as a clown's. "Now, Alabaster, I hope you're using protection. We both know Whitney gets around. You wouldn't want to catch something."
"Ugh. Gross," Alabaster says. "I'm not fu--"
All of the tension drains from Rose's muscles, just like that, and her expression instantly returns to the normal smug placidity Alabaster has come to loathe so much. He realizes himself, so he quickly tries to right the ship: "--I'm not fucking her without protection. Come on. Do you think I'm stupid?"
"Of course not," Rose says, all smooth and laid-back. He can't backpedal. She already knows the truth now: nothing unwholesome happened last night between Alabaster and Whitney. Whitney is just trying to get under her skin, that's all. Well, it wouldn't have worked anyway. Pathetic. Absolutely pathetic. Laughable, actually. What a stupid bitch Whitney is, to think that she could get under Rose's skin like this. As if Rose would even care if she was having sex with Alabaster. Why would she care about that?
Anyway, Rose decides, she's definitely going to have to bug Alabaster's phone.
November 14, 2014
Charlotte lies wrapped up around Saul on the sectional in the basement, Saul's stance wide and slumped, his arms both looped over the backrest. Sitting beside them, Cerise sips a beer. On the carpet, Alabaster sits propped up against the couch, wrists resting on his knees -- playing on his phone (of course). And Rose is off on her own, on her own corner of the L-shaped sectional.
On the theater-sized screen is a romantic comedy that Charlotte finds enthralling but no one else seems to enjoy at all. Her picks for family movie night are always incredibly lame, or problematic, or both. Tonight is no exception.
"This bitch needs to learn how to take a message," Cerise says between swigs. "The guy doesn't want her. Turning stalker isn't gonna--"
"Shh!" Charlotte hisses.
"Cerise is right," Saul says. "If this was happening in real life, that woman would have a restraining order slapped on her so fast, her head would sp--"
"Shh!" Charlotte hisses again, swatting Saul's chest. Her dewy doe eyes don't leave the screen.
Saul gives Cerise a sympathetic shrug. She sarcastically toasts at the air in his direction.
"Let's let Cerise pick next week's movie," Saul says, pushing his chin against his own chest to peer down at his wife. "She always picks interesting stuff for family movie night."
"Shh!"
Saul grumbles.
Alabaster gives the movie another go; locks his phone and glances up at the action on-screen. He valiantly tries for about three or four seconds before losing interest and going back for the phone. From where Rose sits, she can see his thumb trace the unlock pattern. She watches closely, then closes her eyes, committing it to memory. Then:
"Anyone thirsty?" She asks.
General mumbles and murmurs of assent, except for Charlotte, who says: "Shh!"
"I'll go get some Pepsis."
"Shh!"
"Coke for me," Alabaster says.
"Shh!"
In the kitchen, Rose gets four cans of Pepsi. She cracks them all and pours them into glasses filled with ice. And to the one for Alabaster, she adds a little something extra: ground-up sleeping pills.
Works like magic. By the time the credits roll, Alabaster is curled up like a baby on the floor in front of the couch, sound asleep and snoring.
"Want me to wake him up?" Charlotte asks Cerise as she and her husband rise to their feet, getting ready to leave the basement.
Cerise shrugs. "Whatever. Let him be."
Charlotte retrieves a blanket and pillow for him, and gets him all "situated." Situated -- that's the word she uses for tucking him in like he's a toddler. Rose could just about puke at the sight of it. Cerise, getting out her own pillows and blankets, curls up on the couch now herself. Another family movie night in the history books.
Later that night, Rose sneaks down and takes Alabaster's phone from where it lies beside him, and unlocks it, and installs a tracking app that will report his location to her 24/7.
While she has his phone open -- just a few feet away from where he and his sister lie snoring in tandem -- she worries her lip and debates whether to go even further; whether to check his texts. She almost thinks better of it. But she can't help herself.
As it turns out, Alabaster's texts are nothing interesting. The majority of them are to pizza delivery places. The few people who do text him, he almost never texts back. That includes Whitney -- as well as... that other girl. About the only person Alabaster is consistently capable of responding to, in fact, is Rose herself (although of course she already knows the unhappy content of those messages) -- and Cerise.
