Author's note: I would like to thanks Voyer for his editing help as well as his suggestions for this story.
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My sister Jessica had been acting weird. Two years my senior (and a senior at Fairmont, our college) she was the classic example of beauty and brains, her long blonde hair framing her angelic face, her full pouty lips, and equally full breasts, which (I imagine) featured in the dreams of many guys at Fairmont. They were always asking her out only to be shot down. Her intelligence was impressive, being the top five of her class ever since she started college. Respected by friends and teachers alike, she was the student council president. Moreover, she had also received various offers from reputed universities to continue her postgraduate studies with them though she hadn't decided on it yet.
I'm Samantha. Of course, being the younger sister, I grew up in the shadow of all this, always being compared to her by relatives and friends. This had caused me to have an inferiority complex when I was younger but I had since outgrown it. Pretty much. Unlike Jessica, I kept my not-quite-as-blonde hair long but tied it into a ponytail. Being siblings, we share a lot of traits and I considered myself to be almost-as-beautiful, and I was well aware we were referred to as the "Fairmont Beauties". The one area where I truly beat Jessica was in my breasts, wearing a 38D size bra. I'm sure most guys in college also fantasize about my breasts, after all my past boyfriends had requested a tittie fuck from me the moment we got past first base. Urrgh, speaking of guys, it seems like not a week would pass before I receive another confession of love from them, with motives ranging from using me as a springboard to get closer to my sister or adding me as another girl they dated. Such shallow and immature thoughts they had and coupled with my disappointment from my past relationships, I decided to focus on my studies for now and let love find its way to me when the time was right.
We came from a single parent family, dad dying from cancer a few years back, giving as good a fight as he could. It really tore at us, our mom, Yvonne was especially hit hard. Our sorrows had scabbed over as the years passed, but I would sometimes find mom lingering over dad's photo in an album. As a result of his death, mom started working again and we moved into a smaller house with Jessica and me sharing a room. I guess our family situation does play a part in our dating life with both Jessica and me focusing on our education so we can lighten mom's load once we started working. At least with scholarships, and living at home, we had enough money to attend Fairmont, which was right here in our hometown.
But anyway. Something was definitely wrong with Jessica. She had been coming home late, saying that she was busy with student council work. She seemed to be hiding something and she looked distracted. I wondered if anything was worrying her. Well, I would have to find out myself since she was being unusually resistant towards my attempts to pry the answers from her.
I was doing some work on the computer when Jessica called me out to help her with moving a piece of furniture. It was kinda weird as she could have easily moved the thing on her own. I wondered why she even asked me for help and to make it worse, she kept fiddling with the positioning of the stupid thing.
By the time I got back to the computer, the screensaver had come on. It was something new; when had we installed that? Instead of the usual "Mystify", the one I was seeing now was a gently-twirling spiral. I could feel myself being drawn into the center of the screen. Every time I reached the center, the spiral would change color, and I would repeat the whole process again, getting drawn further into it. It felt so good, so relaxing, so comfortable. All my focus was on the spiral as I sat in front of the computer, letting myself fall deeper into it. I lost all sense of time as well as my surrounding. Somehow, I remember vaguely a female voice speaking to me, telling me... things? Afterwards, no matter how much I tried to recall, nothing solid came to my mind.
The next thing I really remember, I was looking at my work on the computer screen again, alone in my room. Glancing at the clock on the wall, I was surprised that two hours had passed. What had happened? I didn't have time to think about it as I needed to complete the work, so I shelved the subject.
I spent the next few days gathering information regarding Jessica amid another confession of "love" from another boy. The rumor mill finally reported that she had been spotted with Ben Rearden after school. A junior and the official School Geek, he was a loner, always keeping to himself. He gave off a weird vibe, making it hard for people to get close to him and he didn't seem like to have any friends. I had seen him eating all alone in the cafeteria countless of times. Dressed in his usual unfashionable T-shirt and pants with his uncombed hair, he would slowly eat his meals while observing his surrounding from behind his geeky glasses, spooking others with his gaze. It was also common to find other students keeping their distance from him wherever he went, as though a radius of ten-feet "no-go" zone existed around him. I also heard that he was the only remaining member of the computer club, other members either graduated or slowly dropped out, possibly due to his presence. Well, now I had no choice but to stalk Jessica after school.
Thus, I stayed after, skulking along after Jessica. Everything seemed normal, she was attending to tasks as the student council president. Just when I thought I had wasted the whole afternoon, she started packing up her stuff, preparing to leave. Yet, instead of leaving campus when she was done, she went off to the Belfield Building. I followed her and she went to the computer lab. Trying to contain the excitement I felt, I lurked in the entrance to a chemistry classroom, a couple of doors down. She knocked on the door and after a moment Ben opened it and welcomed her in. Once the door was closed, I went closer, trying to find out what was happening inside but no luck. The door was locked and I couldn't hear anything. I almost knocked, but then decided to go home and confront Jessica when she got back.
When I reached home, mom was already home and she was staring at the computer screen. She didn't reply to my greeting, and, curious at what she was looking at, I stepped behind her and peeked over her shoulder. On the computer screen was the screensaver I saw a few days ago. I could feel myself being drawn into the spiral, like my whole conscious was being pulled into the monitor. It felt so good and relaxing and I wanted to keep looking at it forever. I lost track of time and my surroundings, letting myself immersed into the spinning spiral.
The next thing I knew, I was lying on my bed and it was night time. I could hear Jessica panting heavily on her bed but I didn't pay much attention to her as I went to the toilet. When I returned to our room, I could hear her moaning in pleasure. Taking a closer look, I found her naked on her bed, fondling herself, two of her fingers invading her secret place, teasing and pleasuring her. Light from the street streamed into our room, illumining her clothes stewed all over the floor, her body perspiring from her exertions, her face lost in the pleasure she was experiencing. She still hadn't noticed me.
This was my first time seeing her like that, her whole body giving a sensual seductive feel, totally different from the usual Jessica. I found myself stepping closer to her, wanting to hear what she was murmuring.
"... Obey... Master... ohhh... ohhh.. Obey Master...", Jessica chanted, her fingers moving faster, wet dirty sounds coming from her groin.
Hearing her words, I experienced an odd sense of déjà vu. She looked so enchanting and sexy, her body looked so beautiful. I had to shake my head to push those thoughts away. I'm not a lesbian and she was my sister,for God's sake. I could feel my throat getting dry looking at her playing with herself. I moved even closer to her and she finally realized I was there.
"Sam!! Sam... Help me... I don't want to...", her words lost in a moan of pleasure.
"Ohhh... Feels so good... Ahh.. I can feel it... Ahhh... Ahhh..." Jessica seemed to be excited beyond measure as she started murmuring nonsense, her body arched tightly as she approached her orgasm. She kept begging me to help her, save her, saying that she didn't want to, yet her fingers moved even faster and harder inside her vagina and the inevitable end was.. well.. coming.
