Chapter 1

Becky Young was not a good girl. Not by any stretch of the imagination. She liked drugs. She liked alcohol. She liked sex. She liked anything she shouldn't have.

She was quite beautiful, slim, naturally tan and athletic. Long, straight black hair and deep blue eyes. At 5'1", she wasn't the tallest, but she got by.

Her older sister Jenny wasn't much different. She liked getting high. Getting a little drunk was no new experience for her, nor was getting laid. In fact, she was quite fond of all three. The only difference between the two was that Becky didn't happen to care whether it was dick or pussy, boy or girl. Becky liked both just the same.

At sixteen she had had her first experience with an older boy at a party. It was nothing special, but she had enjoyed it just the same. Only a week later at another party she had her first encounter with the female sex, and again she had found herself quite pleased when it was over. From that point on she was hooked.

Jenny, on the other hand, had stuck to the boys. Not that she hadn't been offered the chance to explore. It was just the girls had always been either a little too close to her or a little weird. She would always remember the time in the girls locker room after cheerleading tryouts when the head cheerleader, a very lovely Amber Redding, had made it very clear that if Jenny wished to be on the squad she would be required to join Amber for a little fun in the shower.

Not that Jenny was a slouch. Like her younger sister, she was slim and athletic. Her red hair was of a most glorious shade, almost blonde really. And like Becky she had the perfect ass and nice, small breasts. The kind no one talks about, but which are just perfect in size and shape. Jenny Young had nothing to be ashamed of in her body.

She had refused, though not because she lacked the interest. Amber Redding was one of the most beautiful girls in the town of Juniper. With her soft features, olive toned skin, her full, round and perky breasts and an ass that just begged to be gently bitten and firmly smacked she was the ideal woman (or girl, depending on your political stance). She even managed to have a wonderful personality and a kind demeanor. It just hadn't seemed right. After all, Jenny was dating Glen at the time. Cheating was wrong, right?

Obviously there is no need to point out the fact that Jenny failed to make the team.

Not that that bothered her. High School was a long time ago. She was now ending her junior year at college. Even Glen was ancient history. That cheating bastard never could keep his dick in his pants. Jenny had no idea why she had let it go on so long. Well, she did have one idea: she simply couldn't stand the idea of being alone.

That was why she was coming home for the summer. That and the fact that her most recent relationship (with a dumb jock named Greg) had ended on a bitter note after she had made the mistake of making his friends her friends. In the end, after the big, blowout fight at Greg's apartment, in front of all their (his) friends, she was left with nothing, but half a bottle of vodka and a handful of vicodins to end the night quickly before she cried herself to sleep.

All that had been only a week and a half ago. She still had come nowhere close to getting over it. Luckily her doctor was a loveable old quack and he'd given her script for more vicodins and some adderall just because she wore a tight, black miniskirt and a two sizes too small matching tank top to his office and she hadn't complained whenever he absentmindedly touched her knee. He was nice, old pervert in his way. Jenny so hated to take advantage of him, but it was better than getting it off the street. At least she knew Dr. Atwood would stop at the touching. Some dealers didn't have quite as much self control.

Becky had been the only one at home when she arrived back home. As usual, their parents were off on a cruise or at the casino or what ever the fuck they were into now, and weren't scheduled to be returning home for another week or more. Jenny was quite happy with this. The parental 's could be such freaks sometimes. She knew they wouldn't be able to leave her alone. For some reason they had felt that Greg was going to be the "one." Even Jenny hadn't been under that delusion.

Becky, on the other hand, would just be glad big sis was finally around to party like old times. Last summer had been such a blast. With any luck this summer could be more of the same.

Imagine Becky's surprise when she found her sister to be a drugged up ball of emotional instability. This was just not right. Jenny was partier, not doper. Jenny knew how to handle herself. Jenny knew how to have a good time without going too far. Jenny did not speed through the day and crash on a painkillers at night. But that's just what Jenny did from the very day she was home.

On Jenny's first day back Becky had noticed that something wasn't right in the world of her beautiful older sister. Jenny smiled, Jenny laughed, but it just wasn't right. It just wasn't Jenny. It was a hollowed version of her usual kind, perky self. Her eyes looked tired and scared. Her smile was forced and behind it Becky could tell Jenny was hiding a lot of pain.

But Becky had let it slide. She knew Jenny would tell her if anything was wrong. Jenny always had before, so why wouldn't she now? After a week, however, Jenny had said nothing to Becky ask her if there were any parties around. There always were in Juniper in the summer, so every night that's they did. Jenny Young quickly became the life of every party in town for any boy lucky enough to run into her and show her even the slightest interest. Fat ones, skinny ones, dumb ones, assholes, scumbags, potheads whoever. Jenny fucked them all as her younger sister shook her in dismay in the background not wanting to intrude on her sisters life, but finding that harder and harder as each night passed and her sister failed to explain this sudden change into vacant slut of the moment.

Finally, Becky couldn't hold in her doubts anymore. She had to confront Jenny on her odd behavior. As much as she hated to but in, she had to. This was sister, after all, and she loved her.

It was a little after four in the morning on a Thursday when Jenny finally stumbled in from a party Becky had deserted hours before due to it's dullness of people and activity. Jenny, however had obviously had a good time judging from her awkward steps and the way her gypsy skirt was tucked into the ass of her panties.

Becky had been waiting up for her in the living room dressed in her usual night time attire (a pair panties and loose t-shirt), but Jenny almost didn't notice her as she blindly stumbled into her room to collapse on the bed. Becky followed her into her room and sat down the edge of Jenny's bed, sitting quietly until Jenny rolled over groggily.

"What do you want?" Jenny asked lazily through her pilled out haze. When Becky just stared forlornly at her she groaned and rolled back over to pass out, but Becky put a gentle, but firm hand on her shoulder to roll back onto her back.

"Jenny", said Becky in quiet, concerned voice, "what's been going on with you lately?"

Again Jenny groaned and tried to roll over, and again Becky's gentle hand stopped her with a question.