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Archive name: o-09.txt (Fdom/f, bd, rom, ws, piercing)
Authors name: SafeWord (anonymous)
Story title : O-2000 - Stepsister - Part 9


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O-2000 - Part 9 (Fdom/f, bd, rom, ws, piercing)
By "SafeWord"


Dedicated to: Deitre, Who could say more in fewer words 
              than I'll ever manage:
          to: Lenny Bruce for his courage
          to: "O"

Chapter 9: Revenge : Yesterday (ver by Be.)

 My bruises healed rapidly. The marks were all most 
gone before anyone noticed. Mom came in my room as I 
was changing and saw my bum still with some dull yellow 
brownish marks showing. I didn't even know she was 
there until she asked me how I had got the bruises. I 
had been ready for something like that and brushed it 
off. Casually telling her I had tried to climb into an 
upper bunk bed at Cindy's party and had slipped and 
landed hard on my rump. But that it was ok now. She 
looked at me seriously for a second and said to me "You 
weren't drinking were you?" I told her that some of the 
girls had been but I had not. I was just clumsy and the 
room was dark. She told me to be more careful in a 
strange place and left it at that. Parents!

Still. Things were the not same after that weekend. 
Tracy wasn't cold to me, she seemed lost and distant. 
She spoke to our parents and moved out of our shared 
room and into the spare bedroom, telling them that she 
was going off to University soon and that she wanted to 
get used to sleeping in her own bed, alone. It fooled 
my parents but hurt me something terrible. She must 
have known I had the rings and tags hidden, still. She 
had emptied the wastebasket the next day and must have 
checked for them. But nothing was said, nothing about 
that weekend, about us. Nothing!

Every night as I went to bed alone. I would inspect my 
piercings and make sure everything was clean. Then I 
would put on all my rings and tags and go to sleep with 
them on. Mom must have thought I was nuts wearing a 
heavy long nightdress to bed now that summer was almost 
here. But I told her I was cold at night, now that 
Tracy was sleeping in the other room.
I was too, that was no fib.

 We were all super busy. Tracy was graduating and had 
two scholarships to pick from but was going to some 
kinda Boston University for some special course in 
something or other. I listened to them talk of her 
going away, dying inside. 

Only once in the next two weeks did she come up to me 
on her own and ask me something.

"Honey, is there anyone at school that you know, that 
sells.... dope?" 

I was stunned; Tracy didn't ever touch that stuff, no 
wonder she didn't know who to go to, to get it. I never 
messed with it either, but I knew who sold it. Everyone 
did and people do talk, I had heard lots of 
conversations around the school lunch tables. 

"That kid who is always on the corner of 1st street, 
wears his hat on backwards."

"Him? The punk with the pimples."

"Yeah."

"He surely can't sell much standing in the open like 
that."

"Tracy! They say he does more business than Talmart."

"What about the cops?"

"I don't know? He must pay em or something; he's always 
there. Tracy. Why?"

"Oh, not to worry Hon, just some marijuana, a little 
gift for an old friend who uses it sometimes, not for 
me. Thanks gotta go, see you."

And that was it.   Marijuana? I didn't think "the Man" 
would even know what she wanted, smoke, weed, even the 
old pot or grass but marijuana? No, it wasn't for her 
that was for sure! She didn't even know the language. 
Weird.

But at least she had talked to me, maybe she was coming 
around. I knew she was on a massive guilt trip, but 
there was something else she was on to. Some kind of a 
mission or something. I tried my best to be cheery 
around her to show her that I was happy and still loved 
her and everything but she just treated me. Like a 
sister.


Then at dinner that night things started happening! Dad 
asked Tracy what she wanted as a gift for graduating. 
TV? Stereo, furniture for her new place in Boston. She 
already had a fairly new car. Tracy looked like she was 
thinking for a minute and said, "I need all that stuff 
Dad but it's too much to lug across the country. Could 
I have like, cash. So I can buy what I need there?" 

"Sure Honey how about this much." and he held up five 
fingers. Tracy said "Thanks Dad that's great!" Dad said 
hold on "with, this, many zeros after" and he held up 
three fingers again. Tracy whooped and gave him a big 
hug. I thought to my self. Cool! That's a good hunk of 
money.

Then! Tracy said something that floored me. She asked 
my folks if I could come LIVE with her! 

