Chapter 11: Sibling Rivalry

“I heard you invited Tyler over for an orgy tonight,” Hel said and bumped into me as she joined Cin, Jen, and me. My face blushed, as I pushed her back, which caused her to giggle as she slammed into the wall and knocked a ‘Vote for Marcus’ poster down. I stepped on his face, my heel between the picture’s eyes.

“Maybe, who told you?” I said and paused to make sure the dildo didn’t fall out. I need a harness or something to hold it. The excitement of Tyler, and the idea of him, gave me shivers. Fear consumed me, as sweat erupted from my forehead. What the fuck had Jen done? I couldn’t see Tyler tonight, not like this. He wouldn’t understand and hate me. Fuck, how could I get out of this?

“Polly, was Megan really on your stream?” Eliza appeared and asked. Fraternal twin to Megan, shorter, with broader shoulders, she plays on the football team with Hel and Kamran, but as a backup linebacker, Hel thinks she has potential. Her flat, oval face gazed down at me while she frowned.

“Yes, her idea,” I said and stared back at her. While I may not be as strong as her, my healing meant I could last longer in a fight, and Hel would have my back. My fists clenched while I flexed my legs to jump at Eliza. I barely knew her, but she liked to hit first and talk later, if at all. She broke Sasha’s arm on the first day of school for making fun of Megan. A group of Hulks, with Eliza in the middle, stood in the middle of the gym with all the other first years and name-called a group of Deads, with Megan in the middle. Sasha called Megan something especially vile, so Eliza picked him up and tossed him into the top bleachers. The football coach recruited her as she left detention.

“I want to be on stream,” Eliza said. Hel smiled, Jen frowned, and Cin giggled. I didn’t know what to think. My fans love guest appearances, but I didn’t want to get between sisters; besides, I had physics in five minutes. I didn’t know if I would survive whatever Eliza had in mind, especially since I had almost orgasmed multiple times already.

“Tomorrow,” I said and moved to push past her. She stood her ground and stopped me with her hand on my shoulder. I shifted to get ready to punch.

“Now, it needs to be now,” Eliza said, then glanced at my crew. Feet wide, her hand solid on my shoulder, her entire body rigid, ready to fight. With a deep frown and intense eyes, she said, “Please?”

Hel nodded, Jen nodded, and Cin bounced on her toes as her fingers fluttered.

“Fine,” I grabbed her hand to pull her towards the non-smoking bathroom, near the administration wing of the school, as I hate the toxic smell of cigarettes and drugs. The three girls waved goodbye as I shoved my way through the crowd of students.

“Other washroom,” Eliza said and pulled me in the opposite direction. I had no chance to resist the more muscular, better-leveraged girl, as I had worn stupid heels. Instead, I focused on the dildo staying inside and not tripping on my heels as we moved too fast down the hall. Luckily, I had enough control of my kegel muscles to keep the dildo in and enough balance to not trip on my ridiculous heels. Eliza moved like a bull as she pushed a hole through the crowd of students. “Hey!”, “Fuck You!” and “What?” followed us.

We barged into the washroom with a door crash against the wall and then a clang as the door slammed shut. The room still held a hint of iron from my earlier stream. The janitors had done a poor job, as red streaks still showed on the green floor.

“El, what the fuck?” Megan asked with a slur. Her friends stood beside her, glass pipes between their fingers, and Megan had a bag of something brown in her hand. Megan’s eyes grew wide, and then narrowed, as she noticed me at the end of Eliza’s arm.

“What are you doing with Polana?” Megan asked her sister. Eliza pushed past her, into a stall that didn’t have blood in it, and smashed the stall closed. It swung back, and Elize bent the frame as she forced it closed.

“Nothing,” Eliza answered Megan as she bolted the door. Her arm trembled while she smirked and gazed at the blue stall door.

“Bullshit, I want to watch,” Megan yelled.

Eliza’s hands trembled as she pulled off her shirt to expose tiny little breasts that didn’t need a bra. They looked more like guy pecs. Her tiny little nipples grew erect, while her chest turned a dark shade of pink.