Sarah's Discoveries
Copyright© 2026 by DangerMouse
Chapter 2: Sarah Cum Laude (Sarah Comes Loudly) - Part II
Incest Sex Story: Chapter 2: Sarah Cum Laude (Sarah Comes Loudly) - Part II - Sarah (and then one of Sarah's friends) are introduced to a variety of pleasures by Sarah's older brother and one of his friends. It was originally split into four "books" but I have combined them here. This is one of my favorite stories that I got from the early internet (probably even before the web existed in the wild). I couldn't find it online when I looked so I thought I would share it here for others to enjoy. If this is your story, please let me know and I can take it down.
Caution: This Incest Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/ft ft/ft Consensual Drunk/Drugged Lesbian Heterosexual Vignettes Incest Brother Sister Light Bond Group Sex Anal Sex Double Penetration Exhibitionism First Masturbation Oral Sex Voyeurism Public Sex
Sarah awoke the next morning, finding herself alone in the soft bed. The room was hot, stifling even, so she threw off the covers and stretched out, first one arm and then the other, while letting out a huge yawn. After blinking at the ceiling a few times and rubbing the sleep out of her eyes, she threw a glance at the alarm clock on her brother’s nightstand. 10:00 am. Man, did they really get up and out of bed at that hour on a Sunday in college?
Just then, the door flew open and Shannon barged in. Sarah shrieked and pulled the covers up to cover her naked body.
“Oh! Sorry!” Shannon’s grin belied the sincerity of the apology.
“I hope you got a good look, because that’s all you get!” replied Sarah in mock anger.
“That’s what you think. Up and at ‘em! We need to get you ready, little girl.”
“Ready?”
“Yup. Just wrap a towel around you and come to the girls’ room. We’re all ready for you.”
“We all?”
“Oh, just hurry!”
Shannon made an about face and disappeared down the hall.
Bemused, Sarah grabbed her towel and wrapped it around her like a fluffy mini-dress. The hallway was deserted and the lounge likewise, except for some guy in a flannel and baseball cap sleeping it off on one of the couches. Someone had doodled on him overnight to make his face look like that of a cat’s, with black whiskers, fangs inked onto his lips and little dots around the nose. Stifling a giggle, she slipped into the bathroom.
As soon as she entered, the door was slammed shut behind her, and a strong hand yanked her towel. She spun once before her fluffy mini- dress was undone and hanging from Shawna’s hand. The black girl’s white teeth lit the room in stark contrast to her ebony skin as she grinned.
“Eek!”
The older girls laughed. In the room were Shannon, Sheryl and Shawna, the Terrible Triple S’s, as well as a fourth girl. She was the busty redhead (brightly dyed), on whom David and Rob had worked their magic the night before.
“Hi! I’m Dianne!” Bubbly and dimply, the shortish girl introduced herself while taking Sarah by the shoulders and sitting her down in a chair that had been placed in the middle of the bathroom. It was reminiscent of the chairs they use in hair salons.
“Sarah, have you ever worn contacts?” Shannon looked at her, holding a little white contact lens container with two nodes, respectively marked R and L.
“Contacts? Um ... not really. I guess I’ve worn colored ones a couple of times for costumes. Why?”
“Well, we’ve got these special ones we want you to wear today. Wanna try them out?”
“Um ... ok...” Sarah was a little confused but acquiesced.
The contacts were very dark. She inspected them closely and suspiciously before trying one. Predictably enough, once it covered her pupil she realized that she couldn’t see through it at all.
“Hey! I can’t see anything through this!”
“Good. Then it’s working as it should.”
“What?”
“A little more subtle than a blindfold, don’t you think?” The redhead smiled at Sarah’s left eye, the one she could still see with. “The plan is that you wear them all day so you get used to them.”
“All day!?”
“We’ll be with you all the time, making sure nothing bad happens.” She shrugged. “It’s best you get used to them gradually, so you’re ready for tonight.”
Sarah eyed Shannon suspiciously, wondering what tonight’s activities were going to entail, but then shrugged and put in the other contact. The total darkness was unsettling, but she trusted Shannon.
Strong hands gripped under her upper arms, helping her up to a standing position. The sound of a belt being unbuckled echoed in the bathroom, followed by the soft sounds of cloth falling to the floor. Sarah shivered in anticipation. She was led into the shower.
