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My Sister Tormentor
By Peg Thebois
Chapter Six
I could hardly believe this was happening, here it was 8 years later and I
was wearing this prom dress again. Worse yet as the elevator ascended in
just a moment I was going to have no choice but to step out onto the
workfloor wearing it. My knees were shaking under the wide expanse of the
tulle satin skirt flared out by no less than 4 layers of crinoline
underneath it and my breath was not coming easy between my nerves and the
lace-up corset back of the dress. I glanced around at the other people in
the elevator with me, strangely no-one seemed to even notice, how does one
not notice a human resources manager dressed like some teenage prom
princess?
The call center manager got on the elevator on the 8th floor; the head of
customer service, surely she would want an explanation for my unusual
attire, but she didn't even seem to notice I was there, maybe I would have
a chance to sneak out, go somewhere and get a more appropriate change of
clothes.
The inside of the elevator doors were mirrored so the whole ride up I was
confronted by my own reflection, my make-up was blatant but elegant and my
hair was elaborately piled atop my head and held in place by an unknowable
volume of bobby pins. All of this was crowned by a small glittering
silver and rhinestone tiara.
As the elevator opened it's doors again and we all got off onto the main
call center floor I made an immediate b-line for the emergency stairway,
if being dressed like this at work wasn't an emergency I didn't know what
was. I knew the stairway had metal grates on the stairs, I only had to
hope I didn't catch a heel on the grates on the way down.
As I pushed on the bar to open the door the alarm sounded, a steady
repeating buzzing noise. That made me stop, that wasn't the right noise
for a fire alarm.
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But it was the right noise for our alarm clock. I was not at work, I was
in my own bed; I hadn't worn that prom dress since my sister had graduated
and no-one but Sherri had seen me in it; even being dressed in a soft blue
nightgown that barely covered my ass was a relief after a dream like that.
As I rolled over turn off the alarm my fianc?'s arm wrapped around me from
behind, "Good morning pretty girl," she said with a yawn, "Breakfast
time?"
I rolled back to look upon my gorgeous sexy Amy who had thoroughly worn me
out before bed last night. "I guess I should get up and get started on
that yeah"
"Okay, why don't you go to the bathroom and change into your surprise to
get a start on things, I want to grab another fifteen minutes sleep, then
I will wake up your sister and we'll join you in the kitchen."
I couldn't really see too much of what was in the bag because there was a
white frothy material on top but the anticipation only lasted as far as
the bathroom and then I started unpacking the bag. On the very top was
the black lingerie set the girls had me buy at la Petite Maison d'amour so
I started with that. I skipped the garter belt for now since I didn't
have any clean stockings to go with it, plus I was glad to have one less
piece of feminine clothing to put on, of course before this weekend was
over I would have enough of it to fill several lifetimes but right now
every tiny shred of my masculinity I could hold onto was precious to me.
The bra was still a struggle, when we were younger and Sherri forced me to
wear her clothes she had always done up the bra for me, yesterday had been
the first time I had ever put a bra on myself. Once I was standing in my
bra and panties with the silicone breast forms filling my cups I went onto
the next thing, a fluffy white petticoat that barely came down to my
thighs. That was easy enough to put on and after that it wasn't terribly
surprising what else was in the bag. What sort of garment required a
bouffant petticoat of such short length, a French Maid of course.
This was what Sherri had sent my fianc? to go find for me, she wanted to
make sure that Amy saw me in the most humiliating, revealing, submissively
feminine garment in the whole of chauvinistic creation. The neckline was
low cut almost showing my bra and the skirt was short enough that only the
fullness of the petticoats would save me from flashing my panties every
time I did anything but stand perfectly straight. The sleeves were
exaggerated and puffed up balloons of black satin and it had all the
accessories, lace wrist cuffs, choker and the little headpiece which I
bobbypinned in place.
