Ok, Time for a recap. In previous chapters, I explained about my mother getting married to a rich man, and moving me and my little sister into his house with his gorgeous daughter Samantha. Sammie caught me jerking off one night while moaning her name, and the next day, after school, we retreated to a seedy motel on the outskirts of town to fuck like rabbits. Then my darling goth step-sister tells me that she wants to pimp me out to all her friends who are sexually frustrated, and for the most part, emotionally disturbed. Then we went home, and I filled her pussy up again after a quick nap.
The next day at school, I was still trying to get the taste of Sammie's blood out of my mouth. Well, actually I was just trying not to let it distract me from class, not get rid of it. The problem was, we shared most of our classes, and it seemed the more I tried to get her attention, the more I was ignored. By last period I was feeling rejected, used, and pissed off. At least when Ms. Coleit, the chemistry teacher that half the male students wanted to fuck, announced that we'd start lab work that day, and needed to choose partners, I saw an opening.
I leapt up and rushed to the table Sammie was using in the back corner of the classroom and grabbed her wrist when she tried to walk away. I couldn't help but notice that under her shirt, there was a large bandage where I had bit her the day before. "We need to talk." I told her.
She gave me a look that immediately told me talking was to be saved for later, and that if I ever grabbed like that her again, I might loose a hand. She wrenched her arm free and took her place at the table right next to mine. I started to protest but before I could get the words out, "You need a partner Jason?" I looked towards the voice and saw a girl of middle-eastern decent.
I'd seen her before, hanging around Sammie's friends after school, looking extremely cautious about being seen with them. Usually she'd disappear for a few minutes, then climb into a minivan with tinted windows and leave. She was striking to say the least, nearly my height (the platform boots she wore boosted her even with me), with dark olive skin, and sharp hawk-like features. Her jet-black hair was pulled back behind her ears, held in place with clips and left to fall back over her shoulders. She looked damnably good, and her clothes only made it better. It was like a track-suit, only instead of pants it sported a mini-skirt the showed me just enough of her dark thighs before her legs disappeared into thick-soled knee-high boots. Made of black faux-suede, with little steel rivets in rows where the stripes would normally be, and the top showed just enough of her cleavage to see was wearing a fishnet top over her bra.
"Uh... Yeah, sure." I stammered. "Thanks...?"
She smiled and dropped her lab book on the edge of the table. "It's Fallan." She said, obviously sensing my confusion. "I'm friends with your sister."
I glanced over at Sammie, who was joined by a thick blonde who obviously enjoyed showing everyone how massive her tits were by letting them almost flop out of her to-tight low-cut shirt. "Step-sister." she shot to us and winked at me, right before reaching over and pinching her heavy-set friend on the nipple. The bigger girl blushed, smiled and waved at me quickly before Ms. Coleit called the class to attention.
She went over the experiment, we gathered up all the tools we'd need, tubes and chemicals, microscopes and tongs, so on and so forth, and each time Fallan and I would pass one another, she'd make it a point to get as close to me as possible, usually actually rubbing her firm c-cups into my chest or her pert ass into my crotch. By the time we actually started the lesson, I was not only finding it hard to concentrate, but hard to walk with my dick straining against my jeans.