The temperature and water dial squeaked as it was turned. There was a brief pause and then it was Sarah’s turn to squeak as the cold water hit her right in the chest. Her nipples crinkled and stood rigidly at attention.
“It’ll get hot in a second. Just hold on,” said Dianne’s voice.
And gradually, the water left the realm of icy, meandered through chilly, tepid and warmish to finally settle on hot. Steamy, but not scalding. Sarah let it wash across her naked body.
Pairs of hands, slippery with soap, rubbed her body, covering her in bubbly suds. Someone stepped into the water stream, blocking it so the suds weren’t washed away too early. Her breasts and crotch received a little extra attention, but she decided she was ok with that. In fact, it was better than ok. She was just beginning to moan a little and rub her slippery ass against the person behind her when the stream of water once again struck her in the chest. Obviously, the blocker had moved and the hands were now busy rotating her and posing her to make sure all the soap was rinsed off. The whole process was done in silence, save the soft hissing of the shower.
Gently, her body was toweled off before it was guided back into the main of the bathroom and then pressed into the chair. After the steamy shower, the air in the bathroom felt cool. Nipples relaxed by the warm water firmed back up.
The chair was on wheels and reclineable. It shifted beneath her under the guidance of the older girls, the wheels clacking as they rumbled over the grooves between the floor tiles. Once it stopped, hands grabbed her hair and pulled it back. The sound of rushing water echoed through the bathroom.
As someone began to shampoo her hair, her legs were pulled up to be hooked over the armrests on her chair, leaving her splayed wide open. These girls don’t waste any time! All that happened was nothing, and the wait was very frustrating.
Suddenly, there was a click, immediately followed by a whirring noise. Sarah thought of her vibrator at home, but when she felt the touch, it was obvious right away that it was something else. She felt metal slide across her pubic area, cool against her soft skin. Was it an electric razor? Better not move, she thought and lay quite still. If it really were an electric razor, it apparently wasn’t enough, as the buzzing apparatus abruptly shut off and was replaced by the ‘whoosh’ of the application of something foamy on her pubic area. The unmistakable scraping of a regular razor followed.
While Sarah did her best impression of the most immovable thing you could possibly think of, the girl shampooing her hair went seriously to work, working up a thick lather by means of a vigorous headrub. It felt wonderful and was very relaxing. It just didn’t last nearly long enough. Before long, her hair was being rinsed and blow-dried. The whine of the drier echoed through the large bathroom. Down below, her pussy was toweled off and powdered. She wished she could take the contacts out for a peek.
Distraction came quickly, however, when a kiss was placed right on the lips of her pussy, followed by the swipe of a tongue.
“I love eating bare pussy,” said ... Dianne? Sheryl? She wasn’t sure. Whoever; the owner of the tongue was skilled and it didn’t take long before Sarah was grinding her hips against the talented mouth. And then it stopped, just as suddenly. She groaned in frustration.
“She’s primed enough, don’t you girls agree?” Shannon’s voice echoed in the girls’ room. Peals of laughter replied. They were followed by the click-whirr of a camera, and then another.
“Hey!” exclaimed Sarah. She pulled her legs together posthaste and stood up. Then she teetered as she realized that she had no idea where to go, much less which way was up. Hands quickly steadied her.
“We’ll show you the pictures afterwards, sweetheart,” sounded Shannon’s voice from the darkness. “But we are planning on documenting your whole day so you have something to remember us by.” Another camera whirr punctuated the statement.
Sarah wasn’t given an opportunity to argue. Suddenly she was being dressed, surrounded by helpful, if a bit groping, hands. Her body was posed and adjusted as the girls tried different things, treating the high schooler like a Barbie doll. Hopefully Ken wouldn’t walk in just then.
When the dust settled, however, the result turned out to be quite minimalistic, bordering on naked; a skin-tight miniskirt through which the lack of panty lines would be embarrassingly obvious and a bikini top whose knot behind the neck seemed to have a penchant for untangling. With support, her feet were guided into a pair of high heels which seemed really impractical for a blind person. However, with a little practice, she managed at least to stay balanced on them, especially when walking arm-in-arm with the other girls.
Next, makeup was applied. Soft lipstick painted her lips and mascara was applied to her eyelids. She hoped they didn’t go overboard. Too much makeup looked cheap, she thought. But the application seemed light. A soft brush powdered her face and chest and then they were done.