He texts with Cerise constantly, it seems, including even during the movie they just watched. Rose can't possibly find anything to worry about when it comes to Alabaster texting his own sister, though. That's normal, right? It's not like he and Cerise could possibly... well... anyway...
Despite the seemingly unremarkable nature of Alabaster's texting history, Rose's heart thuds audibly in her own chest as she scrolls through his messages looking for any hint of any preexisting romance amid the mundane back-and-forth. Her mouth is dry but her salivary glands tingle; she feels dizzy with a mix of trepidation and morbid curiosity. But there's nothing. Alabaster isn't seeing anyone. Obviously. That only makes sense. A creep like him wouldn't be seeing anyone.
Then she gets to the text history he has with his deceased mother. And as she reads these messages, too, she feels two things. First, a sadness, even for someone as loathsome as Alabaster. And secondly, a horrible convulsion of guilt and self-hatred. Rose Mallory, she thinks, you're a fucking bitch. A horrible fucking bitch.
Oh well. The deed is done. She sets the phone back where she found it, and hurries silently from the basement.
---
If you came into Whitney's office, she would look perfectly normal sitting there at her desk in her dress suit. Maybe a little bit overheated despite the cool recirculated air of the office building, but you could attribute her sweatiness to nerves, or maybe a recent workout, and not think twice of it.
The truth, of course, is less G-rated. She's nude from the waist down and her legs are spread wide underneath the desk -- so that her younger sister, head buried in her crotch, can eat her cunt. Rose and Ally aren't the only ones who need some me-time. The Darkbloom sisters frequently help each other ease the stress at work as well. Vivian is typically servile, and prefers to be the one on her knees. But Whitney always insists on returning the favor -- and besides, she loves the taste of her little sister's puffy little slit. She sometimes wonders whether Vivian would have been so open to incest if they hadn't fucked before finding out the truth of their relation... but probably, Whitney thinks, she would have been. Sure, Viv pretends to be all refined and well-mannered, but in the end she's a dirty rotten pervert just like Whitney. Worse, maybe. Vivian is a total slave to her own pervy pussy and would do absolutely anything to get it off.
"That's it, Viv..." Whitney sighs. Her voice is high and pinched. She rustles Vivian's hair. "Lick my clit. Just like that. So fucking good..."
Vivian pulls her face away from Whitney's drooling twat long enough to smile up at her. She's completely nude save for her signature knee socks. Her bare little chest heaves alluringly, the nipples two bright rubies on her board-flat torso. Her face is already shiny with Whitney's arousal. "Heeh~" Vivian laughs, in her best impression of her sister.
"Don't you tease me, bitch," Whitney laughs back. She wraps her ankles around Vivian's neck and, hands-free, begins to hump Vivian's face. Her swivel chair clatters back and forth with the motion of her toned ass thrusting back and forth. Vivian feasts on Whitney's genitals like a starving girl finally fed. She gets both her tongue and nose inside her and sucks hungrily on the interior of her twat. Whitney's firm calves actually cramp with the raw pleasure of it. Her eyes roll back. "God, you eat cunt so good," she moans.
Vivian is weak to sexual praise, especially from Whitney. Being told how good she is at oral is enough, all on its own, to make her cunt begin to dribble down her thighs. Vivian's hot pussy is throbbing in tune with her pulse and she's smiling to herself as she brings Whitney this much-needed pleasure. Upping the ante, Vivian uses her fore and middle fingers to poke and prod at the star-shaped pucker of Whitney's asshole.
Whitney squirms, sighing, and says, "what are you doing, you perverted little bitch?" But of course Whitney knows exactly what Vivian is doing, so Vivian doesn't answer. Turning her invading fingers in gentle semicircles, she pushes past the resistance of Whitney's rear hole and enjoys the raw heat of the tight walls within. Whitney inhales sharply, in pain, but nonetheless getting off.
There are few sights Whitney likes more than her kid sister tonguing her out while fingerfucking her asshole. It's not only sexy, but unbelievably cute, too. Almost wholesome. Vivian's curiosity and playfulness when it comes to Whitney's body is endless. Although it smarts a bit to have Vivian's fingers in her lower hole, Whitney grants her complete permission to explore her genitalia however she wants to. Vivian playing with her ass is an act of love, depraved though it is. It's love that makes her do it; she wants to suckle on Whitney's clitty and toy with Whitney's anus because she adores her so much. How could Whitney tell her no?
