Chapter 511: Sisters

When we got home, I found that Rosie got sent to a bedroom with nothing but a single bed, lamp, clock, and bathroom. She lost all her electronic devices as well.

Rosie sat nude on the bed with her arms wrapped around her knees and staring at the bare wall.

“Mom does allow you to have books. No magazines, but books, or even a newspaper, are permitted. I didn’t have any electronic devices or TV in my room, and our computer still used dial-up. I wasn’t a little angel, but I had some issues and didn’t get grounded in my room often. You are likely to have to wait until tomorrow night, at the earliest, since they went to deal with Ariba at my foster care complex,” I told Rosie. “What did you do that was so bad that I had to rush back here?”

She looked up at me, blushed, realized she was nude, and then blushed down to her tits.

Rosie said softly, almost in a whisper, “I can’t tell you. It is too embarrassing. I’m smarter than that.”

I left here and went to ensure Ellen was ready for school in the morning.

April went with mom and dad because the pediatrician at the house wanted her to get a checkup at the clinic. All the kids at her preschool got sick from something they had for lunch today. April didn’t throw up or have the runs, and it worried the pediatrician a bit.

April doesn’t get sick, so I can see why the doctor is concerned.

I went back to Rosie’s room and went to sit at the end of the bed.

“He said that no one would find us there,” Rosie said. “I met this cute boy who said he knew how to touch and kiss a girl between her legs to make her cum. I didn’t have to touch his dick, kiss it, or suck it, but I could if I wanted. It all turned out to be a nasty trick by some of the mean girls. One of them took my dress off me while two held me down. I ran after her, but the teachers grabbed me before I could get to her.”

“I don’t know about your other schools, but you aren’t allowed to go play doctor at the school here. No wonder you are grounded,” I told her. “Not sure why that meant I had to come home urgently.”

“Oh, I didn’t get in trouble for being naked. I was embarrassed by everyone seeing me nude as teachers tried to shield people from seeing me as they got me to the gym to get my gym clothes. That was yesterday. The mean girl got away with it, too. She even lied and said she found my dress where I left it, hidden in the bushes. I was just a slut that wanted everyone to see my pussy. I got even today. I waited until that girl and her mean friends were in the shower after gym. I opened the door into the boy’s hallway and let all the boys sneak into the girl’s locker room. I jerked the shower curtain back and started teasing them about all still being little girls who stuffed their bras. There weren’t many boys, though. No one wanted to get in trouble for being in the girl’s locker room, so they snuck out before the gym teacher could catch them. The mean girls didn’t tell on me either,” Rosie explained.

I don’t get it. What did you do that got you in trouble if no one turned you in?

It turns out that things escalated during the rest of the day. After lunch, the mean girls grabbed Rosie. Someone rubbed superglue in her hair and stuck wads of shitty toilet paper on her head. Rosie had gotten some superglue of her own and stalked the head bitch in the group. She managed to drag the girl into the boy’s bathroom. Using superglue, she glued the girl onto the edge of a sink with her arms behind her knees. When the girl couldn’t get loose, Rosie glued the girl’s fingers down to have the girl hold her pussy open.

Two of the other mean girls were making out in a bathroom stall. She somehow got superglue on their hands, and the two girls got their hands stuck to the other’s pussy.

Each girl had their other hand stuck in the other’s hair.

Rosie locked the two girls in the enclosed courtyard right as everyone in her class was going to art. No one saw her do any of it. Unfortunately, Rosie hadn’t been careful enough and got her hand stuck to the door handle for the enclosed courtyard.

“I can’t believe I was so stupid. If I hadn’t tried to glue the locks, I wouldn’t have gotten stuck to the door handle!” Rosie lamented. “We had to tell the principal everything. I had to unstick the two girls first, then the bitch. Mom and dad were furious, but they got the call about dealing with whatever Ariba did. It must have been bad if it got her to the foster care complex.”

It still isn’t something I needed to rush home to address. I don’t know what mom expects me to do about it. The school had already suspended her for two days.