“You look like our little hooker!” exclaimed Shawna. “We should go pimp you out!”
“We still might,” commented Dianne.
Sarah just shivered with excitement, wondering what the day had in store for her.
Twenty minutes later, the four girls were outside among the dorms, walking and chatting cheerfully. Sarah was unsure as to how many people were around or how any of her comrades looked. Did she stick out the way she was dressed? Did anyone see her? What would happen?
The weather was cooler than the day before, and Sarah felt underdressed. The slight breeze would send cold shocks through her every time it flitted up under her skirt to tickle her bare pussy. She knew from experience that her nipples were proudly pointing the way, in case anyone was wondering. She clutched the arms of Sheryl (?) and Dianne (?) as they walked.
Sarah had never been blinded for such a long time, and she found her other senses coming alive in ways they never had before as she strained to understand her surroundings as best she could. The clack- clack of their shoes told her that she was not the only one who was wearing heels. Hopefully that meant that her compatriots were dressed similarly to her, dispelling an earlier image of the rest of the girls in old jeans and roomy sweatshirts while parading her half naked around campus.
New smells tickled her nostrils. Someone was microwaving popcorn somewhere. They passed a garbage container. And now she was pretty sure she smelled the tangy smell of pot. Maybe she should start working for Campus Safety. She could be their drug dog. When she giggled at the thought, the girls made her explain. They were all laughing when someone approached them.
“Heyya Shannon. Who’s the new girl?” The voice was strongly masculine, with a dash of southern twang. It sounded like it came from a ways above her, but given her diminutive stature, it really didn’t tell her much. There was a jovial and friendly tone to it.
“She looks a bit young, even for freshman.”
“Stan!” exclaimed Shannon. “Just the cock I was looking for!” Sarah stood, confused, but the other girls broke into chortles.
“I see. And in what way may I offer my fine services to you beautiful ladies this beautiful morning? Remember, I give group discounts!”
“Yeah, you wish you could take us all on, Holmes. You wouldn’t survive past noon with this girl, you know what I’m sayin’. Word!” Shawna fell into a mock Ebonics dialect, in stark contrast to the fairly plain northeastern dialect she normally wore. There was more laughter, and this time even Sarah joined in.
“Ah, so the poor girl does make noise. What’s your name, sweetheart?” Stan put emphasis on ‘your’.
“Um ... Sarah. I’m visiting my brother for the weekend.”
“Well, Um ... Sarah, nice to meet you. You are a beautiful girl.”
Sarah felt her flush spreading violently across her face, and she wished she could see what he looked like.
“She’s co-spawn to David. Very agreeable girl, really,” volunteered Shannon.
“I see. She’s of good stock then. And to me, certainly a much more attractive package than her brother. I must admit to some bias, however. Breasts do it for me in ways that balls never will.” There was a pause. “She does seem to have some issues with focus though.”
“She’s wearing contacts.”
“Ah, of course.” Obviously Stan knew exactly what Shannon was talking about. “Too bad. Now she can’t lose herself in my handsomely chiseled face and deep, blue eyes.”
“Don’t listen to him, Sarah,” interrupted Dianne. “He’s a hideous troll!”
There was more laughing. Sarah found that she was beginning to pick out a slight accent in Dianne’s speech, a tendency to pronounce ‘i’ sounds as ‘eh’ so it sounded like she said lesten and hedeous. She’d have to ask later where she was from. The little things you notice when you have to rely on hearing.
“So you’ll be at the festivities tonight?” Shannon sounded hopeful.
“Now that I’ve seen what the main attraction looks like, wild horses couldn’t drag me away.”
“How about a sample right now?”
Sarah started. Here? Now? Where everyone could see?
“I think that would be juuust fantastic!” He dragged out the just.
Hands pressed firmly on Sarah’s shoulders, urging her down on her knees. Once there, her arms were pulled around to her back, her wrists touching right behind her ass. They pulled so her back was arched a little, pushing her tits out in front of her. A quick tug released the knot behind her neck, freeing her bikini top to fall down to around her waist. Now she was topless with no idea who might be watching. She was terribly excited.
For a short while, there was nothing, and then a hand was placed on the back of her head, pulling her forwards. It was gentle, but insistent. She was unsure, but it seemed to big to be one of the girls’. Suddenly, she felt soft skin against her lips. It was warm and the flesh beneath it was rigid. Parting her lips, she let Stan push his cock into her mouth.
