The Other Half of Me

The Other Half of Me

Author's note:

Hi, if you are familiar with my other works then this work may come as a shock to you. It represents a big deviation from my previous vanilla romance so I suggest you read the tags very carefully before continuing. This story is about the love between two step-sisters and it includes light pet play, light bondage, and explores lesbian themes. If any of these things or the tags offend you, please do not read on. Thanks!

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Feeling a bit dejected, I walked into my dorm building. After a long and tiring day of classes all I wanted to do was curl up in my bed and watch sappy romantic dramas on Netflix until I fell asleep. My long blonde hair was kind of a mess and I hadn't had a chance to brush it this morning as I rushed to class. It had only gotten more frazzled as the day went on. I slipped my key into the lock and fumbled with it until my door swung open. There was someone lying on my bed already.

"Ashley?" I said uncertainly, blinking my eyes, not sure if my exhaustion was making me see things.

The goddess on my bed smirked as she saw me enter the room. Her long blonde hair came down to her waist in an elegant wavy cascade and her large blue eyes met mine for a second. Her makeup was so subtle and natural and she always looked so effortlessly beautiful. She was wearing a white crop top shirt that showed off her flat stomach and black booty shorts. She looked at her perfectly manicured nails and said matter-of-factly, "What? Can't a girl come and visit her stepsis in college?" She sat up and looked at me affectionately.

Dropping my backpack to the floor, I ran at my older stepsister and wrapped her up in a tight hug. The exhaustion that had overwhelmed me moments earlier had all but disappeared-- the feeling of defeat vanquished by her presence. "Ashleyyyy!! You really came!"

She giggled and carefully extricated her arms from my embrace. Then she hugged me back, patting me on the back of my hoodie and stroking my messy hair with her fingers. "I've missed you too, Steffi."

Then she tried to push me away but I held on to her tightly, refusing to let go. Ashely laughed before saying gently. "I'm not going to leave, I just want to see how my little sister is doing."

Reluctantly I loosened my grasp and stepped back.

She looked me up and down. "Jesus Steffi, you look like you've been through a tornado. You haven't been partying all the time in college have you? It's bad for your sleep and your grades." She said a little sternly.

I shook my head embarrassed at her seeing my disheveled appearance. "I've just been really busy with schoolwork and exams. I was never a brainiac like you."

She caressed my face, brushing a few strands of my hair away from my eyes. "What are you talking about Steffi, you always had the higher of the grades."

I shook my head again. "No, I rarely ever beat you in anything, and I always had to work twice as hard."

She smiled but didn't say anything. She continued to gaze at me sweetly, taking me in.

"I'm so glad you came, Ashley." I said softly, getting lost in her baby blue eyes.

She laughed. "Of course Steffi. I wouldn't miss it for the world." She reached into her bag and pulled out a small box of chocolates. "Here, I brought you something."

It was too much, all the stress and loneliness of college life came down on me at once and tears sprang to my eyes as I took the box from her. "Ferrero Rocher? You always know just what I need."

Ashley saw the tears welling in my eyes and her expression softened. "Aww, don't cry. It's what big sisters are for. I'll always be here for you."

I dabbed at my eyes with the sleeve of my hoodie. "I'm not crying." I sniffled.

She chuckled, relieved that I had stopped. She reached over and ruffled my hair. "That's my girl. Now let's get started on those chocolates and catch up." She crossed her legs and scooted to the edge of the bed.

I tried not to stare at her long pale legs, perfectly toned from her years of cheer practice.

Ashley patted a spot on the bed next to her.

I sat down, my heart aching for her. If only she knew.

I looked up at her perfect face with her delicate button nose and long lashes, trying to memorize every detail before she inevitably would leave again. She finally noticed me staring. She laughed. "You're looking at me like I'm going to disappear. Like you haven't seen me in years."

"Why are you so good to me, Ashley?" I asked her quietly.

Her expression softened and she took my hand in both of hers, looking at me in the eyes sincerely. "Because I love you Steffi. You're my little sister, and I will always take care of you. You mean the world to me and I would do anything to make you happy."

My heart raced at her words. "Anything?" I asked, my heart pounding in my chest.