A few minutes later, I had my arms filled with a nude crying Rosie. She tried to hide it, but her hormones got to her. It was her first week at school, and she looked like a mean thug. No one wanted to sit near her. Dee and Tee wouldn’t let her sit near them on the bus home.

“How much more trouble am I going to get in for hiding the girl I glued to the sink in my closet? She can’t go home after what happened today. At least not until Monday,” Rosie asked.

Sigh.

“Carol, get out here right now!” I yelled toward the closet. “You know what is coming. Let’s get this over with, both of you.”

I tore into Carol’s butt first and then Rosie’s.

“Your turns, girls,” I told the two I saw peeking out from around the edge of the bathroom door.

They thought they would get away with getting spanked wearing their jeans. Both were soon as nude as Rosie and Carol. I tore into their butts, too, and then started again with Carol. There were no marks, bruises, or damage to their butts. That didn’t mean they wouldn’t hurt for the next three days.

I dressed the three girls and took them home, taking a few minutes to explain things to their parents. One got angry that I spanked his daughter. But when he pulled her pants down, he couldn’t find any marks, only the girl wincing when he touched her.

“You need to get your head out of your ass already. You disciplined their older sisters when they pulled this shit, and both cut it out immediately, but you let this one get away with it. All four girls went way over the line. You’re lucky the school didn’t pull out the bullying card on you for how she behaved,” I told him. “They messed with the wrong girl and found out the hard way. I don’t know Rosie all that well yet, but I will tell you this, she doesn’t seem to hold a grudge. She had all three girls hiding at my house, risking my mom’s wrath. I don’t know how you didn’t know about the matter at school today, but she has the suspension paperwork in her bag. Someone pulled a fast one, and I know it wasn’t Rosie. She hasn’t been here long enough to make friends willing to do that for her. I know she can’t buy anyone off with the twenty-five dollars a week in allowance.”

“Twenty-five dollars? Your family is loaded. I’ve driven past your monstrous house before, and we were at the funeral for Chrissy,” his wife said. “I’m surprised that Rosie, and other sisters, don’t have gold cards.”

I smiled and answered, “If you mean my family, as in Ellen and I, then, yes, we have money. My parents adopted April. Someone already paid off our old house, though my parents are responsible for the insurance and taxes. I have money, but my parents work nine-to-five like most people. Rosie and Ariba don’t have any chores to do, at least not yet, so they don’t get as much as I did when I was twelve. It isn’t like they have to buy clothes. I have no clue about purses or other accessories. Ellen hasn’t asked for an allowance, so she doesn’t get one for now.”

“Oh. I just assumed,” the woman said.

“Hey, you’re not alone. If you look in your driveway, that is what I drove over here. I have a Lotus that the professional driving school swapped out for a guy that got one of the PI guy show cars from back in the eighties. They gave me my first Lotus because they didn’t want my driving skills to get rusty, and my family couldn’t afford a car. I got a beat-up Honda on my fifteenth birthday, but something happened to it when I wasn’t home, and I found this Camry in its place. The people who came to pay me what they owed the guy that died assumed I would move out of my parent’s house and buy some exotic car to replace my Camry. It does what I need except when I have more than four people to drive around. I borrow my mom’s minivan for up to seven passengers. I find I have what I need, which is good enough for me.”

I like that both of you got bitch slapped, and I wasn’t even trying.

When I got home, I let Rosie know that she still had to deal with my parents, but if she were lucky, mom would accept my spanking Rosie as part of Rosie’s punishment.

Rosie was grounded in her room when she wasn’t eating or doing whatever work the house staff had for her to do. No electronics, TV, or anything but books or newspapers.

Do we even have actual newspapers delivered in town anymore?

“You’re not my parents,” Rosie sassed.

“No, I’m not. I’m your brother, Rosie. Mom told me to deal with whatever you had got yourself into, and I did. Mom is the one that grounded you, not me. You messed up, and now you must take the punishment, just like I did.”

I got her tucked into bed before I called my parents. They were almost home, so they said they would update me once I got Ariba in her bed. I told them I tore into Rosie and the three girls’ butts before taking the girls home. Mom said I let them off easy.

