Title: Family Sorority Keywords: f, fdom, teen, nosex Author: Caesar Summary: Sister tries to warn off her younger sibling from joining her old Sorority. A milkmaid there was, with a stutter, Who was lonely and wanted a futter. She had nowhere to turn, So she diddled a churn, And managed to come with the butter. Family Sorority by Caesar, copyright 2004 $Revision: 1.3 $ $Date: 2007-12-02 07:47:45 $ My sister is seven years older than I. Early in our lives we barely saw each other - our age difference was enough to convince the both of us not to search each others company out. So when my older sister showed up a week before I was scheduled to leave for my first year of college, it was a none-event. That is, it was unimportant to me... until she told me she had crossed the continent to see me! Me! Why me? I mean, we have talked three times in the last four years. Except for the last, each of the three Christmas's before that. Coming home to share the holiday, though reluctantly, with her family. This year, she told us that she was busy with her new career. If you don't count the times that involved family obligations, I don't remember the last time Shelly had done anything for me! She stepped in, dragging her large black suitcase, bulging purse and a black leather carry on. "Mom should be home in a few hours." Our mother is a doctor and her long, and odd, hours were normal. I reached for the large luggage bag. Shelly gave me a familiar side-ways glance that I had grown up with and said offhandedly, as if I should have known without asking, "I dropped in to see you Fawn." So I stood there in surprise as Shelly walked right into our parents home. My home for a few more days at least. "Don't stand there gawking Fawn - bring my bag in and close the door. I wanted to talk to you before mom got home." She didn't even look behind her as she strode right into the immaculate living room - knowing her little sister would do as directed. Like the obedient little sister that I am I did as instructed, following my big sister to find her seated perfectly in her expensive skirt and blouse, smoothing down her already perfect lap. She looked up as I entered and nodded with her chin to the seat across from her. I felt like a clod, as usual, compared to my beautiful elegant sister. Looking in the mirror while growing up I had always wondered how to girls that look so similar in facial features could look so different. The shape of the nose, the eyes, the lips... it work on my sister. It was not repulsive on mine, but I did not think I was anything but plain looking. Shelly didn't waste any time, "I had a call from an old friend that told me that you were going to Pledge at our old Sorority?" I nodded, a smile creeping on my face - pride. It was the same Sorority that mom had gone to before marrying dad. "I wanted to tell you what no one told me before I stepped foot into that place...!" Her eyes were level but her voice had a sharp tone to it that surprised me. I placed my whole attention toward my sister. "Tell me how bad you want to be a member of my old Sorority Fawn?" I shrugged and answered honestly, "I have not thought about it - mom and you had been members and I assumed I had to Pledge as well?" Well, not completely honestly - I've been rather excited at the prospect of following my strong willed beautiful mother and my sexy older sister. Shelly nodded and seemed to be thinking about something before she continued, "How earnest will you be through those weeks of your Pledge?" I just shrugged - like anyone else, I dreaded those crazed acts I would be ordered to do, but mom and Shelly had done them so I knew I could as well. Perhaps I was not as beautiful as my mother or naturally sexy as my sister, but I think I am made of stronger stuff than the latter at least. "Then comes the first year - when your assigned to one senior girl?" I just starred at my older sister, not knowing what exactly she was talking about. I have never heard anything about being assigned to anyone. The silence was ominous and I blurted out, "How did you get through it?" To me, it seemed like what Shelly must have come here to tell me - to give me the pearls of her wisdom on living through the Pledge hell, the please of being a member of a distinguished subset of the student population. Shelly squinted at me for a full moment before she replied, "I almost didn't. I returned home in tears and mom sat me down and told me that what happens at College stays there. Do you understand?" My head moved side to side in a confused answer. I understood her words but not the intent. She sighed and looked as if she wished she had never come, and then continued without looking at me, "It means Fawn, that you can do anything you want or need to do at College and it means nothing." I still had no idea what she was talking about. Then she blurted out, "Are you a virgin Fawn?" My cheeks burned and I knew they were instantaneously bright red, but I was able to turn my head negatively. A week before Graduation I got drunk at a party, half dragged another geek, a boy, into a bedroom and we fumbled through loosing both of our virginities. I had done it just to get rid of it. "Thank god for that!" Shelly looked relieved for some strange reason and it did nothing for my burning cheeks or my sweaty palms let alone the unasked questions that I had. Shelly looked away from me again before she asked, "Have you ever been with another girl Fawn?" If I had been embarrassed about the 'virgin' thing, this was crushing - my limbs trembled almost