Cindy's sister gets hurt and Cindy is out for revenge. Interlaced in the story are URLs to pictures that go along with the story.
Payback is a Bitch 1 – The Initial Crime
Cindy's sister gets hurt and Cindy is out for revenge. Interlaced in the story are URLs to pictures that go along with the story.
"Guess what Cindy," Margaret yelled out. "Bradley and I are getting married."
"What? When? I mean that's great," I screamed. "You have to tell me all about it."
Hi, I'm Cindy, a 15-year-old sophomore in high school. I am 5 feet 2 inches tall, 110 pounds, 32x22x32 with B-cup breasts. My breasts are really unusual. They are nice and firm but the area underneath the areola rises up a bit, almost like a mini-breast. Then my nipples rise up out of that. All in all I have slightly bigger breasts than what I would like at my age and size. They tend to get me more attention than less and actually look pretty good on my thin frame. My straight dark hair falls just over the shoulders. Green eyes and long lashes complete the look.
I don't want to put my actual picture here but this is a picture of a girl that has breasts like me. I guess she looks a bit like me too:
My sister Margaret is 17 and a senior at my high school. She is a bit on the homely side. At 5 feet 5 inches, her 115 pounds doesn't fill her out much. She has dishwater blond hair that she keeps in a pony tail. I think her blue eyes give her a pretty look but most would say she just looks plain. Maybe I think she is pretty because she is my sister and always kind to me, or maybe I feel sorry for her. But I have always loved her and look out for her. It seems silly that the younger sister watches out over the older but that's what I have always done. She's not the smartest kid around, maybe even a little slow at times. But I love her and won't ever let anything or anyone hurt her.
Here's a shot of a girl that looks just like her:
When my sister got a boyfriend I was really happy for her. Bradley is certainly not my type but Margaret adores him and he is good to her. They had talked of getting married one day. It's so cute. Margaret deserves a good man in her life. God knows our dad wasn't one to my mom, or much of a father to us kids either. He is drunk most of the time. I don't understand why Mom didn't divorce him years ago. She holds down two jobs just to keep us afloat while my dad does odd jobs whenever he feels like it.
Once when my dad was drunk he tried to assault Margaret sexually. I went in there with a kitchen knife and made him back off. I told him that the only reason I didn't kill him on the spot was that he was drunk. But if I ever caught him trying that again to either of us that I would cut off his dick and shove it down his throat. I wasn't kidding and he knew it. He hasn't tried anything since, drunk or sober. Margaret wouldn't have stopped him but I don't take that kind of crap from anyone. I wasn't going to let him hurt Margaret. I guess you could say I belong to a dysfunctional family but we survive.
I was so happy for Margaret. We spent that evening talking all about her and Bradley, about them getting married after high school. Bradley may not be a big jock but his dad owns a small local grocery store and Bradley is being primed to take over the business. He and Margaret will do fine.
My best friend is a schoolmate of mine, Kathy, who is also 15 like me. She's a little bigger than me, both in size and height. And she is just as loud and a whole lot of fun. It is strange that we would become best friends. She is from the perfect family. Her father is the district attorney. Her mother a college professor. Here is a shot of two girls that look just like Kathy and I, her on the left, me on the right.
Kathy has an older sister, Brittany, who is also a senior in high school the same age as my sister Margaret. But unlike Margaret, Brittany is the queen of the ball. She is like one of the most popular girls at school. I'm a girl and even I think she is gorgeous. She always has guys around, falling all over her. She doesn't seem to mind, even though she has Alex, some football jock, as her boyfriend. He thinks it is funny that all the guys suck up to her because he is the one that gets to take her home, so to speak. I saw her naked once in the girls locker room, her with her perfect tits, not those kind where the nipples are all shrunken but full. I couldn't help but stare. She looks just like this.
There is some girl-gossip about how Brittany has taken down a guy or two from other girls and then thrown them away, just to prove that she can, to show the girls that she is better than them. But you can't believe everything you hear and she certainly didn't look evil.
I actually got to know Alex, Brittany's boyfriend, a little bit because he was over at Kathy's to see Brittany a lot while I was there. He was a really nice guy and we joked back and forth some. He is a foot taller than me and would tease me, saying how he would like to put me in his pocket like a toy and take me home. I would tell him he couldn't handle this toy because I played too rough for him. He'd say that he liked it rough. I told him I did too. We would laugh and then say it all over again the next time I saw him. We tried to keep it quiet but Brittany would sometimes catch some of our banter. She never liked it much and would give me dirty looks. Kathy warned me once that I should be careful, that her sister could be mean sometimes but I just laughed it off. That was until one day when I was over there when Alex was there. We had gone through our normal teasing but this time he tickled me to the floor. As I thought about it I realized that our joking had taken on a bit of touching and playing around, a little more with each time. I wondered where it would eventually lead. A girl can fantasize can't she?
