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The Step-Sister, Chapter Seventeen
🕑 Added 2024-02-03 19:55:10 +0000 UTCIt took Claudia a moment to process what Sara was telling her.
Nessa was leaving. Because of a bet, because Claudia got off right in front of her, because whatever. The reason wasn’t even important. Nessa was leaving. Though Claudia had seen her walk out of the room and heard her exit the house, it still didn’t feel real. Not when her friend had a habit of making fun of girls like Sara, and also was supposed to have Claudia’s back. Though Nessa wasn’t sticking around to witness or participate in this or that, it was almost just as bad that she would walk away just like that.
Which is why Claudia rejected Sara’s explanation. Surely Nessa wouldn’t so quickly choose to be neutral.
“Bullshit!” Claudia snapped. She headed for the hallway Nessa took, concerned that her friend would drive away if she wasn’t quick enough.
“Language, sis,” Sara grabbed her wrist, “And where do you think you’re going?”
“FUCK YOU.” There was only so much compelled submission a girl like Claudia could take. Yanking her arm free and storming off, despite having learned how running off earlier didn’t get her anywhere, Claudia hurried towards the front door. Just about when she was reaching for the knob, she felt the plug vibrating at its maximum setting all over again. “Fuck,” Claudia muttered to herself. She still hadn’t really come down from Celeste’s recent teasing, but she was also determined to see her current mission through. Hastily opening the door and stepping outside, she exhaled in relief at the sight of Nessa’s car still parked by the curb.
Claudia had half a mind to pull the plug out before continuing, except that would waste precious seconds she wasn’t sure she had. If Nessa hadn’t noticed her yet, the girl could start driving at any second. Pushing through, which was surprisingly difficult now that she had been nudged towards the edge only for it to end up being a means to take away her friend’s support, Claudia fast-walked towards the street.
“Nessa!” she called out. Would she be heard through the windows and the music that Nessa always played so loudly? Questionable. Maybe Nessa would just see her approaching. Regardless, Claudia sped up until she reached the car. She tried opening the passenger door, as maybe just getting in the car would be enough to convince Nessa to bring her along, consequences be damned. Naturally, it was locked. Knocking on the window instead, though Nessa definitely would have noticed someone trying the handle, she called in to her friend. “Nessa! Open up!!”
Nessa glanced to her right, then cracked the passenger window after a moment of deliberation. “What do you want, Claudia?” she calmly asked.
“Open the door!” Claudia insisted. Her friend’s arrival was supposed to save her from Sara’s bullshit, so of course Claudia was frustrated and a bit pissed off that Nessa’s car was already running. “Sara IS blackmailing me, and I’m fucking done with it. Take me with you.”
“A bet is a bet, girl,” Nessa said, “Have I ever gone back on my word?”
Claudia definitely hadn’t considered that angle. Nessa always followed through on her deals, bets, promises, etc. It was a point of pride for her, and she had never once hesitated to pay up regardless of what the price or the penalty was. “But-” Claudia hesitated. She scrambled to come up with anything that might convince Nessa to make an exception. Like Sara had said, it had been a bet regarding Claudia’s moan. “But they cheated!” she blurted out. Similar to how the plug was vibrating away inside her at the moment, it had been doing the very same when Celeste drew out Claudia’s slutty exhale in the kitchen. Granted, Claudia had no idea what the specifics of the bet were, or how exactly she would explain the details of why her step-sister had the remote control to a sex toy she was currently dealing with; she just knew she had to say something to get Nessa on her side again.
“A bet is a bet,” Nessa repeated. But then, with a tiny smirk, she said, “How about this? Strip, and I’ll consider unlocking the car.”
“ . . . What?” It took Claudia a moment to process the suggestion. For the most part, Claudia didn’t give a shit about nudity. She had peeled off her top at the skate park before in order to change into something more comfortable, gone streaking and skinny dipping, and one time had sat around with her boobs out for a full ten minutes at a sleepover for a dare. In her mind, it was only a big deal if you made it a big deal, plus it was a solid way to both flaunt her body and show other girls that she had no shortage of confidence.
The difference was, most of those instances had some degree of privacy and were pretty low risk. To take off her clothes in broad daylight, when any of their neighbors could be stepping outside or looking out the window? Claudia was shameless, but she also wasn’t stupid.
“You heard me,” Nessa said, “All the way, Clauds. You know, like last summer?”
Uh huh. Except stripping in the woods wasn’t at all the same as stripping on the sidewalk.
Pouncing on Claudia’s hesitation, Nessa added, “Twenty seconds, or I’m out of here. Nineteen . . . ”
“Wait! Okay, okay. Just-” Claudia grabbed the hem of the cream blouse and yanked it upwards, not particularly caring if she ripped the delicate fabric along the way. It was Sara’s top, and it would serve her sister right if the nice outfit piece was ruined because Claudia was told to wear it. The plaid skirt, however, was more difficult to remove. The zipper was in the back, the skirt was tight on her waist due to how Sara was slightly more skinny, and the time pressure didn’t help as Claudia awkwardly shimmied her hips while pulling down on the preppy pink number.
Nessa rolled the window down another few inches when Claudia finally worked the skirt halfway down. “Toss your clothes in,” she said, “And you’re almost out of time, Claudia!”
Claudia didn’t think twice about the directive. Nearly tripping in her haste to remove the skirt from where it had pooled around her ankles, she haphazardly threw it along with the blouse into Nessa’s car. Not bothering to check if anyone was watching the show, or if Sara had followed her outside, Claudia reached back to unhook the bra. Though the lace pink undergarment wasn’t her own, a bra was still a bra. It only took a second or two for her to undo the clasps, and then she was pulling it off her chest and throwing it on top of the wrinkled stack on the leather seat.
“Ouch. That’s 25 seconds!” Nessa said, “Bye, Claudia. Have a fun weekend!”
With that, she drove off with a smile and a wave, leaving Claudia on the curb in nothing but Sara’s thong.
What will Sara do after letting all of that play out?
- Drag a nearly naked Claudia back inside for a spanking?
- Lock her step-sister out and call the authorities?
- Or make Claudia put on a collar and use the dog door?
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