He was thick! Genuine effort proved necessary to envelop his member. The insistent hand held her in place as she was slowly impaled. It was eerie, not being able to see and having to rely on the other senses. She could smell his masculine odor; not bad, but masculine. The cock was smooth, soft yet firm, and tasted clean. The cool breeze across her bare nipples sent a shiver through her body.
A certain apprehension set in as she realized that she had no control over this at all, the way her arms were restrained and her vision impaired. The hand on the back of her head never gave way, and the firm member pressed deeper and deeper. She managed to breathe through her nose, but couldn’t hold back a cough when the large cock bumped against the back of her throat. Thankfully, he pulled back right away, letting her regain control over airways.
Her reprieve was short, however, before the saliva-covered cock was sliding back in, pressing her lips open. Once again it made its way all the way back, and once again she coughed. It was getting easier, but slowly. On the third stroke she had a better sense of what to expect. She mostly managed to control herself, only a slight lurch giving her away. Subsequent times became easier and easier as she grew accustomed to the intrusion. It was lucky her gag reflex wasn’t too strong.
But Stan was getting more and more excited, and as she showed signs of not being too bothered by the depth, he began to press harder against her each time he bottomed out, as if he wanted to go further.
“Stan, not all girls are born with the deep throating gene, you know,” chided Shannon. “And if she is to learn, she’d probably be better off starting with someone of lesser girth, don’t you think?”
“I like to probe the depths of all possibilities.”
“I’m sure you say that about all the girls.”
Stan was breathing heavily and had brought his other hand up so that they were both guiding Sarah’s head. She was starting to smell a little sweat. Hers or his? She wasn’t sure. The fucking was in earnest, and the cock was bumping against her throat with more force with each stroke. The taste of precum was on him. He tasted all man.
One of the girls reached around her from behind and began to play with her tits. A small shock shot darted across Sarah’s skin every time one of her nipples was tweaked.
“Oh! Oh!” she heard. “Almost there!” The cock in her mouth was beginning to swell, if that were possible.
“Paint her tits!” She thought it was Sheryl.
Suddenly, the cock was yanked out of her mouth, leaving her gasping for breath. Then something warm and sticky splashed against her boobs. Spurt followed spurt, some high on her chest and some right onto her creamy globes. She felt his seed slide into her cleavage and slowly down the curves of her full tits, leaving wet trails made cool by the breeze. The cock was once again pressed against her lips, softening as she sucked the last of his come from the tip. When he withdrew, it slipped from her lips with a soft pop.
“Sucks good, she does. The force is strong in this one,” said Stan, accompanied by a zip as he closed his fly.
“Thanks, master Yoda,” replied Dianne, her voice dripping with sarcasm.
“Well, go to study meeting I must. Tonight see you I will.” Sarah heard something that sounded like a punch, followed by a grunt. “The death of me you girls will be.”
Then she heard soft footsteps as he walked away, wearing sneakers, she guessed. Someone grabbed the ties for her top and carefully maneuvered her tits back into the cups before tying them off behind her neck. Stan’s come was still there, growing cooler against her skin.
“As you were, little soldier,” said Shannon.
“He seemed nice,” said Sarah. “I wish I’d seen what he looks like.”
“You were busy, so you probably didn’t notice, but I secured some photos. Tomorrow you’ll be able to see what a monster you dealt with.”
“He couldn’t have been that bad, could he?” The other girls giggled.
Sarah frowned, but then was taken by the arms and near carried forward. She got back into step and tried to follow their conversation while doing her best to understand her surroundings without sight. What time was it? Odd how it didn’t seem to matter as much when there was no difference between night and day. All she knew was that her pussy was soaking, and she still hadn’t gotten any relief.
The girls kept chatting as if there was nothing odd going on, like they were just out on a walk. Sarah was acutely aware of the come sliding down between her tits. A lot of it was caught in the cups of her top, but she could feel the coldness of at least one streak that was sliding down her stomach. Had anyone noticed? Were people staring at her as she walked by? Though her hands were free now, she didn’t have anything to wipe it off with. She was about to rub it into her skin with her hands, when she was caught around the wrists.