A little later I overheard Brittany and Alex talking. "I want you to leave that little bitch Cindy alone."
"Why? She's just a kid," Alex replied. "Fuck, you're jealous aren't you?"
"Of that little piece of shit? Hardly. I just don't want you to get caught up with her," she explained. "It wouldn't be good for your image. And it would be illegal as hell since you are now 18 and she is only 15."
"Brittany's jealous, Brittany's jealous," Alex chanted, half laughing.
"Fuck you Alex. I'm warning you, stay away from her or you'll regret it, and so will she," Brittany warned him.
After Alex left, Brittany cornered me when Kathy wasn't in ear shot. "You little bitch," she called me. "If you don't back off of Alex I'll make your life a living hell. You'll wish you never heard of me. I'll take down you and your whole family." Then she walked away. I was stunned. I told Kathy I had to leave and then took off for home. I knew she could be mean but that was over the top. The look on her face was pure evil. I believed every word she said.
One day after school, a couple of weeks after my run-in with Brittany, I overheard my sister crying. But before I got to her room she began talking and I realized her boyfriend Bradley was there, so I waited in the hallway and just listened.
"How could you Bradley?" Margaret cried. "I loved you."
"I didn't mean for it to happen," he replied. "It just did."
"But with Brittany? Do you hate me that much? I'll be the laughing stock of the whole school. We were going to save ourselves for each other," she cried. "We were going to be each other's first time. Why did you do it?"
"Brittany said she heard I was good with computers and wondered if I could come over after school and help her with hers. When I got there she, well she seduced me Margaret. I couldn't help myself. She was all over me. Then when it was over she turned on me. She said I was pathetic, the worst she had ever had. She said that I didn't deserve anyone and didn't understand why you wanted me, but wouldn't want me, now that I was used goods. She kicked me out of her house. I guess she told people at school because some of the kids were laughing at me the next day.
"I hate Brittany," Margaret said. "I wish she was dead, her with her perfect family, and perfect boyfriend. If I was pretty I would do to him, what's his name, Alex, what she did to me, to you, to us." That's when I walked away. I had heard enough. I knew this was my fault.
Well Margaret may not be able to do what she suggested, to take down Alex, but I sure the hell could. Now I hated Brittany too and would exact my revenge on her for hurting my sister Margaret. But I knew that having Alex fuck me wouldn't have the same effect on her as it did on Margaret. Brittany would just laugh it off, maybe even view it as another triumph against our family. There had to be more to it. I had to have a plan.
It took several days to work out the details, and I still didn't have everything planned, but I had a good start. I kept going over to Kathy's house but I cooled it with Alex, making an obvious show of ignoring him, even shunning him. I wanted him confused. Once I stared at him and then let my eyes go to Brittany who had her back to me at the time. I repeated it a couple of times to make it look like I was pointing to her with my eyes.
Later that afternoon he caught me alone for a minute and asked, "What the hell is going on? You've avoided me for weeks."
I glanced around looking to see if Brittany was near. She wasn't. "Not now. Not here. Call me."
I didn't see him the rest of the day. But that night I got a call. "OK Cindy, now tell me, what's going on? How come you have been avoiding me lately?"
"I don't want to talk about it over the phone, Alex," I told him. "In person, alone."
"Well it's too cold to sit in the car," he reasoned. "I'm coming over there."
"No, you can't. My dad is here, and my sister," I objected.
"Well if you don't mind being alone with me that leaves my place," he said. "I'm home alone this weekend. I'll pick you up."
"No, I know where you live," I said. "I'll come over there. It's not that far and I'll bundle up really warm. I'll see you in less than half an hour." He agreed and we hung up. My heart was beating fast. Everything was going as planned. But being able to be alone with him at his house was happening sooner than I expected. I would get to the meat of my plan, so to speak, right away.
I grabbed my backpack, put a few things into it just in case I got to stay longer than I hoped, and then went to Margaret's room. "It's Friday. I'm spending the night with a friend. If Mom doesn't notice don't tell her. I'll be back in the morning in either case. I love you." I didn't let Margaret even ask who I was staying with. I would have lied had she asked. But it was better this way, her not knowing anything more than I was with a friend. I didn't even tell her that it was a girlfriend. She could just assume that. I would let the chips fall where they may afterward.