She smiled. "Of course. Anything."

"I-I wanted to tell you something." I said nervously, avoiding her eyes.

She cupped my face in her hands and turned my face to look at her. Her eyes were filled with concern. "You can always tell me anything Steffi. I won't judge you."

"I'm scared that if I tell you, you will look at me differently or hate me."

"Oh sis," she rubbed my back comfortingly. "I would never hate you or leave you. You're my sister and nothing will ever change that. I wouldn't let anything come between us."

The words caught in my throat and I swallowed hard. "I-I love you."

Ashley laughed. "And I love you too Steffi. Now tell me what's bothering you."

I shook my head. "No, I mean, I

love

you."

She pulled back a bit and studied me, her eyes widening. "You

love

me? As in more than a sister?"

"Yes." I covered my face in my hands. Peeking at her through my fingers I said quietly. "You must think I'm a creep."

"Oh Steffi, no. I would never think that. But... we're sisters. This is... I mean.. we can't."

"Step sisters." I say hotly.

"Well yes, but it's still a taboo Steffi."

I burst into tears. "It's because I'm too ugly right? I could never match up to your cheerleader friends. Or is it because I'm broken. I'm damaged goods."

"No no no sweetie." She said helplessly. She pulled me close. "I-I have feelings for you too." She confessed softly.

I looked at her in shock, scarcely daring to believe my ears. "You- you do?"

"Yes, but- but Steffi. We're family. It just wouldn't be right. What if someone found out? It could ruin our family."

"We're not blood sisters." I said angrily. "Besides, what family? You're the only person in this whole world that ever cared for me. My mother left me when I was five. My father doesn't even know when my birthday is. He cared more about you and your mother than he ever did about me!"

Ashley bit her lip. She knew it was true. "But-"

I knelt down in front of her and looked up at her pleadingly. "Please Ashley. I would do anything for you. You are my goddess. You can do whatever you want to me. Beat me, scold me, I don't mind just please don't ever leave me. I just want you."

She bit her lip, looking pained, though I can see her resistance slowly cracking. "Steffi-."

I stood up and walked over to my closet and grabbed something from the back. I returned holding a collar and a leash. I handed her the collar. "I purchased this a few weeks ago."

She looked confused. "Is this for me?"

I shook my head and knelt in front of her, bowing my head. I tilted my head so that my hair showed my bare neck.

Slowly understanding spread across her face and her breath caught in her throat. "You want to be my pet?"

I nodded, blushing slightly.

A sly smile slowly spread across her face and with shaking hands, she carefully clasped the leather collar around my neck, attaching the leash to it. "Are you sure you want this, Steffi?" she asked softly.

I nodded again, shyly.

Gently, she tugged on the leash. "Well then come over here and let's see how well this little pet follows orders."

I nodded eagerly, feeling a jolt of excitement as I felt the collar tighten around my neck, reminding me of her control over me. Ashley got up off of the bed and motioned for me to stand up as well. When I did so, she helped pull my hoodie and my shirt over my head, tossing them aside and leaving me in my pink cotton bra. Then she slowly unzipped my skirt letting it fall in a pool around my ankles. I watched her face anxiously, trying to gauge her reaction.

Ashley smiled. "You're beautiful, Steffi. Don't look so nervous." A possessive glint flickered in her eyes and she ran a hand through my messy blonde hair, sending shivers down my spine. She stepped closer-- close enough that I could smell the strawberry shampoo she used. She reached around me and unclasped my bra, slipping it off of me and placing it on the bed before squatting down and carefully pulling down my panties. I tried to cover myself, placing my hands between my legs but she gently pried my arms apart. I blushed profusely and averted my gaze, hoping she wouldn't see that I was wet.

"You are so pretty like this, all obedient and submissive." she said, resting a hand on my left breast. She squeezed it gently before letting her hand fall to her side. "Lie back on the bed."

I felt excitement coursing through me and I quickly laid on the bed waiting for her to join me. Instead she walked over to the nightstand by my bed. I watched her impatiently wondering what she was doing.

"You know, before you got here, I actually noticed you had some interesting items in your drawer here."