Of course Vivian is well aware of the power she holds over Whitney. She might be as submissive as any girl who ever lived, but she knows how to get what she wants when she wants it. She wants Whitney's pussy, and so now she's got it. Her salivary glands tingle and produce drool to lubricate the union of her lips to Whitney's labia. Her tongue explores every fold and wrinkle of those soft, delicate cunt-lips. It's delicious. So delicious that it makes her moan into Whitney's insides. Whitney feels the vibration of it deep within her slutty hole, and it makes her already fluttery pussy give a couple cummy squirts directly into Vivian's mouth. All the while Vivian corkscrews her fingers back and forth in Whitney's ass. And now, to encourage her sister's nut, she adds a thumb to the inside of Whitney's twat.
Sure, Ally's got a huge fucking cock that never fails to make Whitney's legs shake, but even that can hardly compare to the skill of Vivian's dainty mouth and fingers. There might not be a single person on the planet better at making bitches cum than Vivian Darkbloom. The dangerous part is that Vivian knows it, too.
"Viv... Viv, fuck..." Whitney pants. She rests her head against the back of her chair and turns it side to side, swimming in lust. "...Viv -- I'm gonna cum on your face... I'm gonna fucking cum on your fucking face..."
Vivian doesn't break pace. She keeps going with the same relentless, steady rhythm that's so close to giving Whitney the ultimate relief. It's simultaneously cruel and sweet, sadistic and masochistic. She's as much tormenting Whitney as she is servicing her. Vivian's lewd mind is set on a singular goal: to make her elder sister orgasm as hard as fucking possible. She wants to make Whitney cum so hard that it knocks her out. Her lapping tongue and penetrating fingers are getting Whitney near that point.
And as focused as Vivian is on the swampy mess of her older sister's holes, she's paying attention to the other signs, too: Whitney's tensing thighs, her butt lifting off the leather seat, the way she holds her breath -- to know the precise moment that Whitney begins to get her nut off. At that very moment, just as Whitney shrilly screams the start of her climax, Vivian uses her little teeth to lightly brush against Whitney's pulsing clit. That tiny torture is the cherry on top, and Whitney's entire body shudders as if trapped in an earthquake only she can feel. She sprays Vivian's face with geysers of cream, Vivian's beloved reward for a job well done. Vivian has eaten out many girls recently, has become a connoisseur of sapphic pleasures, but the taste and smell of her sister's cum will remain her favorite forever.
She's never actually managed to knock Whitney out. She's getting closer to this lofty goal every time, as she perfects her technique; but here, again, today, she doesn't quite succeed. One day she will do it, she promises herself -- and then rub her puffy slit on Whitney's unconscious face to celebrate. But not today.
Once the delirious pleasure of Whitney's orgasm passes through her, Vivian is left to lick the rest of the mess up like a kitten at a milk bowl. Whitney's uncontrollable wailing falls quiet, and she stares down at her subservient sister, totally in love. The warm and happy bliss of having blown her load, as Vivian drinks down the vestiges of her cream, turns into a mounting hunger.
"Okay, Viv," she croons, a demented catch to her voice, "you had your fill. My turn..."
Vivian pulls away from Whitney's pussy, translucent strands of girl-cum clinging to her face and bridging their two bodies. She slowly, maybe a little evilly, draws her fingers out of Whitney's anus. Then, with a grin that most definitely is evil, she begins to suck those fingers like a lollipop, maintaining eye contact the whole time. It's a challenge. One Whitney is more than up to.
Whitney presses the sole of her foot against Vivian's bare chest. She intends to push Vivian onto her back underneath the desk but Vivian intercepts the attempt. She clasps Whitney's foot with both hands and -- zero hesitation -- starts to suckle on Whitney's toes. She never, not for a moment, breaks eye contact. Whitney lets Vivian have her fun for a turn. It's a perverted and adorable thing to watch, the unbridled enthusiasm and dirty lust with which Vivian licks her foot like blowing a cock. Plus she enjoys the ticklishness of Vivian's tiny pink tongue swirling around, and the feeling of domination that comes along with it. But finally she's had enough. She puts the ball of her foot to Vivian's nose and presses, forcing Vivian painfully backwards. It's a rough and no-nonsense push that leaves no room to doubt that Whitney's going to stay in control here.
