Abigail and Moira
Copyright© 2012 by John D
Chapter 8
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 8 - Abi pursues her acting dream but is taunted by her sister and takes revenge in the nastiest way possible, while her ex-boyfriend pleads for another chance and poor Alistair has a most embarrassing problem. (Please note the heavy Scottish language and accent throughout that may impact on readability for non-UK people)
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Coercion Heterosexual Humiliation First Oral Sex Petting Prostitution
"You clatty cow," Moira cried out as she burst into the room. Quentin stared at her and she pushed him off her sister, laying out in her bed. "Yer a clatty bitch. 'E's mine."
"Then fuck him," Abigail replied. "Yer just a frigid witch. Yer fuck things up for everyone." Moira grabbed Abigail's throat, and the younger girl kicked her sister away from her. "He just liked me better."
"No," Quentin muttered but neither sister was listening.
"'Cause I ain't fat like you." Abigail laughed at her, and wiped her hand on her loins before reaching up and smearing it over her sister's tearful face. "Taste him!" Moira pulled back, clenched her hand into a fist and smacked her sister in the eye as hard as she could.
Abigail cried out and she tripped over Quentin on the floor before looking at her sister. "I'll kill ya," Moira warned and turned her attentions to Quentin. Abigail pulled her clothes from the floor and frantically put her underwear, jeans and T-Shirt on as Moira screamed at her beau.
"Stop it!" Abigail cried, but Moira continued to rain blows down on her partner, telling him that they were finished. She turned to Abigail and grabbed hold of her hair, throwing her against the wall. Abigail managed to get her hands out, but still hit the wallpaper with a sickening crunch.
She turned around and faced her sister. "This was for getting me sacked," she yelled at her. "Hurts, doesn't it?"
Moira wiped her eyes. "Ahh 'ate you." She looked down at Quentin and stared at him. "Ah 'ate you too."
Abigail shrugged and picked up her shoes, slamming the door to the shared bedroom as she went. She didn't want to be around Moira, and her Quentin any longer and she had certainly not intended to be caught by her sister during the act. She had hoped to cause confusion with Quentin – so that he came to demand sex from Moira, not cause conflict between Moira and herself.
Abigail had always found it hard to deal with her sister; Moira disliked her – as did her elder brother Graeme – and whenever she saw either of them there was a tension and angry dislike. It was a little irrational, but it Moira clearly felt the same, and although Abigail regretted the way she had used spiteful language against her, it clearly wasn't the worst thing that she had done that day.
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