Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 22

Sister Submission

Carmelita Campo

The tears wouldn't stop coming. Everything was all so screwed up. I was screwed up. I should have loved fucking Clint's dick. Or at least wanted to do it more than licking my sister's, or another girl's, pussy. I was straight.

I had to be.

My sister stalked off, my cheek stinging from her slap, from the disappointment in her words. Disappointment. She...wanted me to admit I liked licking pussy and hated sucking cock. Clint's cum lingered in my mouth, a salty, bitter taste. His spunk churned my stomach. I wanted to throw-up. And more of his jizz leaked out of my pussy.

My unprotected pussy. I wasn't on birth control. What if he bred me?

At least then I'd prove I was a straight slut. My shoulders shook more. Tears poured down my cheeks as I gasped. My head spun. My stomach growled despite being full of cum and piss and pussy juices. My head throbbed, my ass ached.

Clint stood. He looked down at me, his hard face set. Then he marched off. Lee knelt down beside me. Once, we had been friends, united in picking on the other girls who were beneath us, like Lee's half-sister Alicia.

God, it was hot when that little brat had fisted me.

But then Lee had turned into a freak last year, destroying our friendship. How could I be seen with such a whore? She'd do all sorts of obscene stuff, flashing herself, shaving herself while everyone watched, let us insult her, demean her.

Made me fantasize about forcing her to lick my pussy.

Her arm went around my shoulders. She pulled me close. She was a slave, like me. Clint spanked her like Juana spanked me. He made her drink piss like I drank Juana's. She'd been bound, degraded, humiliated, and she loved it. Why? How?

“It's okay,” Lee whispered.

My arms went around her. I pressed my face into her chest, my entire body shaking. My tears stained her flesh. They flowed out of me. Everything was so confusing, so fucked up. I wasn't a lesbian. My father would disown me. But...

I loved it. I loved pussy so much and I hated cock. Cum. It was so nasty.

“Do you remember how I masturbated before our PE class?” Lee asked, her voice soft. “And shaved my snatch bare?”

I nodded, sniffing.

“Clint made me do it.”

“I know that,” I said. “You're his sex slave.”

“But I didn't fight it,” Lee said. “He doesn't really make me do anything. Or... he does, but only because I let him. Because I want him to make me do humiliating, disgusting things. I want to be his slave, his whore, his cum dumpster. And you... You want to lick pussy.”

“No!” I protested.

“It's so clear.” Lee cupped my face, her fingers brushed the tears spilling down my cheeks.

“It's Juana. She's lying about me!”

“Sure you're not lying about yourself?” Her eyes bored into mine. “I saw you gag when Clint fired his cum into your mouth. You hated it.”

“Cum just doesn't taste good.”

“Not to you.” Lee's beamed. “I love it. It's better than pussy juices or piss for me. My brother's cum is ambrosia to me. Just like your sister's pussy juices is ambrosia to you.” Lee leaned closer, brushing her nose against mine. “I bet you even liked Juana's piss better than Clint's cum.”

Heat caressed my cheeks.

“That's what I thought. So, Carmelita, why don't you want to be happy?”

“My father would kick me out of the house if I were gay.” I stared at Lee. She had to understand why I couldn't be gay. No matter how much I liked pussy. “He'd disown me and be so disappointed in me. He despises lesbianas and maricónes. I can't be one.”

“If he disowns you and kicks you out, you can live here. You and Juana.” Lee gave me such a friendly smile. “Because it's more important for you to be happy by being true to who you are then to live a lie for someone who hates who you are. I acted like a brat for attention, craving to be disciplined, looking for a man to take me in hand. And when I found it, I was so happy. And I think you want the same. All this forcing dykes to lick your pussy... You were looking for they dyke who'd force you to admit who you are.

“And your sister's doing it. With my Master's help. So let them! Or you're going to have a shitty life, Carmelita. Be true to yourself.”

Then she kissed me on the mouth. Not a hot, passionate kiss, but something like a pair of sister's might share. A brush of lips, something loving. I closed my eyes, feeling the heat of her lips as she broke it and scampered off.

True to myself... Was I really a lesbian?

My stomach twisted. Father stood over me, glaring down at his filthy, lesbiana daughter, face burning with rage, fists clenching. And in his eyes dwelled the worst thing ever: disappointment. I bolted for the bathroom, stumbling into it and falling before the toilet.

My stomach heaved as I puked up my shame.

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