Vivian lies on her back, smiling, and spreads her legs.
Whitney crawls down onto the floor. She grabs Vivian by the waist and twists her bodily around so that she's on her stomach. Vivian's ass is small, but it jiggles with the force of this treatment. Whitney, unable to resist the temptation, slaps one of the pale globes. She enjoys the angry red streak it leaves behind in the tender, pale flesh. Vivian squeaks. Then Whitney grabs either side of Vivian's ass and spreads it open. Whitney is by no means a large person, but her hands on Vivian's tiny body look huge, and almost wholly envelop that little butt of hers. Vivian's unblemished asshole and puffy cunt-slit stare back at her and make her heart thrill. This is what she was hungry for: her little sister's defenseless holes. Grinning, she dives in, and starts to eat.
It's a voracious, ravishing oral service Whitney heaps onto Vivian. Whitney grunts and mutters to herself the entire time, and makes whole puddles of spit inside Vivian's body to join Vivian's arousal. The saliva and girl-cum meld into a frothy emulsion that runs in rivulets down Vivian's legs and onto the carpet.
"You tashte sho fuckhing ghood," Whitney slurs against Vivian's creaming pussy. "Sho fuckhing goood~ ... FUCK..."
It's true that Vivian is an excellent cuntsucker, but so is her older sister. Vivian's eyes are rolling to the back of her skull and she herself is at risk of losing consciousness. It's simply too good, and her fragile physical shape doesn't help. She almost can't withstand this orally delivered lesbian rape. That's what it is, she thinks to herself, it's rape; her older sister is raping her like usual. How she loves getting raped by her older sister. She rests her cheek on folded arms and lets Whitney have her way with her. Whitney slurps and sucks and moans at Vivian's slit. This is heaven... getting her cunt raped by her older sister's tongue, and letting it happen. Nothing could possibly feel better...
Rose2 pokes her head into the office. "Hey, Whitney...?"
Whitney, reluctantly, answers the call. She pokes her head up above the desk, and then draws herself back into her chair, and sits. From where Rose2 stands, Vivian isn't visible, nor is Whitney's below-the-waist nudity.
"Just wanted to make sure everything is daijoubu," Rose2 says.
"Daijoubu," Whitney repeats. "Extremely fucking daijoubu."
Vivian is already prying Whitney's thighs apart and getting her face back into Whitney's pussy. Horny bitch.
Rose2 gives Whitney a strange look. "Are you sure...? You don't look very daijoubu."
She steps into the room and approaches the desk. Whitney tries to tell her to stop, honest she does, but Vivian's busy tongue leaves her momentarily unable to speak.
As Rose2 circles the desk, she finally gets the picture. She gasps. "Oh. Ohhh. Sorry!"
"You're fine, Rosie..."
Rose2 blushes deeply. "I... I'll leave you two alone..."
Vivian isn't oblivious as she seems. Because at this, she raises her head and says: "Why go? Come here and have some fun with us."
She rises, nude but for those cozy black socks, and stands proudly before Rose2 with her cunt dripping openly down her legs.
"O... Okay," Rose2 says, gulping. She can see the hunger flickering in Vivian's eyes, and Whitney's too. She feels as if she's about to be victimized. Not so stupid after all -- because she's right. She is about to be victimized.
Whitney also stands. She grabs Rose2 by the scruff of her scarf and tugs her forward. She draws Rose2 into a deep tongue kiss. Rose2, eyes bulging, can taste Vivian in Whitney's mouth. That obscene, girly taste melts Rose2's heart. They must have been having a lot of fun together, just now, Rose2 thinks. She kisses Whitney back.
Even as Whitney Frenches Rose2, Vivian gets her hands on Rose2's shoulders, and begins to press down. Vivian is weak, but Rose2 is pliant and easily led. She doesn't resist. She lets Vivian guide her to her knees, and like that, she's trapped between the two lesbian sisters.