violently and my heart was beating at least triple its normal speed. Why was my older sister asking me these things? "Relax", she snapped, "I am not proposing anything between you and I Fawn!" That did nothing to calm my nerves - I had not thought any such thing. I was so embarrassed because I had learnt through my adolescence that I did find other girls attractive. Oh, I am certainly no lesbian, at least I don't think so, but I get turned on by the thought of girls as well as guys. Just when I started high school, my best friend Cory and I talked ourselves into 'practise kissing' - for the sake of gaining experience for our eventful high school years. It was a short wet kiss that left us embarrassed, and me a little confused as well as turned on. Cory knew how it affected me, she having been the one to deny another attempt, but she would openly allow me to see her naked from that moment on. I would massage her shoulders, wash her back in the bathtub, or just sit and talk in her room while she sat calmly naked across from me. Only once did I take things further than that first, and only, kiss. While massaging her naked back and shoulders, I slowly moved down to her bare jutting buttocks and was encouraged by her moans of pleasure. Soon I was moving my middle finger in and out of my best friend Cory's vagina, another girls cunt, until she orgasmed violently. I was a trembling mess of lust when Cory rolled onto her back and looked at me in confusion - apologizing for allowing it to go so far, telling me that she was sorry that she could not reciprocate. She sat at the headboard with her legs widely spread and watched me as I masturbated to her beauty. Had I ever been with another girl sexually - no, nothing except a bit of fumbling with Cory. My head moved side to side again. Shelly actually looked disappointed strangely enough. "It would have been easier if you had some experience with girls." My mouth opened and I almost told her about Cory, about fingering my best friend to orgasm and about the best brief kiss of my life - but I didn't. Call it pride - or perhaps embarrassment? My sister sighed deeply again, "During your Pledge, you will be required to do 'things' you may never even considered doing - things that you dislike. I came here to tell you that Mom and I both went through these things and unlike mom - I don't expect you to follow in our footsteps. In fact I will support you no matter what you decide?" My nerves had calmed, somewhat, with this short confusing speech. It was something about College, about the Sorority that mom and Shelly had attended. Was what happened to Shelly at College the cause for her to alienate our parents - especially our mother? Yes, since Shelly had went off to College we had barely seen her at home. When she phoned, it was usually when mom was at work and she would talk to dad. My voice was a little raw and scratchy, "What kind of 'things' are we talking about Shelly?" For the first time in memory, Shelly looked a little uncomfortable and it amused me slightly. Though I wisely hid my reaction from her. "Sexual things Fawn. Things with other girls!" She looked at me intently and seemed surprised at my lack of reaction. In fact I was intrigued. To think that Shelly, the tall beautiful perfect big sister had to do lesbian sex acts against her will! And my middle-aged, curvaceous mother... wow! Shelly crossed her arms over her chest and her voice turned colder, "Like being spanked... again and again. Like being tied up for hours and probed everywhere!" Her eyes were squinting as she tried to read my reaction - using these graphic images to shock me. From her own reaction, it was not working. "Told to eat so much pussy that your jaw is sore. Being used by any female in the Sorority that wanted you. Then the ultimate humiliation, being given as a slave to one girl for the rest of your school year. Cleaning up after her, washing her, sleeping at the foot of her bed. Being available for her sexually at all times." I crossed my arms over my own chest - but to hide my hard nipples poking through my bra and teeshirt and not in a subconscious defence motion as my sister had done. Shelly sobbed sadly and then brought her hands up to carefully wipe at the corner of her eyes, careful not to smear her perfectly applied makeup. The silence was again thick before I broke it with a question that could not be held in, "You did all these things?" Shelly glared at me suddenly, "As will you if you want to be part of that evil place?" The first thing I thought of is that there were worst things to happen - and the thought of so much flesh turned me on immensely. Being less than experienced in the matters of the body but feeling highly sexual in my mind was very frustrating. My older sister was confused by my lack of expected reaction and blurted out, "You don't want to be used that way do you Fawn? Well... do you?" She had gotten louder with each word. It demanded an answer, and if truth be told I have always been a little submissive to stronger personalities around me. I've known that for years. "I don't know Shelly?" Didn't she remember how I had followed her around like a puppy when I was but a kid - I would have done anything for her, but she only looked on me with disdain. "You do not 'know'!" Shelly turned her face away disgusted her arms again crossed over her small chest. With her face in profile I was able to look at my older sibling without censuring myself. Where Shelly was tall and thin, I was short and curvaceous - like mom. Shelly was blond