Move East with her and go to school in Boston! My 
parents looked puzzled and said they weren't too sure 
about that?! But, Tracy told them that her and I got 
along great, were old enough, that she would look out 
for me, how she would get an apartment in a good 
district, how it wouldn't cost much more than her alone 
just some extra grocery money, how the responsibility 
would keep her focused on her studies and she could 
help me with my studies if I was there also. How our 
parents could have some more time together, freedom and 
finally that she was selfish and she didn't ready want 
to be alone there. She was rolling and persuasive.

My parents looked at each other. Dad shrugged and said 
to my Mom "your call Love."

My mom said, "No, I think, maybe it's yours." and 
looked right at me.

My whoop of delight was MY answer. It closed the matter 
right there. I hugged Tracy and Dad and Mom all at the 
same time and Mom started to cry, but it was settled. 

I was going with Tracy.

Thinking this was why she was so cool she wanted to 
surprise me, she wanted me alone, with her, for her. I 
shivered.

But.... 

That was not what Tracy wanted at all. At least, not 
why she wanted me close by her.

The next week was a flurry of packing, finishing up at 
school, giving away or throwing out some stuff until 
Mom put a stop to that, saying she wanted our room and 
some of our old things in it to remind her of her 
daughters, away from her. That was good for a three way 
crying session with Dad looking on confused. We said 
our goodbyes around school. Tracy's gradation night was 
a real success and I even thought I saw Cindy in the 
back of the crowd but couldn't be sure. Dad gave Tracy 
a red bank book with the money in it and I think even 
more because Tracy looked surprised and said "Dad this 
is too much!" But he poo-poohed her saying "never too 
much for you" and hugged her. Then he gave me one too 
with a thousand dollars as the balance saying "he was 
just as proud of me" and hugged me also.

The day came that we were going, Tracy was running 
around in a flurry as she had been out late the night 
before and was throwing last minute needed junk into a 
now much too small car, turned into a moving truck.
I was in the kitchen with Mom having a quick bite to 
eat.
Mom let out a quiet "Oh Dear! Look at this, isn't that 
your friend?" and plopped the morning newspaper down in 
front of me. The paper was turned to an article on the 
second page and described how an anonymous tip had lead 
to a check of a local girls car. The check turned up a 
large undisclosed quantity of heroin. The girl was 
charged with trafficking and went on to say that she 
was a suspected drug user and had been nailed cold with 
enough drugs that conviction was almost assured and 
what a good job the cops had done.

The picture and girl's name was Cindy's. 

"Shall I tell your sister. Dear?"
"No Mom I will," but I didn't want too. I had a funny 
feeling that Tracy, already knew!

So when Tracy came in and sat across from me to have a 
last coffee, I waited until Mom was out of the room 
fussing with something. Then I slid the paper across 
the table to her. Opened at the story about her former 
friend. Tracy never even paused in sipping her coffee, 
just read it and looked up at me with a deadpan 
expression on her face. 

She said "Gee, I wonder how many will ride her face 
where she's going? She won't get at you, anymore!... 
Ready? Have a pee and lets go! We've got a long drive 
ahead of us."

I hurried and in no time, after a lots of hugs and 
waves and Mom's tears. We were in Tracy's car heading 
far away from our parents and Cindy.

Tracy drove concentrating on the highway while I sat 
glancing at the car's dangling key chain. A chain still 
with the small spare key to Cindy's car that she had 
exchanged with Tracy so each could have the use of the 
other's vehicle when one or the other was in the shop.

Tracy saw me looking and it, saying nothing. But after 
we had stopped for a fill up and pee break. She showed 
the removed car key to me in the palm of her hand. "I 
guess I don't need this now anymore, do I?" and broke 
out laughing. She threw the key out the window and 
resumed driving, a smug look on her face.

I wondered how much money Tracy still had in her bank 
account?

I wondered if I would ever tell her the truth about 
Cindy and I.

I wondered if Cindy would figurer it all out.

Tracy saw my sad look and said, come on over here Hon 
and held out her free arm out to me.

I snuggled under her arm and she cuddled me as we 
drove.

I heard her voice above me. "Revenge is a dish, best 
served cold. Sweet."

I shivered and nestled to the side of my Ice Queen 
sister, mistress and dozed off to sleep. And thereby... 
Wondered no more! 

Continued in part 10...

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in
anyway shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any of
the scenarios in this story; should seriously consider
seeking professional help.
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