Chapter 6

Trixie sat in the church hall basement anxiously watching the clock. Her scout uniform was crisp and clean, ironed nicely, and perfectly presentable. She looked like a proper, innocent young lady. Inside, she was anything but. While she did enjoy her scout troop and the meetings, lately, she couldn’t wait to leave. She was jonesing for some playtime with Blake again, after missing it last week. She had been out of commission due to her stupid female body and had been unable to play. Sure, she could have done some stuff or watched her sister, but it would have driven her crazy not to participate. She’d become addicted to cock and there was only one way to get it.

She sat in her plastic chair listening to the scout leader go on and on about badges to earn, community support activities, and other such things. She was barely paying attention though. Her mind wandered off to several naughty places. Her eyes drifted to the clock once again, hoping it had advanced by an hour, but it had only been a few minutes. It felt like the clock was going backwards!

“Trixie, what do you think about all this?” the large and usually upbeat scout leader asked.

“I ... uh ... I’m not sure, sorry,” Trixie answered, slightly embarrassed and her cheeks were blushing slightly.

“Please pay attention, dear. I expect better from our top cookie seller,” reprimanded the leader. Still embarrassed, Trixie looked at her feet and then at the hem of her skirt. It was perfectly pleated and came just below her knee while sitting. Little did anyone else know that their sweet, innocent Trixie decided not to wear anything underneath it today. Well, she did have something down there, just not panties. She could feel the cool air of the air-conditioned basement creep up her legs and tease her wet aching pussy. She tried to concentrate and pay attention, not wanting to get in trouble again, but her mind kept wandering between her legs.

“Trixie are you ok?” her friend whispered from the next chair.

“Yeah, I guess I’m just distracted today. Plus, this is pretty boring, Jugs,” Trixie replied to her friend.

Trixie and Jugs, or Kristin, as her parents called her, had been friends for most of their lives. The two girls always traveled on the outskirts of the rest of the popular girls. They were mostly outcasts due to their nerdy activities and Trixie’s goodie-goodness. It was Kristin who got Trixie into scouting in the first place, thinking it would be a chance to camp and have fun together. That was all well and good when they were ten, but they’d grown up since then and it had lost some of its luster. It also didn’t help that it was incredibly uncool to continue scouting well into high school.

Kristin was the only reason Trixie agreed to stay in the troop, knowing it was social suicide. Her parents and sister used that angle to convince her to stay, not wanting to abandon her friend there all alone. Kristin wouldn’t quit, so Trixie had to stay too. She wouldn’t want to leave her friend behind, would she? It was a manipulation her parents used to keep her from turning into her sister.

Kristen got the unfortunate nickname of Jugs for two reasons. The first was the pair of very thick “Coke bottle” glasses she had to wear. The other was that she had developed earlier than any of the other girls. She was teased and made fun of by boys and girls alike for years. Her chest was quite large now, a solid D cup on her moderate frame. It should have made her a boy magnet, but her glasses and frizzy black hair seemed to repel everyone. At first, Trixie didn’t like calling her that, but Kristin insisted, saying it would help take the sting out of it if it came from her friend. Trixie didn’t know if that was true but honored her friend’s wishes.

Trixie looked back at the clock. There were still thirty minutes left, and she was dying inside. Why can’t she just get out of here already? At that moment, like an act of God, the fire alarm sounded. Everyone collected their things and evacuated the building. Once the headcount was done, the leader decided to simply send everyone home while she waited for the fire department to arrive. It was likely someone smoking again in the Bingo Hall upstairs, that caused it.

“Hey Trix, I can drive you home if you’d like. I’ve got my parent’s car tonight,” Jugs suggested as she dangled the keys in her face.

“Oh great, thanks,” Trixie said and followed her to the parking lot. They got in the car and headed out.

“Trix, I’ve got to ask. What’s going on with you lately? You’ve seemed different, but I can’t put my finger on it.”

Trixie stayed quiet. She didn’t quite know what to say. She would always tell Jugs everything, all her hopes, dreams, and fears. This was the one thing she hadn’t shared, and it was a big thing. Jugs was a virgin like she had been. She knew she was interested in sex; they’d discussed it many times but couldn’t get a boy actually interested in her. How could you tell your best friend you were now sexually active with an older man, and sharing him with your sister? How to even explain the toys, ropes, and roleplay she’d done to this point. That at this very moment, she wasn’t even wearing panties and had a small plug in her butt. It would be too much, and she might think differently of her.

“I’ve just been distracted lately, I’m sorry. With the new laptop and my sister being home for the summer, things have been wild,” Trixie tried to explain but even she didn’t sound convinced.

“I’ve known you too long for that load of horse poop, Trix. Spill it! You don’t complain about your sister anymore and you’re always fidgeting. Do you have a boyfriend or something?”

