DISCLAIMER: Nothing in this story is real or should be considered as such. This story is a little unusual and is based on a fantasy I concocted that brings together some fetishes I'm into, and yes, features sexual acts between consenting adults. I welcome any feedback and I'm always excited to discuss the story and characters, and chatting/bouncing around ideas for future stories. I hope you enjoy delving into my insane mind.
NOTE: This story features characters that appear in my other stories. They do not take place in the same continuity. Each series can be considered its own universe of sorts, with different events, relationships, and couplings.
THE OTHER SISTER CHAPTER 2
"Can I get your advice on something?"
Tiffany lowered her phone and turned to face her sister. For the past hour or so, the two had been mindlessly staring at their screens. Or rather Tiffany had been. Maddie, on the other hand, as Tiffany had noticed whenever she glanced her older sibling's way, had spent most of the time staring off into the distance, something clearly on her mind. Apparently, she had finally decided to get whatever was on there off of it.
"Of course," she said. "Dress sexier. Always good advice."
"Ha. Ha," Maddie deadpanned with a roll of her honey eyes. "It's about a guy."
Tiffany had assumed as much. Over the past few months, she had become Maddie's confidant whenever it came to the subject, and advice had basically turned into code between them for guy talk. However, it had been some time since her older sister had come to her for "advice," and the prospect of Maddie at long last needing some got Tiffany extremely excited — in more ways than one.
Her sister hadn't gone on a date in several weeks, which for Maddie was an unusually long time. Guys tended to ask her out on a near weekly basis but ever since her breakup with Emmet — a bear of a guy with a disappointingly small dick — no one else had apparently made a move. Which meant, in that time, Tiffany had been just as untouched as her pure, virginal sister. Figuratively speaking. Tiffany had touched herself many times in the intervening period, but instead of fingering herself to all-new twistedly perverted encounters between her and Maddie's boyfriends, it was to the memory of previous ones.
Sure, she enjoyed every moment of lustfully pumping her wet hole while reminiscing about stroking Maddie's boyfriends' cocks until they exploded rivers of hot, sticky cum all over her sister's stuff, but a girl could only hit replay so many times before the song got old. If Maddie was coming to her for advice, it meant that it could be time to queue up something new and Tiffany's panties grew damp at the thought.
"If it's about a guy," Tiffany said and pretended to turn back to her phone, "dress sluttier then, not sexier."
"I'm serious!"
"Okay, okay," Tiffany relented. In truth, she was also serious about wanting her sister to dress sluttier, secretly finding the idea of the sweet, innocent Maddie showing off her body in an attempt to do the type of dirty and debaucherous things that she did immensely appealing. However, for the sake of the matter at hand — and to avoid delving too deeply into her own psyche on why exactly she felt that way — she played the comment off like a joke. "What's up?"
"Jamal Bryson asked me out."
Tiffany's jaw dropped. Of all the things Maddie could have needed advice on, that was one she did not expect.
A member of the school's track and field team, Jamal Bryson was well known on campus. He wasn't a college celebrity by any means, but when you said the name, most people knew who you were talking about. He was tall, fit, and carried himself in a way that parted seas of people. Above all though, he was fucking hot. The possibility of her sister dating the attractive athlete, and of she herself getting a crack at him, nearly made Tiffany slip her hand into her pants right then and there to relieve her suddenly pulsing pussy. Instead, she simply said, "Holy shit. When are you guys going out?"
"Well, I haven't accepted yet," Maddie admitted, darting her eyes away and missing her younger sister's furious glare. "That's what I wanted your advice on. I'm not sure."
"Why the hell not?" Tiffany couldn't believe Maddie would pass up the chance at someone of Jamal's status. She would kill for someone like him to notice someone like her, and here was her sister, wondering what to do instead of immediately throwing herself at the handsome runner. Not to mention that Maddie's hesitation might end up costing Tiffany the only shot she'd ever get with him as well. "Is it cause he's black?"
"God, no!" Maddie exclaimed. "Nothing like that."