My face turned pale when I realized what she was talking about. "Ash... wait don't."

She pulled open the drawer to reveal a large purple dildo, a pair of handcuffs, and a few other sex toys. I turned beet red. "Its - its."

She smirked and picked up the dildo turning it over in her hands before taking an exaggerated sniff. "Well at least you cleaned it." she grinned.

I hurriedly tried to get up but she eyed me sternly. "Lie down."

At the sound of her voice, I obediently laid back down, feeling humiliated. Tears leapt to my eyes. Ashley immediately put down the dildo and came to me. "Don't cry Steffi." she said softly. "It's just roleplay. I didn't mean to hurt your feelings. We can stop."

I shook my head vehemently. "No, no. I'm not crying! Please don't stop. I want to continue."

She looked at me unconvinced. "Okay... but the second things get too intense you'd better tell me, or I'll be very annoyed at you."

I nodded vigorously. "I will, I promise."

She stroked my hair affectionately. "You're going to be have to be brave for me, okay? No more crying, or I'm going to stop."

"I'm not a baby!" I protested.

She chuckled. "Okay then. Be a good little pet and let your big sister have a good look at you."

I settled back down on the soft sheets, looking up at her. She straddled me on the bed, climbing on top, her hands pressing down on the bed, to either side of my head.

Her hands went back to my breasts, massaging them gently and she leaned down to cover my body with kisses. I moaned as she continued to play with my breasts, not caring if the other girls on my floor heard me through the thin walls.

Ashley chuckled again. "That's it Steffi. Moan for me. Let them hear you. Let them know how good I am at pleasing you."

"Ohhh ohhhh" I moaned louder than before. Eagerly I reached up under the hem of her white crop top shirt and felt her soft perfect breasts beneath my fingers. She gripped my wrists and pulled them away.

"No touching, Steffi. Do I need to cuff you?" she asked sternly.

"But-"

"Are you going to listen to you big sister or do I need to cuff you to your bed?"

I shook my head. "I'll be good."

She grinned. "Maybe if you're a good girl I'll let you cop a small feel." She continued to massage my breasts, her touch becoming rougher, her fingernails digging into my skin causing me to gasp soflty.

Her hands slid lower, down my stomach to my inner thighs.

"Oh God." I gripped the sheets tightly, to resist the urge to reach up and touch her toned stomach. Her skin was so flawless and clear, it was becoming so hard to resist.

Her fingers traced the lips of my labia. "Mmmmm, you are so wet for me Steffi." She made a big show of sticking her finger in her mouth and sucking off my juices.

I watched her, mesmerized, almost forgetting to breathe. "You're acting so dirty Ashley."

She leaned down and whispered in my ear. Her voice turned sultry and her eyes darkened. "You love it when I talk dirty to you. Don't you. It gets you all hot and bothered."

Her fingers tapped the nub of my clitoris and I moaned again, squirming under her teasing. I tried to press my legs together to create more friction but she sat on my legs.

"Pleaseeeee Ashley. Stop teasing me." I begged.

"Patience." Her fingers began to rub my clitoris in slow circles, gradually applying more pressure. I groaned, my legs struggling to free themselves from her weight. She kept me on the edge expertly, stopping every time I was about to climax.

"Please let me cum." I pleaded with her again.

"You're mine Steffi. All mine. Say it." she commanded, her thumb applying pressure to my clit.

"I'm yours Ashley. All yours. I'm your slut."

Her eyes widened at my last sentence, the lust on her face was unmistakable. She slid her fingers inside of my pussy and curled them inside of me, feeling against my inner walls until she found my G spot. She wiggled her fingers and pressed against it, rubbing it with her fingertips.

I moaned in ecstasy, flooding her with my juices as I came harder than I had ever cum before. I lay in the bed, my legs quivering beneath me, gasping and spent. Ashley carefully wiped her manicured hands on my stomach. "Good girl."

When I had recovered a bit I sat up and hugged my knees to my chest. I looked at her with adoration and gratitude. "Thank you for that Ashley. That was the best thing I ever experienced. Where did you learn to do that?"