“No, it’s not like that. I’d tell you if I was seeing someone, you know that,” Trixie said, not exactly lying. She was merely bending the truth, since she wasn’t dating Blake, just screwing him. They pulled onto Trixie’s Street, and she thought about telling Jugs to let her out at Blake’s place, but that would lead to more questions. She just let her friend drop her off at home and told her everything was fine. The two girls departed with Jugs backing out of the driveway and driving off. Trixie had pretended to enter the house but instead, when the coast was clear, ran down the road towards Blake’s place where she suspected Felicia already was.

Trixie ran down the road and got to Blake’s door in record time. Her uniform was still neatly in place, and her skirt flowed down her legs. She knew she didn’t have to knock and just let herself in with the key Blake now left under a flower pot in the yard. He’d reasoned that, at this point, the girls just let themselves in any way, so he might as well make it easy for them. In her excitement, Trixie didn’t see a car watching her from up the road.

Trixie entered the living room to find her sister buck naked, in a large dog cage with a collar around her neck. It looked like she had a white tail somehow, which confused the girl, and Blake was spraying her with a water bottle.

“Uh ... wow! This has to be the weirdest thing I’ve ever seen,” a stunned Trixie said.

“Oh, hi Trixie. We were just trying something new. I don’t know if it’s working for me,” Blake said, standing up and walking over to greet her. He was completely naked, except for a belt with various dog toys on it.

“Yeah, I’m on the same page. The cage is fun but the rest ... I don’t know, seems a bit much,” Felicia said, letting herself out. Trixie could see the tail was coming out of her sister’s ass. She wondered if it was a butt plug like she’d been given before. The answer came when her sister pulled it out and placed it on the table.

“Where do you ever get this stuff?” Trixie asked, looking at all the dog paraphernalia.

“I used to have a dog. My ex actually made me get rid of it because of her allergies, and I still had most of this stuff in storage. What’s my favorite little sexy scout doing back so early?” Blake asked after looking at the clock.

“Fire alarm.”

“Bingo Hall?” Both Blake and Felicia asked in tandem.

“Bingo Hall. Jugs gave me a ride home and I booked it over here to find ... whatever the fuck that was,” as Trixie motioned towards the tail, cage, and squirt bottle.

“I saw it online and thought it might be a fun roleplay ... it was not,” Blake answered, taking off the belt.

“You weren’t the one on your knees the whole time,” Felicia cut in.

“I thought you’d be used to that by now,” Trixie shot back in jest. Blake had a good laugh while Felicia just stuck her tongue out at her. “At least there wasn’t a real dog involved ... right?”

“No, there wasn’t a real dog involved. What kind of girl do you think I am?” the older girl asked, slightly offended.

“You’re a slut, sis, and I’m one too. Now, I think I’d want to see you fucked by a dog,” the scout said with a grin.

“Me too,” replied Blake.

“No fucking way! I’ve got to draw a line somewhere. Roleplay is one thing but no real animals ... ever!” Felicia said, stamping her foot down. Blake figured it was best to move on.

“So, since that was a bust and Trixie is here now, what do we want to do?” Blake asked, not really having a plan.

“I want you so badly! Please fuck me, Blake?” Trixie asked, lifting up her skirt to show her lack of underwear.

“Hey, get in line. I was here first, pipsqueak!”

“Now girls, you know I’ll get to both of you tonight. Trixie, I’m going to do your sister first. It’s only fair,” Blake interjected, as he attempted to stop a fight before it began. Fucking two sisters was hot, but it could have its challenges.

“Fine, but you’d better give me something good,” Trixie said, before slumping down on the couch to sulk.

“Yay! I’m first!” Felicia said, bouncing up and down like a small child. She ran over and kissed him, her hands reaching for his cock while she lay down on the couch next to her sister, attempting to pull him down on top of her.

“Oh no, I think you should ride me. Climb on, but don’t put it in yet,” Blake said as he lay down on the couch. His head rested up against Trixie’s leg. Felicia got into position, with Blake’s cock standing just in front of her wet pussy. She wondered why she had to delay because she really wanted him inside her.

“Trixie, would you mind giving me a hand ... or a mouth for a minute?” Blake asked, not wanting to exclude the girl entirely. He also was getting turned on looking at her in her scout uniform. There was just something so arousing about how neat and tidy she looked in it. He was looking forward to befouling it in a little while.

Trixie knew what he wanted and teasingly climbed over him to get to his cock. She was on her knees on top of the older man, her skirt dangling over his face. As she bent down, her face was very close to her sister’s very aroused snatch. She could smell the scent of lust dripping from her big sis. She opened her mouth and took his rod as deep as she could. There was something strangely powerful about both being subservient to a man, while also having complete control over him. She could bite down at any moment and he’d be lesser for it, but she would never do that. She made sure to get his cock good and wet, so it would slide easily inside her sister.

Satisfied with her work, Trixie removed her mouth and held the saliva-covered cock upright while her sister positioned herself above it. They both worked together to line it up before Felicia impaled herself by slamming down hard Trixie’s hand actually was stuck between the bottom of Blake’s shaft and her sister’s pussy for a few seconds before Felicia raised up for another stroke.