SubscribeStar Story: The Step-Sister, Chapter Eleven
Chapter Eleven
It all happened so quickly.
First, Sara pressed something on the remote that caused Claudia to gasp in reluctant pleasure from the sequence of pulses that worked in all the right ways down below. It wasn’t quite as effective as whatever her step-sister had done in the living room, but it was enough to make Claudia’s knees go weak for a moment.
That was the only opening Sara needed. She lunged forward and grabbed Claudia’s hair, making sure to get her fingers deep into the long, dark locks before clamping into the tightest grip she could. “You’re coming with me, bitch,” she hissed. Sara yanked Claudia sideways towards the house, aiming to knock her totally off balance for the next part.
Claudia’s little gasps of lust were nothing compared to the sharp intake of air in response to her hair being handled in such a way. While she was very much into a variety of kinky things, including some pain play she had experimented with, the alternative girl was used to her partners showing at least a little restraint. And, while it’s not like Sara was a partner in that sense, that’s the way Claudia’s thoughts were leaning thanks to the sensations of the plug that persisted in keeping her perpetually turned on.
Regardless of how warm she was between her legs, however, this was way too hard. Just like how her ass was not prepared for the aggressive spanking, Claudia didn’t know how to handle her hair being pulled with absolutely no hesitation or mercy. “Sara!!” she exclaimed, “What the fuck?! Let go!” Her voice came across a little more shrill than she was expecting, and it was difficult to sound intimidating in general when she was being manhandled in such a way.
“Language, Claudia,” Sara grunted. While she had a solid grasp on Claudia’s hair, that didn’t mean that maintaining it was effortless. Not only did Sara have to keep herself and Claudia positioned in a way that would avoid her sister getting a good angle to kick or scratch, but she also needed to drag the girl back inside. They were fairly close in height, although Sara was the only one that worked out in the more traditional sense. A little more tone only helped so much, of course, so she was mostly relying on the advantage of using Claudia’s hair against her. “And no breaking curfew!” While it was still light outside, this was a different kind of curfew. As she had texted earlier to inform her irresponsible sister, Sara was in charge for the weekend. And that meant Claudia couldn’t leave the house unless given express permission.
Claudia did her best to twist and squirm, although she found that her struggling ended up hurting her hair even more whenever she pulled the wrong direction against the way Sara was tugging her backwards. She also only had one hand, as her phone was still in the other. That was her only lifeline to her friends that were still expecting her back at the skatepark, and it wasn’t worth doing anything that would crack the screen and/or do any other kind of damage. Smartphones were annoyingly delicate, and she was now regretting her decision not to switch back to her more durable flip phone. Texting and calling was honestly enough; she had other tech for the rest. But for the time being, she couldn’t bring herself to swing with that arm or drop the device to free up her second hand.
As her calf banged into the base of the porch stairs, Claudia snapped, “Ow! SARA. You-” And then her breath hitched as another wave of pleasure coursed through her. As painful as it was to be yanked around in such a way, her hair was also a weak spot of sorts. That, paired with the plug that was stuck on whatever setting Sara had last switched it to, and Claudia’s body was completely betraying her. It was still mostly the toy doing the work, but that didn’t change the fact that her preppy bitch of a step-sister was involved in the process.
Whenever Claudia resisted too much or moved in a way that Sara didn’t like, she gave a sharp twist with her hand and kept working her way up the short staircase with Claudia in tow. The door was still cracked from the way Sara had rushed out to stop her sister from doing something stupid and selfish like running away. Since she was still focused on Claudia, it took a couple blind swipes behind her to find the crack and open the door the rest of the way. “This is for your own good, Claudia,” Sara said. She gave a hard jerk to Claudia’s hair to get the girl through the threshold and back into the house.
“Let. GO.” Claudia tried to put some power behind the words, but once again came up short. Her panties were still embarrassingly damp from the combination of pain and pleasure, and her cheeks were flushed from both the struggle and the fact that the current ordeal with Sara was resulting in such physical confusion. It wasn’t even their relationship, as it was such a recent marriage between their parents; Claudia’s main issue was that Sara was the worst, which made it all kinds of frustrating that the unnecessarily proper girl was eliciting such reactions.
“So dramatic,” Sara scoffed. She didn’t let up in the slightest. Not bothering with the door for now, she continued to drag Claudia backwards down the hall and towards the living room she had recently fled. “We’ll make a good girl out of you yet.” She got the two of them around the corner, then pivoted on her heel while simultaneously wrenching Claudia’s hair to the side.