They waste no time. They crowd her, clutch at Rose2's candy-pink hair, and begin to rub themselves against her chubby cheeks. Their overheated pussies leave trails of slime in their wake. Rose2, growing slightly panicked, but not wanting to displease them, turns her head back and forth, trying to lick them both.
"Good bitch," Whitney says. "Know your place. Lick us. Fucking lick us."
"Use your fingers as well," Vivian commands.
Whitney and Vivian widen their stance to allow Rose2 unfettered access to their horny holes. Rose2 complies here, as well. She presses her hands against their crotches, like a waitress with two serving trays, and wiggles her fingers to get them seated inside the girls who've suddenly decided to abuse her today. They hump against her, her fingers and her mouth, and kiss each other lovingly while they do so. Tongues entwining, they breathe hot against each other and cum on Rose2's face like she's a wadded-up tissue. Her neon hair becomes matted with their juices, and her thickly applied mascara runs black and goopy down her overfed face. It's disgusting. They make an utter ruin of her face and could not give less of a shit if they tried.
"Are you cumming too, Viv?" Whitney asks with a trembling voice, through clattering teeth. She rubs Vivian's chest, and trails kisses up and down Vivian's face.
"Yes..." she sighs. "I want us to orgasm together... shall we?"
"Heeeh~" Whitney breathes.
And so they do. They let go of all inhibition and finish using Rose2 as the cum rag they've turned her into. They let their drooly cunts climax all over her fearful face. She tries as hard as she can, despite the fear, to bring them off and make them feel good. Her fingers molest the two sisters, their pussies and assholes alike; her tongue flitters back and forth from clit to clit and twat to twat. She drinks their cum without question, and stares up at them with big, dumb, doe eyes. But they aren't even looking at her, they don't even care about her. They're staring at each other instead, and kissing, and enjoying their mutual orgasm. They might as well be masturbating with each other, for as much as Rose2 matters right now. This is all about their pleasure. Not hers.
But they aren't done degrading her yet, not close. Vivian, still panting, her little tongue lolling partway out, asks Whitney: "is your bladder full, too? Are you in need of a toilet as much as I?"
"Oh yeah," Whitney says. "Let's piss on her."
"W-wait--!" Rose2 cries, but the amber stream from Vivian's pussy is already spraying against her cheek. As Whitney's stream joins it, Rose2 covers her head with both hands and wails: "s-stop! Please D-don't pee on meeee--!!"
Whitney roughly grabs one of Rose2's wrists and pulls her hand back towards her pussy. "I didn't tell you to stop playing with us," she sneers.
Rose2, afraid and humiliated, resumes her finger-fucking duty on both girls' sloppy lower holes. They piss all over her while she masturbates them. Her already ruined hair and makeup get even messier, dripping the smelly yellow liquid. Her scarf becomes stained. Her button-down shirt gets soggy and transparent. She wasn't wearing a bra, the stupid whore, and her fat tits, wet with urine, become visible through the thin material of the shirt -- hard pink nipples and all. She's crying a little, and confused by the rapid pace this abuse has taken. Something in her easily mixed-up head decides that if Whitney and Vivian are peeing like this, then she should too. She flexes her abdominal muscles, and begins to purposefully wet herself.
Whitney is to-the-point: "Are you fucking wetting yourself? Jesus. Fucking dumbass bitch."
"I..." Rose2 snivels, trying not to drown as the seemingly neverending piss splashes against her chin and forehead. "I thought... I thought you wanted me tooooo..."
"We did," Vivian says, smiling cruelly. "That is precisely what a toilet such as yourself should do..."
Top and bottom now totally sodden, Rose2 is a wet, stinking meat urinal. The Darkbloom sisters make out and preen over their prey. Despite the hard use, not to mention the complete lack of consent, Rose2 is beyond turned on. She likes it when they're mean to her. She runs a hand down her soaked shirt, under the hem of her wet skirt, and into her soggy panties. Her fingers find the soft, dripping mound there, and she begins to diddle the hard nubbin of her clit. She's cumming already, fucking pig that she is, she's cumming from getting pushed around and pissed on. When Whitney, noticing this, pushes Rose2 down onto her back and crawls over top of her -- Rose2 realizes that her ordeal this afternoon is far from finished.