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Authors name: SafeWord (anonymous
Story title : O-2000 - Stepsister - Part 10

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O-2000 - Part 10 (FF, Ff, Rom,, adult situations no sex)
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 10: Boston : Love So Right (ver by BG.) 
***		   : Lonesome Suzie (ver by T.B.)
		   : Rose Coloured Glasses (ver by J.C.)

 The drive to Boston was, pretty uneventful, Tracy and 
I talked about what courses she would be taking and 
what we wanted to get for the apartment. She had made 
arrangements with the University to put us up in a dorm 
until we could get our own place. They had lots of 
extra rooms vacant in the summer and were charging us 
next to nothing to stay for a while. Tracy didn't want 
to stay in the dorms, she said she needed her space. 

Then, now that I was with her she couldn't anyway as I 
didn't qualify to live on campus. The most exciting 
thing that happened the whole trip was blowing a tire 
and even then we were only just pulling out of a 
service station and just had to turn around and get it 
fixed.

Nights weren't very exciting either. Tracy would get a 
room with two twin beds and she now changed in the 
bathroom. So I did too and spent the night alone in my 
own bed, puzzled, hurt and sad. But I didn't let her 
see it. I figured she needed time still to work out 
things. I could wait for her, but it was hard.

I wanted to strip of my clothes for her, kneel in front 
of her and show her I was still her's. But I didn't, 
the spectre of Cindy was still around Tracy's mind.

Not that Tracy was mean to me, far from it, she was 
polite, friendly and loving in a sisterly way. But no 
other way.

I was like a puppy that has been taught to fetch a 
stick and loves the fetching. But no one will throw it, 
so he stands around with the stick in his mouth, 
looking at everyone, expectant, hoping and distraught.
I sure knew how the puppy felt.

But things kept moving on anyway and soon we were in 
the outskirts of Boston, looking for the University. We 
found it, after seeing some parts of Boston three 
times, She didn't think much of my ability to read a 
map, I didn't think much of Her ability to follow 
instructions. Sister sparring, we got there eventually. 

The University campus was all old ivy covered granite 
two story buildings with copper clad roofs turned a 
brownish green. All lawns, trees, walkways and tons of 
green, green plant life everywhere. So different, lush, 
after the dry Midwest of home. I loved it, so did 
Tracy. We found the register's office, checked in, were 
directed to our room. Parking for the car had not been 
thought of. It was loaded with all our stuff, not 
needed in the dorm room and we were worried about 
leaving parked on the street, but they let Tracy park 
it in the facility parking underground and that place 
had good security. 

The room was another matter, the persons staying there 
had just moved out and the walls were plastered with 
posters of  Black Sabers and big weed plant leaves. 
Tracy wanted to take em down but we decided that we 
weren't going to be there long enough to worry about 
it. I kinda liked the posters as I was down a little 
anyway so it fit my mood. The beds were clean but the 
room needed a darn good cleaning before Tracy would let 
us sleep in it. That made me happy cause she was 
annoyed and snapped off orders to get a broom and a mop 
and do this and do that. While she opened the windows 
and aired out the room and dusted stuff off. Orders! 
Just like I liked so that cheered me up. We were busy 
for a while cleaning furiously then crashed on our beds 
dead to the world. The drive had wasted us.

Next day we spend an hour looking for the campus 
cafeteria only to find it had a "Closed for the summer" 
sign on the door. So we found the car and stopped at a 
DicDonald's for a egg wanna be muffin and some blackish 
fluid, supposed to be coffee. I was drinking coffee 
now. Tracy looked at me funny, the first time that I 
asked her to get me one, but didn't ask where I had 
picked up the habit. I liked it now, it reminded me of 
some things I wanted to hold close inside of me.

Then we went apartment hunting. We bought all the 
papers and read all the ads and also stopped off at a 
big grocery store and got some apartment hunter books 
from the displays. We had the map of Boston and area 
but nothing made sense till we found the little map in 
a newspaper that had the areas and the common names 
that everyone called a district. Everyone except the 
official map, which never even mentioned them. We 
selected areas in or close to the university, then we 
drove around just checking things out to see if we 
liked em. That crossed half the places off our list 
immediately. 

So then we filtered the ads to areas we liked and 
started phoning and touring apartments. We got lucky, 
The third place was perfect,older converted private 
home on a nice treed street, front separate entrance, 
upstairs tenant an overseas salesman who I never did 
meet, two bedrooms, ground floor, partially furnished 
and only a touch more than Tracy said we should have 
had to pay. So we took it.

