My ‘Little Fuck-whore’ takes control

I had finally left to go back to my house at about 1.30 in the morning, both girls were still awake, albeit that Ellie was sobbing into her pillow, but Gemma was really buzzing! She loved the turn-round of things, where she now held control over her elder sister.

I learnt later, from their mother, that there was “something wrong with Ellie” over the next couple of days, meaning she couldn’t (or wouldn’t!) go to school. But eventually, when the doctor couldn’t find anything physically wrong with her, she HAD to go back.

I had briefed Gemma to surreptitiously spread all sorts of gossip about her sister in these few days. Within a matter of hours stories were flying round the school like wild-fire, you can imagine the sort of thing – “I heard she likes it rough!” … “She’ll fuck ANYBODY her!” … “She smokes a couple of joints – then takes ALL the guys on at once – 5 or 6 at a time – I’ve heard!”

The result of this surfeit of information was, of course, that none of Ellies’ friends would have anything to do with her when she returned, AND that every guy in the school now leered at her knowingly – waiting for THEIR chance to ‘bag’ this apparently easy-meat!

I was in my garage cleaning my bike a few days after all of this, when Gemma waltzed in wearing a pair of sparkly patterned jeans and a halter top, and pulled the door down behind herself. “You silly cow – I can’t see to clean my bike now!”

She was standing about six feet from where I was kneeling chamois-leather in hand, with her hands on her just-developing hips. “I thought I was supposed to be your play-thing now? … Well I want to feel you INSIDE me!”

With that, she quickly pulled her top straight off over her head, and unzipped her jeans squirming them off, revealing a total lack of underwear!