By the time I was dressed Amy's alarm was going off again, had it really
taken me fifteen minutes just to get dressed? Sighing I made my way to
the kitchen, I didn't need any cookbook to know the recipe for my waffle
batter, which I mixed from scratch, not some pre-packaged garbage. I
plugged in the waffle iron first so it would be hot when I was ready with
the batter.
As I worked it was easy to fall into a routine, this morning wasn't
turning out so different after all, aside from wearing a dress that was.
After I mixed everything together I remembered we had some blueberries in
the fridge, one of the girls might want to add those to the mix before
cooking their waffle. I poked around in the fridge for a bit before
finally locating the berries, buried at the back on the fridge on the
lowest shelf.
As I retrieved them my sister announced her entrance into the kitchen with
a loud wolf whistle. "Damn sis, I didn't know you would look so natural
bent over like that." I stood up so fast I almost hit my head on the
shelves of the fridge, somehow in my complacency I had forgotten what I
was wearing, had forgotten that bending over like I had would put my
pantied ass on complete display. "Aww are we feeling shy now Tiffany,
don't want to show off your pretty panties?"
I was blushing furiously, I didn't need Sherri to tell me that I could
feel how flush my face was. At this moment in the conversation Amy
entered the kitchen, hearing talk of my panties and seeing my red face she
chuckled, "What did I miss out on here?"
"Apparently you fianc? is the kind of slut who can't even wear a miniskirt
for half an hour without flashing his panties at everyone in sight, really
Tiffany you should try to have some sense of dignity."
I sputtered trying to come up with a response but failed miserably. Once
Sherri had the first two waffles, sans blueberries, cooking in the waffle
iron she shoved me against the kitchen table, "Come on Tiffany, while we
wait for those to cook why don't you show Amy what she missed." I didn't
have much choice as my sister manhandled me into position so that my ass
was sticking out toward Amy.
"Mmmm," Amy purred appreciatively, "at least Tiffany has an ass worth
showing off." Amy stepped up behind me and started squeezing my ass
cheeks. "If she insists in showing off her panties maybe we should get
her something frillier than these, something with lots of bows, lace
ruffles, that sort of thing."
"It looks like Tiffany likes that idea," Sherri called from over by the
waffle iron, it wasn't until this point that I had realized she was no
longer holding me down, I had been so busy enjoying my fianc? fondling my
ass through my panties that I had been willingly bent over the table for
her for who knows how long.
Sherri had of course been referencing the fact that I had a bit of an
erection in my panties, clearly visible pointed at the floor from my
posture. This of course was a reaction to the affection of my gorgeous
fianc?, not a reaction to talk of me wearing frillier panties but of
course Sherri would spin things however she wanted.
"Jeez you two, didn't you get enough last night? Do you need to go back
to the bedroom for a little while?"
In response Amy gave a stinging slap across one cheek of my satin clad
behind. "Get your sassy little ass over there and make me some waffles
Tiffany."
The girls sat at the table while I poured the batter. I wasn't sure what
to do while I waited but I noticed my skirt was still a little flattened
in the front from being pressed against the table. Sherri chuckled at the
way I straightened it and fluffed the petticoats flaring it out.
"Look at your little Tiffany primping, from the sounds of things I'm
guessing she isn't so fussy in the bedroom?"
"I don't know about fussy but let's just say it's been a long time since I
slept that soundly."
"What about oral, does Tiffany give better face than Charles?"
"Face? You mean going down on me? Oh Tiffany didn't do that, neither has
Charles so I really don't know."
"What?!" I cringed inwardly, and a little outwardly too as I had
anticipated Sherri would react strongly to this news. "But I'll bet
you've gone down on him haven't you?"
"Well yeah, I love sucking his cock."
"That does it! Tiffany!"
I had just popped Amy's waffles out of the iron so I brought them to her
posthaste and to placate my sister a bit I even gave a poor try at a
curtsey lifting my skirt to show my petticoats and bobbing slightly.
"Yes?"