“I would have told the father that you could have just taken his daughter to the foster care complex since he had no clue that she wasn’t at home or even where she was today. You could technically declare her a runaway. He could go answer to the family court judge,” mom said.

I had to go to their car to get Ariba when they got home. She was curled up in as much of a ball as she could when strapped into a booster seat. It was good to see that she was in her school uniform. Ariba jumped into my arms and clung to me tightly. I saw all the marks on her when I got her undressed and into the tub.

“Mom!” I yelled down. “You need to come to see this.”

“What is so urgent, David?” mom asked, slightly out of breath.

I pointed to Ariba, where she cowered in the tub.

“Did this happen at school before all the other stuff?” mom asked her.

At least Ariba is willing to look up and nod.

“I’m going to tear into the school in the morning,” mom said as she sat next to the tub. “Will you let me touch you, Ariba? I want to check you out and help you bathe if you like.”

Ariba smiled and said softly, “I would like that, mom. I’m sorry I caused so much trouble. This place isn’t like any I have known. I tried to force myself to focus on ignoring it, but it got too much.”

Mom told her, “Ariba, no one has the right to touch you in your private places. You can let them, but they can’t just do it without your permission. What someone did to you to leave these marks is assault. It isn’t acceptable. Those who did it can get arrested and sent to jail.”

To me, mom said, “What they told us is that Ariba had a major meltdown and violently attacked some students. The school called the police and finally managed to corner her to put cuffs on her. She wouldn’t talk to anyone, and the assistant dean had them take her to your foster care complex because that was the best place to get her help. Ariba refused to let them examine her or talk to any psychologist. She was exhausted when we arrived there. Your dad did manage to convince her to let him carry her to the minivan.”

“It was bad, David,” Dad told me as he walked in. “Six kids are still unconscious, three in a psych ward for observation, and a few at home on heavy pain meds. No one understands what happened to the three in the psych ward.”

Ariba waited for everyone to finish and said, “Girls were jealous of my heart, so the two held me while another tried to shave it off. They were unimaginative in their empty threats if I told anyone what they did to me. Psychopaths in horror movies are like a flower girl saying a bad word after tripping and spilling her basket, compared to psychopaths in elite families.”

Besides them having shaved out random chunks of Ariba’s pubic hair, they wrote nasty things all over her body with a permanent marker. Oddly, some drawings looked like tattoos. That wasn’t why I called mom. It was all the finger and hand-shaped bruises. She had them on her back, shoulders, arms, and legs. Around her butt, I found scabs from where fingernails had dug in. I checked to see if she got raped but found no signs.

Mom took pictures before telling me to help my sister get all the permanent marker off her body while mom went to call Molly. Part of the school design had cameras everywhere, including bathrooms and locker rooms. Those places where a kid might be partially undressed require an active police investigation and warrant to obtain the footage. My parents were told something completely different happened, and mom was getting to the bottom.

Dad had us sit down after I got Ariba in a robe to face the music.

“Tomorrow’s school conference is not going to go how the parents of the other children involved are expecting,” mom told us.

The camera footage showed Ariba and three other girls sitting naked, waiting for a showerhead to free up after gym class.

The middle school went to the auditorium in the afternoon to watch a play the high school drama class was doing. They put two gym classes together, so there wasn’t enough room for everyone to shower simultaneously.

One of the three girls had what looked like tattoos drawn on her arms, stomach, and legs. They were damn good ones. It turned out that the girl drew them herself. The other two girls had done that in the past but didn’t have any right now. While they waited, Ariba and the three girls tried to draw out things on each other. It wasn’t erotic or sexual in any way. All that touched Ariba were the markers, so it didn’t bother her.

The clique of mean, though surprisingly popular, girls from the eighth grade came out of the showers and started to make fun of the girls. The popular girls, and those trying to get into the club, wrote all over the girls with markers. When Ariba went to take her turn in the showers, one of the bitches saw Ariba’s pubic hair heart. Some of the popular girl’s groupies grabbed Ariba so that a popular head bitch could shave it off. The bitch only managed to get some of it because Ariba was trying to get loose. Of course, Ariba, and the three girls, heard the threats about what would happen if Ariba said anything.