She laughed and leaned over to kiss my cheek. "Gurll, I was the varsity cheer captain in high school remember? And I'm on the cheer squad at my university. Believe me, I've had my share of experience with girls."

I pouted, slightly jealous of those girls getting to experience Ashley before I did. I wanted her all to myself. Then I remembered something. "I was a good girl wasn't I?" I asked tentatively.

She sat next to me on the bed and put her arm around me. "Of course Steffi. You were very good."

"You promised I could touch you, if I was a good girl." I said looking at her for confirmation.

A smile slowly spread across her lips. "I suppose I did. Fine. You get two minutes."

Not wanting to waste a second I quickly tried to pull her shirt off. She stopped me causing me to look at her confused.

"If I recall correctly, I told you, if you were a good girl, you could cop a feel, not strip me."

"But- that's not fair!" I complained. "You got to strip me naked and do all kinds of things to me. I can't even see you naked?"

She smiled sweetly. "Hey this was your deal. You said you wanted to be my pet. These are my rules. You have one minute forty five seconds now."

I gasped and quickly slipped my hands underneath her shirt, fondling her breasts roughly.

"Hey, hey, not so rough." she complained.

I ignored her. If this was all I was getting, I was going to make the most of it. I squeezed her breasts and played with her nipples intent on getting every second I was allowed. Finally, Ashley gripped my wrists and pulled my hands away. "Okay, okay, that's all you get."

I gave her my best puppy dog look but it didn't work. When I was sure she wasn't going to cave I gave up.

She smiled. "Did you enjoy your little grope session?"

I grinned. "Yes. They were like giant marshmallows, soft and fluffy."

She laughed, brushing hair out of my face. "You're such a dork Steffi. You're my lovably little dorky sister."

"Can I hug you?" I asked.

"You never have to ask for that." she said seriously. "When we're in the bedroom I'll be your mistress and you'll have to do everything I tell you, but when we're not, I'll be your loving big sister again. No matter what happens in the bedroom, I'll always love you. Okay?"

I nodded, relieved that that part of our relationship hadn't changed. I wrapped my arms around her waist.

"Are you into guys too Ashley?" I asked shyly.

She looked at me tenderly before slowly nodding. "Does that bother you?"

I shook my head. "No, no. You can see whoever you want." I said, though I ached at the thought of sharing her with anyone.

She seemed to see right through my thoughts. "Steffi, I would never do that to you. As long as we're together, I won't see anyone else. Okay?"

"Not even with those football stars?" I asked, doubtfully.

She laughed. "Believe it or not, I've never been with a football player. They're definitely not my type."

"Good. You could do so much better. I don't want any of them getting their grubby little paws on my big sister."

She shook her head amused. "Don't worry, the only person getting their grubby little paws on me is you. And only when I say so."

I let go of her and looked at her with loving eyes. "Why are you so good to me?"

"What do you mean? You're my sister, we look out for each other."

"I mean, even when we first met. I thought I'd hate you. In fact I did hate you for a time." I admitted quietly.

"Why?" asked Ashley, her eyes wide.

"I hated when we first met, how my dad treated you and your mother better than me. I was jealous of how you were always the center of attention. The cheer captain, the straight A student, the hottest girl on campus who could get any guy she wanted. I was just the dorky drama girl with mommy issues."

Ashley patted me on the back. "What changed?"

I looked at her. "You were always so kind to me. Even when I was being an absolute brat. I would pin things on you to try and make you look bad so that my dad would like me again. It never worked, but you'd never snitch on me, even though you always knew it was me. Then in high school, whenever I was feeling down or hiding in my room on weekends, you would always ditch your friends just to cheer me up. You thought I didn't know but I'd see the missed messages on your phone."

Ashley hugged me back tightly. She was quiet for a long time.

"I guess, I'd always wanted a sister for the longest time. And when I met you I liked you right from the start." She grinned. "Even if you were a royal pain in the ass sometimes. I knew you didn't really hate me. You were just going through a rough patch and I wanted to protect you. I'm glad you don't hate me anymore."

I rested my head on her shoulders feeling more loved than I ever had. "I love you Ashley. You're the only one that ever truly cared about me."

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