Claudia didn’t realize what was happening at first. The abrupt scalp pain caused her to follow the harsh movements in an attempt to lessen how her roots were being abused, which resulted in her facing the room with Sara suddenly behind her. Harriet was still relaxing on the sofa, but Celeste was casually waiting in the middle of the room. Out of nowhere, Sara let go of Claudia’s hair, placed both hands on her back, and shoved her forward.
Although having her hair back to herself was a relief, it was hardly a reprieve. Still off balance from being dragged through the house, especially after being spun around so roughly, Claudia was not ready for the unexpected momentum. The forceful push had her stumbling from the very first step, and there was a good chance she was going to wipe out before finding her balance again.
Except Celeste was in the way. Claudia ended up crashing into the girl and, in a shocking turn of events she was not prepared for in the slightest, Celeste kissed her.
Claudia couldn’t help herself. She instantly started making out with the girl.
There were SO many things she should have done instead. Stepped back and slapped Celeste for the audacity. Swiveled around and screamed at Sara for what her step-sister had just put her through. Shoved Celeste aside and used the forward trajectory to race through the room towards the side door. As awkward as running in a tight skirt was, Claudia wasn’t the only one dressed in preppy clothes. She could still get away and put this stupid afternoon behind her; in retrospect, she should have left the second Sara tried to boss her around.
Rather than doing any of that, Claudia was kissing a girl who wasn’t even remotely her type. And doing it in front of Sara; Harriet, too, although she was less of a concern.
Claudia knew it was wrong. Not that she had any issues with girls that didn’t dress or act like her; in fact, making out with seemingly prudish girls was often fun. Either she could rock their world if they were inexperienced, or be pleasantly surprised that they were more than they appeared. Celeste was absolutely the latter. The problem was the current audience, as well as Claudia’s headspace. This was definitely not the time to be fooling around with Celeste of all people.
And yet, Claudia went for it. Her body was on fire, and another girl pressing up against her and meeting her lips was enough to flip a switch that was impossible to ignore. Everything around her disappeared as she hummed a deep moan into the kiss. Her hands wrapped around Celeste’s body and, as if she wasn’t dealing with enough, the plug began vibrating so hard and so fast that Claudia desperately clung to the girl in order to stop her legs from giving out.
Celeste broke the kiss long enough to mutter, “That’s the best you can do?” With that, she plunged her tongue back into Claudia’s mouth and grasped her hair.
Being challenged was effective enough, considering how competitive Claudia could get, as well as how easily annoyed she was by Sara and her friends. The subsequent roughness then heightened the feeling by mixing in the physical side of things. Their tight embrace was already doing plenty for her, but the new hand in her hair worked particularly well when Claudia was still sensitive from the recent abuse. Determined to show just how fucking good she was when it came to passionately kissing a girl, temporarily blind to how there was probably a reason why Celeste had pounced on her in such a way, Claudia sunk her fingers into the girl’s back and deepened their kiss.
The whole thing ended as quickly as it began. First, Claudia felt her phone being yanked out of her hand; she hadn’t done a very good job maintaining her grip on it anyway, as she had been more focused on pulling Celeste in than anything else. Then Sara’s voice cut through the haze. “Got it! You’re good, Celeste. Unless you’re into it?”
Just like that, Celeste pulled away with a bit of a scoff. It sounded just as preppy as the kind Sara made. “Please. She’s a terrible kisser.” Brushing Claudia’s arms away and detaching herself as efficiently as possible, Celeste took a couple steps back. “You’d think a lesbian slut would be better at playing with girls.”
Claudia’s eyes flared. “You-”
“Shush, Claudia.” Sara now had two phones in her hand–the one she had taken from Claudia, and her own that she was holding up with a smirk. “I just got some great shots of you fucking around with my friend. Even if you’re bad at kissing, I’ll admit you look decent on camera.”
It had been a trap. Obviously. Although even after being snapped back to reality and insulted to boot, the plug was still vibrating away inside her. Just like before, it was a struggle to concentrate and act aloof when her body was still screaming at her for release.
Before Claudia could figure out how to respond to that while still reeling from the fact that she had apparently been so turned on that she just made out with Celeste instead of stopping to wonder why her sister’s friend would initiate a kiss, Sara went on, “Hmm, so what should we do about this? Two phones means so many contacts!”
Who should Sara send a message to?
Their parents, to expose Claudia’s secret lesbian habits?
Sara’s friends, to brag about her accomplishments thus far?
Or Claudia’s friends, to show her new preppy style and why she’s bailing on them tonight?
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