“No no, today it’s your badge of honor. No rubbing away until we say so.” Shannon was stern. Sarah’s hands immediately dropped when Shannon let go.
The next thing Sarah had inflicted on her was nothing less than ... lunch! Dragged into one of the campus cafeterias, she was led to a table and made to sit down.
“You wait here. We’ll get you some stuff to eat.”
“Could I have a burger or something?”
“We’ll see what looks good. You just wait here.”
Sarah realized that she’d been left alone. The din of the other diners was loud in her ears, and that reheated industrial food scent that seems to pervade every cafeteria on the planet filled her nostrils. She strained her ears for the sound of her friends’ return. The darkness turned seconds to minutes and minutes to hours.
Just as she was tiring of trying to sort out all the sounds and smells and just letting everything blend together into a muddy amalgamation of sensation, she was shocked out of it by the sound of a tray rattling onto the table in front of her.
“We’re back; dig in!”
“What is it?”
“You tell us.”
Sarah was so suspicious. She couldn’t help but suspect that the mischievous college girls had done all sorts of strange things to her food and drink. But she was starving! There really was no choice.
Reaching out gingerly, she tried to identify what the girls had brought her. She found the edge of the tray and walked her fingers around it slowly until she found a plate. Trailing her finger slowly along its edge, she stopped suddenly when it slipped into something cold, wet and sticky. Keeping her suspicions in check, she lifted it, first to her nose and then to her lips, and tasted it with her tongue. She was relieved to discover it was just catsup. A little careful probing found her ridged french fries to dip in it. She breathed out.
Continuing around the tray, she found another plate on which sat something doughy with seeds on top. They did get her a burger! Continued examination of the tray revealed a glass which, after careful tasting, seemed filled with some relatively harmless cola product. She wasn’t sure where the trap was, but so far things seemed alright.
Carefully, she got her fingers around the burger and lifted it to her mouth. The first bite was heavenly. A bacon cheeseburger, she thought, with a strong barbeque flavor. She didn’t know if were her enhanced senses or just that she was really hungry, but the flavor and texture as it filled her mouth seemed out of this world.
She dug in, ravenous. Almost at once, she felt something wet plop onto her right boob. Oh no! The sauce was dripping! It was really warm against her skin. Around her, she heard giggles and chortles.
She attempted to hold the burger with one hand while collecting the overflow. However, as soon as she did, more sauce slid off the overloaded burger and splashed against her chest. She could feel the gooey liquid slide down, following much the same paths that Stan’s come had followed some minutes earlier. Testing with her fingers, she found that the lower half of the bun was so soaked with sauce it had just given away.
“You’re so hot even the burger can’t keep from coming all over you, Sarah!”
“Yeah, baby, rub it into your skin! Take my seed!”
“You should have taken it in your mouth, Sarah. I bet burger-come tastes a lot better than man-come!”
Heckles sounded from around the table. Sarah just knew she was beet red all over. But, as she tried to put her burger down to grab a napkin, she heard Shannon’s voice:
“Finish your burger!” The voice was harder than she had ever heard it, and she stopped immediately. “We’ll take care of the spills afterwards.”
She stopped, considered and then grudgingly resumed her eating. Every so often, she felt new splashes against her boobs, but it seemed most of the sauce had already found its way down. Who was watching? Her hunger hardly outweighed the discomfort of sitting in public with barbeque sauce all over her boobs, but she was in the girls’ power. She finished and smacked her lips.
“Can I clean it off now?”
“No. Now hold on a minute.” Shannon’s voice was distracted. “Ah. There she is. Melody!”
“Shannon! How are you?” The voice was deep for a girl’s, but decidedly feminine.
“I’m good. Say, are those two pale-faced frosh your new pledges?”
“Pale-faced? I suppose they’ve been through a lot lately. Maybe I’m getting too hard in my old age.”
“Probably. Think they’re up for a clean-up task?”
“I suppose so. Still another two days of pledge week.”
Someone took Sarah’s hands and pulled them back until they were touching each other behind her chair and held them there. She was beginning to expect it at this point. And then the knot holding her top attached behind her neck was loosened. The thin cloth fell forward, and with the help of a tug from someone her full tits were in full view.
“Oh my god,” she thought. “We’re in the middle of the cafeteria!” She wriggled, but her arms were held tightly.
“Oh my, that is a mess,” commented the deep voice. “Seems like a fitting assignment. Come here, girls!” Sarah heard the quiet sounds of people shifting around.
