Sister's Revenge

Kyra sighed and closed the door behind her. Her mother Reba looked up from unpacking groceries and smiled at her.

"Well morning there sleepy head," She said with a smile. Kyra resisted the urge to roll her eyes and smiled back at her mother.

"Morning mom," Kyra said, fighting back the anger that bubbled up in her stomach knowing Cheyenne was in the house. "how did it go?" Her mother went back to pulling things out of the brown paper bags.

"Well, You know, it's always a little hard for Cheyenne to let Van go," She said with a shrug. Kyra nodded, but she never had anything to worry about, that big goof ball loved her more than life. Although Kyra had a hard time understanding why.

"So how was your morning?" Reba asked. Kyra bit her lip, if her mother knew the half of it she would tear her hair out.

"It was okay," Kyra said, she did a quick check of her watch, almost time. Kyra felt her spine tingle as she felt a ditsy, bitchy presence enter the room.

"Morning Kyra," Cheyenne said as she walked past her. Kyra bit her lounge to stop from shaking.

"Morning," she replied. She stared after Cheyenne as she walked by. Day dreams entered her mind, the ones that would soon be reality, provided the phone rang, right...about...now. Speak of divine intervention, Kyra thought as the phone rang.

Reba pit the jar of pickles she was holding down and dashed over to the phone. Kyra smiled as she watched her mother pick it up.

"Hello?" she said in her typical welcoming fashion. "Lori-Ann," her mother almost screamed her friends name. Perfect, Kyra thought, this was the final part of her plan. Kyra's spine tingled as Cheyenne walked passed her again, but stopped behind her.

"Kyra, what's in your hair?" her sister asked her, pulling one of her flame red locks up. Kyra was about to pull away, when she noticed that even though Cheyenne only lifted one lock, a large clump of her hair stuck together.

Oh fuck, Kyra thought, he came in my hair. Kyra opened her mouth, but nothing but a small moan came out. Cheyenne dropped the lock and opened her mouth wide.

"Oh," she said, then smiled at Kyra, "you are so bad," she said in whispered tones. Bile rose in Kyra's throat, the thought of Cheyenne giving a blow job disgusted her. "Here's a tip, swallow it next time, it's not so bad," Cheyenne said with a wink. Kyra shivered, this was hell. Cheyenne smiled and casually walked into the living room. Kyra shivered again and swallowed the bile in her throat. Reba walked back over to the kitchen, her eyes wide and confused. Perfect Kyra thought, she was considering it.

"Hey mom, what did Lori-Ann say?" Kyra asked innocently. Reba sighed and looked sadly at Kyra.

"Well, she," Reba bit her lip and sighed, "asked me to go with her to a weekend spa," she finished. Kyra bit back an urge to scream at her to go. They sat in silence for a while, Kyra begging and pleading with whatever deity there was.

"What's the mater?" Cheyenne asked, walking back in the room. Kyra groaned inwardly, this bitch couldn't stay away for five seconds. Reba retold what Lori-Ann told her, and Cheyenne whistled.

"You gonna go?" she asked finally. Kyra, swallowed and looked at her sister. She hated her with all her being, but right now she could kiss her. Hmmm, Kyra thought and focused on her sisters lips, interesting.

"I don't know. I'd have to leave tomorrow, and won't be back until Monday," she said. Kyra smiled Lori-Ann was doing better than she asked, she owed her one.

"Oh come on mom, Dad and Barbra-Jean can go out on a vacation wily nilly and you can't?" Kyra asked jumping on the bandwagon. Reba looked over at her.

"I don't know, and just leave you to here alone," she asked. Kyra licked her lips at the thought. Her pussy ached, begging her for release.

"Mom," Cheyenne whined, "I'm a grown woman, I can handle it," she said. Kyra cackled in her mind, yes my pretty, you can handle it.

"Well," Reba smiled, her mind made up. Kyra hopped out of the chair she was sitting on and walked over to her mother.

"Mom, you deserve this, and we can handle it," she said. Reba sighed and shrugged.

"Well if you two are going to push me out the door, I better go pack and call Lori-Ann," she said. Kyra almost jumped out of her skin, she would definitely owe Lori-Ann.



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Kyra smiled as she lay on her back. She was naked and sweating profusely.

"Come on," She mumbled under her breath, she was lying on her bed. She was rubbing her throbbing cunt furiously with one hand and struggling to put the batteries in her rabbit vibrator. Kyra fumbled and dropped a battery.

"Fuck," she said, she glanced down longingly at the floor but refused to stop her rubbing. She groaned and stood up to look for the battery, keeping her hand rubbing her pussy.

