“‘I didn’t know it then, but I have, too,” Mal returned.
“We started humping each other faster and faster, trying not to moan out loud. I had one hand over my mouth and I moved the other to our kissing cunnies, where I pressed my thumb against Mal’s little clitty. I could feel the pleasure surge through her and she bit the back of her hand, then moved her fingers to my clitty, where she returned the favor.
“Soon, the bed springs were squeaking while we were wildly thrashing against each other, whimpering as loudly as we thought we could get away with, flicking our hands rapidly across each others’ slits, and leaking our collective cum all over Mallory’s sheets.
“‘You’re gonna make me cum,’ I rasped, ‘You’re gonna make me cum, Mal.’
“‘Cum for me, Els!’ she cried. ‘Cum for your big sister.’
“And sure enough, I did. And watching me cumming brought her over the edge, too. I tensed up briefly, then squealed aloud as the pleasure once again took hold. She followed suit. There was nothing that could hold us back now, and we laid there writhing and sobbing and cumming on each others’ pussies. We fucked the rubber cock, wildly bouncing off each others’ cunts, our soft pussy lips slapping wetly. The rims of our holes frothed with our flooding juices.
“It was something I will never forget.
“We came down from our orgasmic high gently. Mallory moaned and brought her fingers to her mouth, tasting my juices while I lazily continued to circle her clit with mine, coaxing out the last of her orgasm.”
“That sounds incredible,” Brie wondered, entranced by Elsie’s story.
“It was incredible,” Elsie confirmed, but then she frowned. “Then my dad had to spoil the fun.”
“Oh my god, no!”
“Yep,” Elsie said wryly. “Suddenly, we heard the floor creak outside our door. I realized how loud we must have been when we came and knew that one of our parents was coming to check on us. The trouble was that we were so tangled up with each other, and connected by the dildo, there was nothing we could do to move! I clawed ineffectually for a cover, but the door swung open and there was my dad. ‘Everything alright, girls?’ he said softly. He could see us in the dim light, our naked bodies illuminated by our flashlights, and he got very concerned. He said, ‘What’s going on in here?’ Then he flicked on the overhead light!
“There we were, completely exposed; his two little girls, naked, pussy-to-pussy in our post-orgasmic reverie. ‘What are you two doing?’ he asked in shock. Neither of us could say anything. We were mortified. Finally, he said sternly, ‘Elsie, get to bed.’
“I didn’t have a choice but to move. As I went to get up, I pulled myself away from Mal, and slid off the dildo. I heard Daddy choke when he realized we had been sharing the sex toy. It slipped out of Mal, too, and she covered up as soon as I left her bed, and I heard her quickly put it back in her nightstand drawer next to her bed.
“I stalked over to my bed fully naked—with the overhead light still on, mind you—and crawled in. Omg, I was so embarrassed! Once I was there, Dad just said, ‘Go to sleep,’ and then turned off the light and closed the door.
“We laid there quietly in the darkness for a long time. I didn’t know what to say, but I wanted to say something. Finally, I said, “I love you, Mallory.’
“‘She said, ‘You can’t tell anybody about this.’
“I promised her I wouldn’t.”
Brie scoffed, “Nice to see you kept your promise for a whole twelve hours.”
Elsie rolled her eyes. “You know I tell you everything. But it’s not like I’m going to tell anyone else.”
“So what happened after that? Did your dad say anything to you this morning?”
“No, I haven’t heard anything! Dad was gone in the early morning, before we even got up to get ready for school. He must have left early to go to work or something. And Mom didn’t say anything, so Dad probably didn’t tell her what he saw.” Elsie paused and considered. “Well, maybe he told her something, cuz she asked me how my night was, which doesn’t usually happen. But, maybe it was nothing.
“And Mallory didn’t say anything to me. She avoided me the whole morning. We crossed paths a couple times, but she wouldn’t look at me. I think she’s really embarrassed by it all.”
“Yeah,” Brie chided, “you’re sisters, after all.”
Elsie scoffed, “Are you embarrassed about your mom touching you?”
“Well, kinda,” Brie answered, “I mean, I don’t care if you know, but I don’t want anyone else to know. Everyone already knows I jilled off in class. I would literally die if one more thing got out.”
Just then, the two girls heard a voice cut through the din of the school cafeteria. “Well, well, well, if it isn’t the school sluts.”
They turned to look at a dark-haired classmate of theirs, Gretchen Powder, standing by with her arms crossed and a scowl on her face.
Brie shrank visibly, but Elsie raised an eyebrow. “Excuse me?” she said.
Gretchen sneered, “My brother said he saw you at the mall yesterday. He said he saw your boobs and your pussies.”
“You’re just jealous that we’ve actually gotten laid and you’re still a virgin,” Elsie shot back.
Gretchen’s face twisted in contempt. “I’m saving myself for my wedding night,” she huffed. She sensed Brie would be the weaker prey, so she turned to her. “And what have you got to say for yourself, slut?”
Brie demurred.
“Fuck off!” exclaimed Elsie. “Leave us alone.”
Gretchen stalked behind Brie, leaned over her, and quietly stated with an evil grin, “My brother said he’s going to rape you.”
“That’s it!” shouted Elsie. She sprang from her seat and over the lunch table, claws out. The entire lunchroom quieted and turned to face the commotion. Elsie dove at Gretchen and tore at the girl’s hair and scratched her face. Gretchen shrieked and ducked away. Elsie grabbed her by the shirt, stretching it, the fabric tearing audibly. Gretchen couldn’t flee far without ripping it completely away and she squealed again, this time wheeling back around and clocking Elsie on the nose with a balled fist.
Elsie staggered backwards and shook out the stars. She shouted, “Wretched Gretchen, you make me retch!”
“Bitch!” the girl cried in return, “I hope you do get raped!”
Elsie shrieked and renewed her assault on her classmate, clobbering her to the ground, scratching her, and pulling at her hair and clothes. The rest of the lunchroom swirled around the two, now hooting and cheering at the action.
Soon the school principal intervened, wading through the morass of students, and picked Elsie up by her waist, “Don’t touch me!” she cried, flailing at him.
He set her down and gripped the back of her shirt, then leaned down and, offering his hand, pulled Gretchen from the ground. “My office, now,” was all he said, and pushed the two girls toward it. Elsie’s hair was frazzled and her nose ran with blood. It ran over her lips, down her chin, and dotted onto her shirt. She passed by Brie and grinned wildly at her friend, who stared back at her with wide eyes.
“Thank you,” Brie mouthed. At that moment, the day had become too much for the poor girl to bear. Between stares and comments from her classmates, her teacher’s lewd blackmail, and the threats and fighting, Brie had had enough. She took her get-out-of-jail-free card and went to the main office to call her dad. He immediately agreed to pick her up.