She yelped when her chair was flipped backwards and pulled away from the table. It wasn’t long before her feet were back on the floor, but she felt very exposed.
“Ok, girls. Hands behind your backs! Down on your knees and clean this poor girl up!”
Sarah heard shuffling on the floor in front of her and then two bodies pressing against hers, one from either side. She sensed hesitation, and then jumped as two tongues pressed against her, one at each breast. They were wet and soft, scooping up the barbeque sauce a little bit at a time. In the process, they often flicked near or across her sensitive nipples, which were standing firmly at attention, or up and down the sensitive skin on her tits, sending shivers racing along her spine. She wondered if they could taste Stan’s come under all the sauce.
She quivered as the pledges did their duty and moaned as their wet tongues slid along her soft skin. A shiver raced across her chest as the cool air chilled the saliva on her chest. Goosebumps arose, sending a tingly feeling through her body. Rock hard, her nipples strained upward.
She was trying to will them to move down, to lick her thighs, her cunt, anything, so she could get off. However, all she got was a long build-up, a merciless tease that ended when her chest was clean, but left her itching for more. She could feel a drop of her juices sliding lazily down the inside of her left thigh.
“Well, Sarah, it’s about time we got you ready for today’s festivities, now that you’re fed and cleaned up.” Shannon’s voice came from close by, right next to her ear. The two freshmen had been ordered off almost immediately by Melody, though they were first made to give Sarah a goodnight kiss each. She had tasted the barbeque sauce.
The girls grabbed her arms and pointed her to the door. She walked, wondering what they had in store for her.
They led her into the girls’ bathroom back at the dorms. At least she assumed that’s what it was. It echoed like a bathroom, anyway. Wasting no time, the girls quickly had her skirt unzipped and her top untied, leaving her naked except for the heels.
“You will be a slave tonight,” explained Shannon. “Emperor Sirius’s captured slave from the lands in the north. Due to your ... condition, you are useless as a serving girl or dancer, so you will provide entertainment in other ways. The Emperor and his friends are very eager to meet you.”
“Emperor Sirius?”
“Don’t ask.”
Sarah shivered with excitement as the girls pulled her back into the chair they had used earlier. Someone took her hair and began to braid it out of her face, in two thin weaves that wrapped around her head to be merged into a tail behind her head. It was like a built-in crown or circlet. At the same time, she felt makeup being applied. Her face and chest were powdered and lipstick applied. Eye shadow followed, but it felt like a very light application. Finally, a long, sleeveless top was slipped over her head. It was so thin it felt like it was made of gauze or just a thickening of the air around her body. A belt cinched into place around her waist, turning the lightweight top into a flimsy mini-dress. Almost medieval, Sarah thought.
What came next surprised her, as a leather chocker was attached around her neck. She heard a tingling noise as it was attached, and she could reproduce the sound by moving her head. Likewise, leather straps were strapped around her ankles and bracelets around her wrists. Then her wrists were pulled back and the bracelets fiddled with. When the person holding her arms let go, she found that they were still connected and that she could produce a tingling noise like from her choker by shaking her hands.
She more felt than heard the presence to her right, but Shannon’s whispers into her ears were clear as bell.
“Ready for your last surprise?”
Sarah gulped.
“You’re not only blind. You’re deaf. Remember that we will be watching you and keeping you safe.”
Shannon kissed Sarah deeply on the mouth before pushing something into her left ear. Sarah realized that she was unable to hear anything through it.
“Your safeword is ‘modern major general’. Scream it out if you want everything to stop.” And then the second earplug was pushed in, and Sarah’s senses were down to only touch, taste and smells. The sudden stillness made the dark seem all the darker.
For a short while, all was still. Had they left? Was she alone? She turned her head as if it would allow her to sense better, but all was still. She waited.
Suddenly, making her jump, something was attached to her choker. The she felt a light tug. Carefully, she stood up, wobbling in her heels. It occurred to her that modern high heels seemed terribly incongruous for what seemed like some sort of Roman or medieval fantasy. Not that it mattered, she supposed. She was yanked out of her musings by a sharp tug on the collar.
Stepping forward, she advanced with care. This time, no one was supporting her. She was unsteady, but kept her balance. All she could do was trust that the others were there to catch her. No choice but to trust.