"Where the fuck is it?" she moaned, she fell to her knees and felt around her bed for it. You'd think they'd have the batteries in this thing for the desperate girls like her. Then she found it, her hands closed around a small, cylindrical piece of metal. Kyra moaned and kissed the battery before finally maneuvering it in her long pink toy.

Kyra had waited until after her mother left before she fucked herself, and she couldn't wait another second. She kept rubbing as she eyes the toy, she didn't realize how big it was until now. She bit her lip, not sure how she was going to take it all, but she smiled, she was going to try. Kyra put the toy to her lips and shoved it on her mouth, more for pleasure than for lube, she was already soaked as it was.

Then she slowly pulled her her fingers off of her pussy and replaced them on her mouth. Her sweet juices only got her more horny as she was almost in pain. Kyra panted and grabbed her toy with both hands. With shaking hands she pressed the toy at her entrance, and with a deep breath she pushed it in to her pussy. A heavy wave of Ecstasy spread through Kyra forcing the breath from her lungs.

She gasped and pushed the toy halfway in before turning it on high. She through her head back in a silent scream as the vibrations sent pulses through her body. Kyra gasped almost crying from pleasure, she wouldn't be able to keep quiet for long. Kyra looked around the room and rested her eyes on her soaked panties. Kyra bit her lip and grabbed her underwear from the bed and balled them up. Kyra moaned as a few drips of her essence dripped on her stomach, then she shoved them in her mouth. Kyra gasped and without waiting rammed the rest of her toy in her cunt. Kyra was glad for the pantie gag as she felt herself scream as the extension of the rabbit hit her clit.

"Mfffffhh," she heard her muffled scream as she came once, then again. Oh god, was her only thought, then her world went black.

Her head snapped back up a few seconds later as she came to. Kyra giggled as she pulled out the still vibrating toy from her pussy. Kyra licked her lips and put her toy back in her mouth cleaning her juices off of her toy.

"Kyra!" Cheyenne yelled from down the stairs. Kyra was snapped out of her orgasmic bliss. Kyra checked the clock, dinner time now. She jumped off her bed and tabbed her jeans and top, the hell with the underwear she would change soon. Before she got dressed she pulled her ruined underwear from her mouth. Kyra pulled her clothes on and ran down the stairs, but before she did she grabbed two red pills from her bed stand. Cheyenne was bent over looking the cabinet. She was hungry, and no way she could cook. Kyra licked her lips as she saw her sisters firm ass, it was hers now, and she knew what to do with it.

"What?" Kyra asked in a fake whiny tone. Cheyenne turned around and looked at her.

"We don't have anything to eat," she said. Kyra rolled her eyes as she saw the packed shelves. Cheyenne was useless, except maybe for fucking.

"Oh get out, I'll make dinner," Kyra said pushing her sister out of the room. Kyra smiled as Cheyenne plopped down on the couch and watched some TV.



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Kyra looked down at her finished meal. A simple dinner at spaghetti and tomato sauce. Not bad, not good but not bad. But it had a little something in it, chili sauce.

Kyra then grabbed a glass of Cheyenne's favorite drink, grape soda. Kyra pulled the two pills from her pocket. These were her only chance, she kissed them and dropped them in the drink. They bubbled and dissolved in a fizz. Kyra grabbed a bowl and Cheyenne's glass and carried them in to the room.

"I didn't know you could cook," Cheyenne said as she took the bowl and glass. "What is it?" Kyra grumbled and rolled her eyes.

"Just eat it," she said. Kyra spun and walked back into the kitchen. She served herself a bowl and ate it like a ravenous dog. she was going to need her strength. Kyra waited, watching her sister through the doorway. She took a few bites, then threw the bowl down and dove for her glass. Kyra smiled as she watched Cheyenne drain the glass in a few gulps. She slammed the glass down and fell against the couch panting.

"Damn Kyra, what's in this?" she asked. Kyra didn't respond, but just slurped her spaghetti. Cheyenne didn't say anything else, she just sat slumped against the couch. Kyra waited with bated breath. After a few minutes, she jumped up and ran over to her sister. Cheyenne was out, eyes closed, mouth open.

"Cheyenne?" Kyra asked, she didn't respond. Kyra asked again, louder this time. Still nothing. Kyra reached over and shook her sister violently, nothing. Kyra's legs trembled this was it, it was going to happen.

Kyra felt a sudden wave of anger wash over her, this was the source of all her pain. Kyra shook, and slapped Cheyenne with all her might. The blond slumped over but didn't respond. Good, Kyra thought, she checked her watch and smiled. Cheyenne would wake in three hours, and then she was Kyra's for another seventy two.