We couldn't move in for one week but that allowed us 
time to run around town picking out some furniture and 
a TV. I paid for a small stereo with a CD player but 
put it in the small living room for both of us to use. 
The apartment had beds, dressers and a kitchen table 
already, so we didn't have to worry about those for 
now. We both fell in love with a couch set and only 
afterwards did I realize it was almost identical to the 
one our folks had at home and why we liked it so much. 
We had a phone put in and cable TV installed. The heat 
and hydro turned out to be included in the rent. Tracy 
said that, was why the rent was higher and it made the 
apartment rent a lot better deal.

And in no time the week was up and we moved in.

We didn't have much time once we were in either to lie 
around and veg. Tracy said she was getting a job to 
help out with Dad having to pay out all this money so I 
said I'd get one too. that caused a minor fracas but I 
told her I didn't want to sit around all summer waiting 
for her to get home and I wanted to help out also.

So off we went job hunting. I got one first, even. At 
of all things a close by DicDonald's, oh well, I didn't 
have to eat the stuff, just serve it! The money was 
good, tips were super, but the uniform was ugly. The 
first time I put it on Tracy said I looked cute in it 
and I was changing my mind about liking it until I saw 
the sarcastic smirk on her face and made a play swing 
at her. She blocked it and we ending up laughing and 
hollering. Wrestling down onto the floor and rolling 
around till she ended up on top of me pinning me down. 

We were both panting and happy but her holding my arms 
pinned and the heat of our bodies together turned both 
of us slowly serious. She held me down, looking at me, 
her hair brushing my face and I held my breath waiting, 
wanting. Then she seemed to shake herself out of it and 
got quickly off me saying we had better stop, we might 
wreck, my dress. I wanted her to tear it off me, but 
said nothing. I got up and brushed myself off and an 
awkward silence filled the apartment for a long time, 
till she drove me to work.

Tracy got a job a week later as an assistant to a lady 
interior decorator, who specialized in renovations and 
decorating better homes. Some of her boss's clients 
were really well off and she had to be with her boss a 
lot visiting the client's homes. 

Tracy started up scaling her wardrobe to look chic and 
we were out selecting clothes for her, putting a 
serious dent in the bank account, but her boss was 
paying her great money and it was worth it. It was 
really worth it to see what she looked like in some of 
her dresses. Her long slender body and cool classic 
beauty made my sister look like a model off the cover 
of Houge magazine. I fell in love with her even more. 
But she didn't notice.

I had time to myself now, my own lonely room in which 
to ponder things, every night I would take out my rings 
and put them on and wear them to bed, sometimes I had 
to work the afternoon shift or had a day off while 
Tracy was working, so I would wear them around the 
house alone, naked except for the gold. I would sit in 
front of the front hall floor length mirror admiring 
them, sad that no one else was. The little tags between 
my legs would somehow tinkle together when I walked 
with them on, like little chimes. That surprised me 
cause I didn't think gold made a sound but maybe they 
weren't pure gold or something. 

I would sit on the floor kneeling with my hands held 
behind my back. My mind,body, womanhood, heated by the 
image I saw in the mirror. A naked, bound, ringed 
female slave waiting for her master to come home. But 
no master ever did, just my too sisterly, sister. I 
always had to the rings off and hidden by the time she 
arrived.

I thought busy people were supposed to be happy people, 
it's not true, I was busy with work and all but blue a 
lot also.

From her work, Tracy got a cell phone and then a new 
computer. That arrived and was set up on a little desk 
in the corner of the living room. She needed it for 
work and that was great. We had computers at school so 
I knew how to use one but this one made the ones at 
school look like dinosaurs. It had all sorts of 
software stuff I had never seen before and then Tracy 
had something called a high-speed Internet connection 
off the cable TV put on it. She let, no told me to use 
it. Whenever she didn't need it and to learn as much as 
I could about it cause it was the future of the world. 

Finally a direct order from her to do something. So I 
did. I set out with a passion to learn about that 
computer, who made it, how it was made, what made it 
work, what it was good for, what software was, what the 
internet was, everything.  I couldn't find all I wanted 
to know about the thing on the Internet cause I found 
myself getting off on too many side trips about other 
stuff that caught my eye. I always got lost from what I 
was trying to learn. 