Tiffany was relieved by her sister's obvious and immediate horror over the suggestion of her being prejudice. Not that Maddie ever exhibited those types of thoughts and feelings. But they did grow up in a rather small, conservative town, and while she and Maddie might not have taken issue with dating someone like Jamal, the rest of their town would have and absolutely judged them for it. However, loathe as she was to admit it, Tiffany had to acknowledge that the level of her attraction to Jamal stemmed from its own type of prejudice. The taboo nature of hooking up with a black guy made her even more interested in him and made the thought of his thick, dark cock in her pale, white hand even more arousing. But philosophical debates about prejudice aside, she'd be damned if she let her sister ruin an opportunity like this.
"It's just that..." Maddie continued, drawing Tiffany's attention back to her sister and away from the fantasy of her on her knees stroking Jamal's dick. "He's an athlete and clearly experienced and confident and... I'm just worried he might have expectations for a date that I, um, can't deliver on."
"Good. Don't. Instead, you should wear your skimpiest outfit. Something that really shows off those tits. And when you walk in front of him, sway those wide sexy hips. Maybe even give him a flash of your panties, the green ones for sure. Get him all worked up thinking about you parting those fat lips for him, or even better, spreading those thick thighs. Get him hard and horny. And then bring him back here for me to take care of, since you refuse to just let him pop your cherry with his big dick. This is why your boyfriends like me more, Maddie. Because you 'can't deliver' with that body."
That was what Tiffany's lust-addled brain wanted to say. Her mind filled with a flurry of images, dirty thoughts her dripping snatch wanted and needed to become reality. Part of her even considered telling her sister to just do it, the idea of Maddie giving up her virginity on a first date making her burn with scorching hot desire. However, again Tiffany managed to restrain herself, this time her sisterly instincts kicking in and shoving her dark cravings to the back of her mind.
"Maddie, you don't ever have to do anything you don't want to. If you're interested in him, go on the date, but don't ever 'deliver' because you feel pressured to."
"Thanks, sis." Leaning over, Maddie yanked Tiffany into a hug. It was a surprising moment and it took Tiffany a second to return the gesture. She always thought she and Maddie were close, but it occurred to her that they never really hugged. It was nice. She squeezed her sister back. "I think I will go out with him. He is pretty hot."
"Right?" Tiffany said, her excitement on the rise again. "And remember, you don't have to go down on him unless you want to, no matter how big his dick is."
"Oh my god!"
Maddie shoved her away and they both burst out laughing.
Tiffany stifled her moans as best she could, her breaths coming out in heavy gasps. Her extra horny imagination had gone into overdrive the moment she was alone. As Maddie slept soundly next door, Tiffany's fingers played at her clit and occasionally dipped themselves lower to plunge into her wet hole. She meant what she told her sister earlier, but the fact that her advice also worked in her favor was certainly an added benefit. Her sister had decided to go out with Jamal, and in response, the second she had gotten into bed, she had let her submerged thoughts resurface and her mind went wild with lusty fantasies.
Eyes closed, Tiffany pictured her and Jamal in Maddie's bedroom, so familiar to her at this point that she had no problem envisioning the exact layout, the precise spot they'd be in as she gripped his thick cock in her hands. She imagined she'd need both to hold him, to adequately cover the length of his shaft if the rumors were true. She jerked him vigorously, her fingers in real life matching the pace of her pumps. She wanted to make him cum so bad. He'd asked out her sister, but it was her that was going to get Jamal Bryson to cum.
What if she wore the same outfit Maddie had on the date? A small "ah!" of pleasure escaped her lips at the thought. Still on her knees in front of Jamal, still jacking his dick with both hands, but now Maddie's dress hanging off her smaller build. Where the low neckline would have emphasized her sister's cleavage, it left Tiffany's smaller boobs almost fully exposed. She groaned. Her frantic jerks would cause the dress to slip, shift over to completely bare one of her tits for him. Outside the fantasy, Tiffany's hips rocked and bounced, her ministrations taking her closer to completion. He'd stare down at her, eyes locked on her stiff pink nipple, and say, "Fuck, you look so much sexier like this than your sister." Then... "unngghhh"... he'd cum, pulsing his thick load all over the dress and her tits.