where I was dark - both of us with long hair. She did great in school and excluded herself from everyone not like her, like her drive for perfection. Me, I hated school and was a tomboy as soon as I could walk. Dad loved the both of us - mom scorned my wild side and told me to act more like my big sister. It was my turn to talk firmly and spat back at her, "It did not do you any harm Shelly?" Her thin beautiful face turned back to look at me in horror, her mouth wide for several seconds before she replied, "My god - you are just like her, like our mother!" I shook my head before I realized I was doing it - besides looking like a younger version of mother, no one had ever said I was like my mom. "She told me to go back to the Sorority... to just get through my time as someones slave... and she told me to relax, because 'it could be a little fun'. Fun!" Shelly was practically yelling now, leaning forward on the couch, her hands gripping the leather seat so that her long thin fingers were white. "Can you imagine finding something 'fun' about being used by a bunch of crazy lesbians?" My mouth was suddenly dry in this aggressive verbal assault and I sat like a statue. "I was a virgin when I went off to College, mother did not even bother to warn me. They discovered this the first hour when half a dozen girls stuck their finger up me and laughed as if it was the hottest joke they have ever heard. I was tied over a couch, blindfolded, naked and spanked by so many hands, paddles, belts - that my ass was raw for weeks afterwards. But the worst was the lottery to see who would get to 'deflower' me. They put a basket on my bare back and drew a name of a girl who put some contraption... a dildo of some kind... and ripped my virginity away so violently that I was sick even while she fucked me. For hours they took turns putting things in my vagina... my ass... fucking me... ignoring my pleads, my begging." The tears were rolling down her eyes now, but she seemed determined to continue. "It was hours later but I was left as if forgotten when I felt someone untie me from the table, lead me gently up to a bedroom where she washed me and held me as I cried. Then she ordered me to use my mouth on her, telling me in detail how to pleasure her... she orgasmed again and again... but it took so long and I was exhausted. When the girl finally fell asleep, I stole some of her clothing and hitched a ride back home... to mom." Shelly suddenly looked up, a fire in her eyes as she told the next part of her tale, "Mom sat me down, gave me a pill that calmed me and forced me to tell the whole thing in detail to her. She then told me to stop acting like a spoilt little girl and then she left me to sleep. The next day she drove me back to the Sorority, leading me into that evil place herself. The President and a few of the other girls were there and were surprised when they saw me - mother told them who she was and they fawned all over her, got her a beer, lead her to a couch. Then, I can remember it like it was yesterday, she looked up at me and ordered me to strip naked. The other girls laughed and I stood horrified but saw mom glare at me so I started to take my clothes off - scared of that look. Then one by one, mom ordered me between each of the girls legs, to bring them off with my mouth. It was less violent than the other day but it was just as disgusting... licking another woman, so many women. When I looked over at mom I saw another Pledge between her legs and two others lined up waiting their turn to do the same, her skirt up about her waist and she was getting what I was giving the other girls. I saw it then, I saw that mother enjoyed this, wanted me to enjoy this too! But I couldn't - I'm not a fucking lesbian! I did my year, excelled in my grades and then the horror was over. Mom and I never spoke about the Sorority ever again. But I'm here to warn you. So you don't have to live through the hell that I did little sister." The story Shelly had just told me was the most exciting thing I have ever heard or thought of - bar none. Violent trembling shakes were rolling down my spine to cause my vulva and anus to clench and release spasmodically. My nipples were so hard they hurt. Was I a lesbian? I fantasied about cocks just as often as I brought myself off with the image of Cory's sex in my mind. Perhaps I was so naive that anything sexual was a turn on? That is what I truly believed up to today. It was only a couple of seconds after my sister had stopped talking when her sorrow-filled expression turned again to horror, disgust and she blurted out, "You are turned on? My god!" I followed Shelly's eyes to see that I had uncrossed my arms and was now clenching my denim-clad knees. This left my hard nipples obvious to my sisters gaze and realizing their condition had to physically restrain myself from reaching up and fondling myself. My sister pushed herself up to a standing position, her feet far apart in a defensively posture. Her face was a mask of disgust and as ugly as I have ever seen it. "You are as sick as our mother!" A part of me was angry at the comparison - I was nothing like our mother, besides our looks of course. Another part of me was highly aroused, suddenly anxious to become a Pledge to my mother and sister's Sorority. It was a family rite after all. Shelly strode out of the room where I heard her fumbling with her bags before the door opened and seconds later slammed shut. I tore out of the chair and up to my room where I stripped down to nothing and masturbated furiously. --