So I went off to the bookstores, new and second hand 
picking up computer training manuals and stuff. Boy! 
does a city with a University in it have a lot of 
bookstores. One day while browsing I glanced at the 
books in the small adult section and found one with a 
funny white cover like the Beatle's White album, The 
owner looked at me funny when I put it on the counter 
but let me buy it anyway. So I read The Story of O, and 
like about a hundred thousand times, after. And went 
looking for others, but that was a big disappointment. 
I afterwards realized that I had stumbled on one the 
few erotic books worth reading that interested me. Not 
that I didn't try. I read about every piece of smut 
printed. Those I was allowed to purchase anyway. Many 
times the shop owner would say sorry adult only, dear!

So I learned to pick up a computer book and a adult 
book at the same time. Not too many little shop owners 
could say no to the larger sale, they pretended not to 
notice the titles. If they wouldn't let me have the 
restricted one. I told them to forget the whole sale 
and deliberately would be back the next day to buy the 
same two books. They learned, I wasn't the only one 
that could be trained.

So I studied computers and how to run computers and how 
to be a proper slave and how to serve hamburgers and 
how to manage situations and how to be lonely. Alone. 

School started. Tracy said she wasn't sure if I would 
like the new school it was pretty strict and had a 
dress code. The girls still had to wear uniforms little 
jacket blazers and skirts no heels, penny loafers and 
white socks. The boy's blazers, white shirts, ties and 
black slacks. No jeans, no tank tops, no gym suits 
unless in phys Ed. I could go to another school just on 
the edge of our district if I wanted, that was more 
normal like. But it was an extra five long city blocks 
to walk and after the DicDonald's uniform I could wear 
anything, I figured.

I still didn't make too many friends at school or at 
work. Work was too busy to have a lot of chat time, 
different shifts moved us all around a lot so you never 
got to really know anyone too well. Besides a lot of 
the staff was friendly but of mixed ethic origin and we 
just didn't have a lot in common to talk about. I was 
into computers and reading they were into boys and 
hairstyles.

School wasn't much better, most of the girls were 
driven in from other neighborhoods and some of them who 
I got to like were always gone, driven home just as 
soon as school was out. The school had a great 
reputation and parents pulled strings to get their kids 
enrolled there. The nerds like me went home to study 
harder. 

And that's what I was a nerd. Tracy had expanded my 
orders to learn the computer to learn. Period. So I 
went for it big time. 

Someone once said that you didn't really have to learn 
everything, you just had to learn where to find the 
knowledge if you needed it. Well let me tell you I knew 
where to find it, the computer could provide me with 
the worlds published information fast rapidly, homework 
was a breeze, my homework submitted in typed on a word 
processor, spell checked, grammar corrected. 

Hell, I could block copy anything to my homework if I 
wanted or scan a page in from the school textbook if 
necessary. I could even use it to have library books 
reserved and held for me to pick up. 

Math and Chemistry were the hardest for me but a good 
scientific calculator solved that. I didn't even carry 
a school notebook anymore, just a small laptop computer 
and a little notepad computer, both of which I paid for 
myself with the money from work. 

Dad and Mom were not as far away as I thought. Tracy 
took out a long distance phone plan and we could talk 
to our folks for twenty minutes every night for free if 
we wanted. We shared off our yakking to them on 
alternate nights and after a while once a week was 
enough to keep everyone happy and our parental 
relationship with them loving and strong.

The only bump in that road came when Tracy and I tried 
to pay some of the bills to help out Dad and he went 
ballistic. He informed us in no uncertain terns that it 
was his responsibility to find the money to provide for 
us and our education until we quit school and we could 
take our money and stuff it in a mattress or wherever. 
Wow! What a bossy wonderful male chauvinist pig he was. 
We loved him all the more for it. 

I was seventeen now filling out a bit more, my breasts 
larger, still a 35 bust, lots of baby fat on me still. 
I was so short I was gonna have to watch my weight to 
keep from getting plump. Not that anyone seemed to 
notice. 

Tracy sure didn't. She had a pretty hectic time 
managing her job and the University classes. Her boss 
gave her a more flexible work hour routine, so she was 
able to handle both at a only slightly reduced salary 
from her job and lots of the time the work with her 
boss was on weekends anyway. she had a super brain and 
the University classes were a breeze to her. 

Still we ran into some minor hassles around X-Mas Exam 
time, both of us trying to get on the computer to 
finish a project the same night. So another computer 
arrived in the house, even more powerful. Almost as 
powerful as anyone could buy. Expensive, but we were 
sure doing ok with money thanks to our jobs and our 
oink oink wonderful Dad.

