Missy Katie's Surrender
Copyright© 2017 by TailWeaver
Chapter 1: Bree Had Been Changed by Her Sister's Submission
Incest Sex Story: Chapter 1: Bree Had Been Changed by Her Sister's Submission - After witnessing part of Katie's sorority initiation (read 'Katie's Initiation' in this same Series), Bree was left with a profound change in how she viewed her older sister. What happens when Katie comes home for a visit? How will their relationship change?
Caution: This Incest Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Mult Teenagers BiSexual Fiction Incest Sister FemaleDom Humiliation Light Bond Spanking Anal Sex Analingus Bestiality Exhibitionism Masturbation Oral Sex Voyeurism Water Sports
Bree & Katie
After witnessing part of Katie’s sorority initiation (read ‘Katie’s Initiation’ in this same Series), Bree was left with a profound change in how she viewed her older sister. What happens when Katie comes home for a visit? How will their relationship change?
Pushing back her damp pixie length blonde hair from her forehead, tucking a wet strand behind her ears, Bree contemplated her reflection. The mirror, covered in steam from the girl’s just completed shower, showed the young girl’s face in an oval cleared of water vapor. Smiling, eager to get to school, she was glad that she had the complexion of a baby, and had little need to anguish over every little imperfection.
Tonight was Robin’s sleepover, and though she had not hung out with her much, Amber and she had been friends forever. Having recently moved to this side of Jackston, Bree was still getting to know the girls at Templeton, though she had a hunch about Amber. She seemed to be the best friend she never really had.
Case in point. Last night, they had talked long into the night, chatting via text long after shutting down the chatroom and crawling into bed. She had told her ‘some’ of what had happened with Katie, her sister, concentrating more on how submissive and obedient she had seemed. The way she had seen Katie behave was so unlike everything she had thought she’d known about her. She just had to talk with someone about it.
B: You should have seen the look in her eyes, I swear, at that moment, I think she would have done anything.
A: No shit, that’s like ... unreal. And she really?? you know...
B: I swear it. She licked me like it was her last meal...
A: Wasn’t it weird? You know ... your sister?
B: Kinda, but, after everything that I had watched, I didn’t really care ... it felt so good
She had not told Amber about Samson, or how it ended with the dog, but she had shared most of the things she had seen, and how the other sorority girls had behaved
A: I wonder if they will still be doing that when we go off to college ... not sure I could do it!
B: I hope so. I plan on it. I will do anything to get to be the one in charge eventually, even if I have to start at the bottom!
A: More than your bottom I think ... giggle
B: Def
B: See you tomorrow ... will be fun ... see how far we can get them to go
A: Ya, I know! ... Cya
(This slumber party was first told by Robin as part of Robin and Jax’s story - Chapter 5 and 6 -- herein lies Bree’s version - it’s the same story - just slight variation in perspective)
School dragged on like it is want to do anytime there was something exciting happening in the evening. Bree joined the three girls over lunch, and they all chatted excitedly about the party that evening. They discussed what sort of things they thought would be fun, and wondering what exactly Robin’s brother was going to get them for food and snacks.
When Robin’s brother showed up after school to carry the girls home, Bree piled into the back seat quickly tossing her small bag onto the floor and eagerly squeezing in with Amber and Cyndi - Robin rode up front with her brother. The girl’s chatter drove the older boy crazy, though he seemed to be contentedly smiling the whole way home, never really engaging any of them in conversation.
Once they got to Robin’s house, a line of girls paraded behind Jax as he led them into the house and crossed over to the large television entertainment room. Couches had been pushed back, a table moved out the way, and two mattresses lay side by side on the floor. Jax turned to his surprised sister, and her friends, stating “I figured you girls would be more happy with a larger space. I have chips and dip and other snacks on the dining room table. I have already ordered pizza in and feel free to order any movie or show you want to watch ... Oh! And there are drinks in the fridge, help yourself. Now I am going to head to my room and get out of your hair.”
Looking around they could see all the stuff he had laid out for them ... even candy. Looking in the refrigerator they found several types of soda, and one other thing ... There were some fruity alcoholic drinks as well. Spotting those, Bree grabbed one... “Ohhhh ... these are really good, and he said our drinks were in the fridge and to help ourselves.” She was not sure how ‘cool’ Robin was with alcohol and stuff, but it sure looked like these were for the girls to use ... and she figured, easier to just take one and see, rather than ‘discuss it’.
As Bree returned with a cooler in her hand, Robin had to come look at the fridge. It was true. Next to the sodas and other chilled treats, there were 12, now 11 coolers, obviously placed there by Jax. Unsure about this, never having really drank alcohol before, she nevertheless nodded - “Oh, of course, Jax is cool ... we always get to have something on the weekend” she said, trying to sound cool in front of her friends.
With a slew of ‘All right’s, and Woo Hoo’s’ the others each grabbed one. Amber handed one to Robin, as the girls moved into the prepared room, and, after organizing their bags briefly, sat down and chatted while they all had a bit of wine cooler to drink ... everyone trying to act all cool and nonchalant.
Bree looked at Amber, nodding, letting her know that anytime would be a good time for their plan to kick in. Amber had told her earlier what she had discovered about their shy little Robin. Turns out, she liked to go commando under her skirt. It was some sort of online dare or something. Bree had suggested that they use that as a way to get Robin, and possibly Cyndi, to go along with everything Bree and Amber came up with. All their discussions about Katie and her initiation had filled the two girls, Bree especially, with lots of ideas and things they wanted to try - they just needed some willing victims, er, participants.
Amber waited a bit, not wanting to be to brash and quick. After a short bit of talking, and a bit of alcoholic courage, Amber stood up. “Don’t know about you guys, but I’m not staying in uniform all night ... not ready for my PJ’s ... but if you don’t mind ... I’m ditching this skirt”. The whole time she was talking, she was unclasping and dropping her skirt to the floor, revealing her slim form, still short of full womanhood. Her pale blue panties fit smooth and tight across her hips.
Bree quickly nodded agreement, standing up, “Yes ... good idea ... let’s all...” and pulling Cyndi up to join her, soon two more skirts were being lowered to the floor. Robin looked stunned, looking now at the smirking face of Amber.
“Come on, Robin ... what’s taking you so long... ?” Amber teased, and Bree added her own encouragement. Cyndi simply watched, smiling shyly ... Whenever it was not Robin being picked on, it was usually Cyndi, she also being rather quiet and easy to badger.
Standing up slowly, Robin sighed and tried to protest “But ... I’m...” But before she could explain, Amber had moved over, and, swifter than it took to form a thought, had loosened Robin’s skirt and pulled it off of her hips.
Robin was bare assed naked. No panties.
As she stood there, naked from the waist down, Robin blustered “I uh ... tried to tell you...” The girls gathered around, teasing and pointing a bit at her, before sitting down and wanting to hear all about why she went to school without any panties on.
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