"First of all that was the worst curtsey I have ever seen, later today
I'll show you the proper way so you can practice, but for right now as
soon as Amy finishes her breakfast we are going to correct this. I'll
even give you some Princess Points if you perform well enough."
As Amy finished eating I nervously busied myself cleaning up the results
of breakfast, Sherri was clearly in charge of this situation, I knew Amy
would go along with her command, and why shouldn't she in this case, what
woman, what person would fight against being given oral sex?
I was nervous about doing it, there are always the jokes about the fishy
taste of vagina, but I was also anxious to try it, Amy was my fianc? she
was beautiful and sexy so finding a new way to make her feel good and feel
sexy was bound to be a good thing. Also the opportunity to earn some
Princess Points was icing on the cupcake. It goaded me though that Sherri
had clearly won in making a situation where I was eager, even desperate to
earn something called Princess Points. Was that really any more
humiliating though than being paraded around a store in dress after dress,
finding the perfect slutty outfit to take me out to a club where everyone
would see me? Or having to prance around the kitchen dressed like a
french maid making breakfast for my sister and my beloved fianc?.
As I was loading the dishes into the sink Amy wrapped her arms around me
from behind and pressed herself against my back. I could feel the warmth
of her body, the feeling of her breasts against my shoulders, her pelvis
against my ass. Then I felt her hands slide under my skirt and start
rubbing my penis through my panties. I had never done anything like this
before, in all my teenage years of being prissified by my sister it had
never occurred to me that the soft fabrics might be sensual or arousing, I
was always so caught up in the humiliation and the fact that it was my
sister doing this to me, my little sister.
Now my breath was picking up feeling Amy's fingers sliding the soft
material against my body's most sensitive places. Her teeth caught my
earlobe and bit down just enough for me to feel a twinge of pain and then
she switched up to gentle licking. "Hurry up with these dishes Tiffany,
I'll be waiting in the bedroom."
I moved as fast as I could in my heels, which is like saying I drove as
fast as I could on four flat tires, finishing the dishes and then up to
the bedroom. I found Amy waiting for me in bed, wearing a sheer black
negligee and nothing else. I wasn't sure it was necessary but I curtseyed
just in case. She giggled but I still wasn't sure it had been the wrong
thing to do. Amy ran her hand over the smooth curve of her thighs as she
spoke, "Would you like to earn some Princess Points?" I nodded. "Come
on Tiffany say it, ask me out loud."
"May I please have some Princess Points?"
Her legs snapped closed like a trap, "No Tiffany, not have; earn"
"May I please earn some Princess Points?"
"Yes you may Tiffany." She pulled out her phone and showed me a ten
minute timer waiting to start. "I start this timer the moment I feel your
tongue on my pussy. When this ends If you haven't stopped eating my pussy
you will earn 5 Princess Points. If you can get me to come before the
alarm you get those points and an extra 5, but if the alarm goes off and I
haven't come you will earn 5 demerits. Understand Tiffany?"
I nodded and she reclined on the bed stretching her legs out in front of
her, spread wide inviting me in. Nervously I crawled across the bed on my
belly anchoring my hands on her thighs pulling my face into her beautiful
naked crotch. There was of course nothing fishy or dirty in her smell or
taste, just a sort of flavour that is hard to describe if you have never
tasted it.
I wasn't really sure what to do so I tried to do everything. I worked at
her with my lips tracing different patterns with my tongue, varying the
depth as well as the motion and tempo. I could sometimes hear her sighing
and panting or the occasional moan but it was hard to gauge how close she
was to coming, usually when we had sex the look on her face told me far
more than the sounds she made. Amy was not a vocal lover, but she always
told me the shriekers were being overly dramatic. It wasn't really better
for them they just needed it to seem like it was for their ego or their
partners, like a guy with a big flashy car.
Unsurprisingly my face was starting to feel the effects of an unfamiliar
series of movements by the time the alarm went off. I was prepared to
continue until I got Amy off but the sound of the bedroom door told me
that my sister had been waiting to hear the alarm.
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