The computer was the best, cause I set the 
specifications. The computer store salesman stood there 
while a little seventeen year old girl informed him in 
pure techno geek speak exactly what, hard drives, 
motherboard, case, ram, bios version, monitor, 
keyboard, speakers, DVD, Cd-writer and LAN Card were 
going to go into our new computer. Then handed him a 
list with brand name, model numbers and alternates if 
any component on the list was unavailable. He listened 
to me, looked at my list in his hand and asked me to 
wait while he got a technician from the rear of the 
shop. 

The technician came out and him and I got into a high 
fallutin discussion of why I wanted a certain type of 
on-board cache over another and then on the transfer 
rates of various drives. He was good, I allowed him to 
change one of my specs to a faster model I hadn't known 
was out yet. The salesman and my sister stood there, he 
with glassy lost eyes, her with a tight proud smile. 
Not as proud as me. I had impressed her for once, 
really impressed her. The technician turned out to be 
the owner and offered me a job. The salesman started 
looking worried but I said No Thanks. I liked computers 
and didn't ever want to consider them work. 

The new computer was under our little tree a gift to us 
both at Christmas.

The new unit hummed but I'd goofed after all. I should 
have stayed with Rip-Off's it's a Sin95. Rip Off 98 
sucked up too much of the new system's resources. Ok 
Well! Maybe Apple would make a comeback someday?

So life went on me lifting eyebrows in bookstores, 
computer shops, and school, my marks there were 
impressing my professors also. But I wasn't out to 
impress them, wasn't out to win them over, my target 
was much closer to home.
At home to be exact, some times anyway. My sister.

I really still loved her. She looked so cool. Was so 
cool, clothes now to suit the Queen I still thought of 
her as. 

French designer dresses, pant suits, gowns, silk 
lingerie, nylons. Oodles of clothes now filling out 
her/our dressers, closets, Italian shoes, heels, 
sandals jammed, stuffed now under her bed, perfumes 
from everywhere, but mostly France. 

Oh I had some really nice things too but my idea of 
dressing up for pleasure, love, still was a lot 
simpler, involving gold and cord. I did that alone 
waiting for my soul mate sister's more intimate 
attention. 

Then I started noticing some different things showing 
up in the apartment. A really lovely blown glass 
paperweight, a print sitting leaned up against her 
dresser still half in it's wrapping paper. Someone was 
giving Tracy gifts and it seemed just as soon as I was 
starting to ponder the ramifications of that. Laurie 
arrived in our lives, dropped into my awareness really. 
She had been in Tracy's life, arms for months. Me not 
knowing or seeing any change in my Tracy.

Spring was moving in and their love was blooming, my 
hopes though were dying on the vine.

Laurie was a sales rep for one of the firms from whom 
Tracy's boss purchased a lot of her textiles. They had 
hit it off right away and I had met her once when Tracy 
brought some friends in after work for drinks. 

She was just one of a bunch of well dressed, fairly 
well off woman around the apartment that night and I 
had taken no special note of her. But I should have. 
Tracy thought she was special and Laurie showed up 
again when Tracy and I went out for Christmas dinner. 
Tracy asked me to bring someone also but I just wanted 
to be with her, there was no one else for me. Laurie 
treated me nice but I felt like a firth wheel. Then 
Laurie and her went out together on New Years Eve.

I stayed home and surfed the net a bit then watched on 
television as the world went into a new 1,000-year 
cycle. For me it seemed 1,000 years dragged on as I 
waited for Tracy to come home. She had left me a small 
bottle of champagne out for me if I wanted a little 
celebration drink. I was so down I drank it all and 
then some Scotch left over from the X-Mas party. 

So I was sound asleep on the couch and out to the world 
when Laurie and Tracy arrived home room the party. Good 
Thing too! That was the first time that Laurie stayed 
in Tracy's room all night. I would have cried all night 
long, I sure did on all the others. 

I woke up to on the couch to find Tracy and Laurie in 
lingerie having coffee. They were in a mellow afterglow 
mood and joked with me about my head and what happened 
to all the Scotch? I put on a brave face and told them 
I was gonna get drunk every new millennium no matter 
what they thought and feinted sicker than I really was. 

Tracy and her sitting at a table talking about me, 
brought back a deja yue that was bringing me to tears. 
I excused myself and left them to each other, me to 
have another bout of crying.

In the months that followed I would lie in bed at night 
and listen to my sister and her lover's passion. I 
would put on my rings and hope that just maybe they 
would come and get me. Bring me into their world of 
moans and whimpers coming to me through the walls of 
our adjoining bedrooms. I didn't mind sharing Tracy's 
love just wanted to be part of it. But my bedroom door 
was never was opened and I would cry myself to sleep, 
shut out from that part of my love's love.
 
Continued in part 11...

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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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