Grabbing my coat and gloves I hopped on my bike and headed over to Alex's house. I was thrilled that I was going to be alone with him, me a little 15-year-old girl and Alex, an 18-year-old stud senior, the boyfriend to the girl that hurt my sister. Alex, the guy that every girl in school would die to be with was about to be with me. And of course I wouldn't be able to stop him, no matter what he tried to do to me. I'm only 15, young, impressionable, oh, and hot as hell. And I knew it. I knew that he wouldn't be able to resist me tonight. I wouldn't let him.
"You really did ride your bike over here you crazy girl," he exclaimed as he hid it on his porch and brought me inside. "Your face is ice cold, get over by the fireplace." He directed me to the living room. Slipping off my gloves and coat he had me stand in front of the fireplace, taking in the heat blown out by a fan at the bottom. It was one of those gas fireplaces that look real but the wood never burns. It felt good. He stepped away and a minute later brought me something to drink.
"Here, this will warm you up," he said as he handed me a warm coffee cup. "It's hot chocolate, with a dash of Baileys."
I smiled. "What are you trying to do, get me drunk so you can have your way with me?"
"The thought did cross my mind," he joked back. "But I'm really just trying to get you relaxed so you can tell me what has been happening. You have been tied up in knots for weeks. Is it something I said, something I did, what?"
I took a sip of the chocolate. It was warm going down, with a faint burning sensation. I liked it. "All this buildup as if you did something wrong when it wasn't you at all. And when I tell you then you are just going to laugh it off, or hate me for it."
"I could never hate you for anything Cindy," he interrupted. "I like you, a lot. You're fun to be around, well you were until recently. So tell me. Whatever it is I promise you I will never hate you for it. God, just the opposite."
This was going to be easier than I expected. This guy wanted me, in all ways possible. It was obvious in his words, but even more so in his eyes. This was going to be fun. Though I had several possible plans at this point I decided the truth would work best for me, knowing now how bad he wanted me. I put on a sad face and began my explanation. "OK, here goes, but you promise not to hate me?"
"There is nothing you could do Cindy that could make me hate you," he countered.
What a perfect opening to tease him about me being a bad girl for him, but I held it to myself, maybe later perhaps. Now was the time to be sad and scared. "Well it involves your girlfriend Brittany. And I know how much you love her and all. Well I would never say anything bad about her, especially to you, except," I hesitated, took another sip of the spiked chocolate, felt the warmth go down my throat, and warm my chest.
"Listen, I know Brittany can be a bitch sometimes, so there isn't anything you can say that is off limits right now. Just tell me the truth, the whole truth. What did she do?"
"Well I think she didn't like it much that you and I kidded around with each other." Alex was shaking his head as if he knew. Of course he knew. I overheard Brittany arguing with him once about it.
"Yes, I know. Brittany can be a bit jealous at times," Alex confirmed.
"About a month ago, when I was over there but after you left she came up to me and told me to leave you alone. She was pretty mad and threatened me saying I'd be sorry if I didn't back off, even calling me a few choice words."
Alex sat down next to me and hugged me. "I'm so sorry," he comforted me. "Brittany can be such a witch. But she's mostly hot air."
"You didn't see the look in her eyes, Alex. I knew she meant business but I ignored her. I kept joking with you."
"But why if you thought she was serious?" he asked me.
I blushed and said, "Because I like you too, I guess."
He smiled and hugged me again. "But everything's OK now, right?"
"I wished." Continuing with my story, "My sister Margaret, she's 17 like Brittany, has a boyfriend named Bradley. They were in love and going to get married after high school. Now I'm not so sure."
"What happened?" Alex asked.
"Brittany happened. In order to teach me a lesson she hurt my sister Margaret."
"Tell me what she did," Alex demanded in a stern voice.
"You'll hate me. I can hear it in your voice already," I told him.
"Not you, but Brittany. Tell me what she did Cindy."
"She got Bradley over to her house to fix her computer and then she seduced him. She had sex with him. She took his virginity when he and Margaret were saving themselves for each other. She did it to hurt me, knowing how much I loved my sister." I was crying real tears now. I didn't have to fake being hurt because I really was hurt by what Brittany did. That's what made this plan work so well. It was all true, what I was telling Alex, the words, the emotions, everything.
I realized I was crying with my face against Alex's chest, his strong arms around me, his chin on top of my head.
I tipped my head up to look at him. "I'm sorry for being mad at your girlfriend. I'm sorry for crying."
"Stop that. You have a right to be mad. You can cry all you want and I'll just kiss your tears away," he told me as he kissed a tear just underneath my eye, then another on the other side of my nose.
I tried to smile as a tear rolled over my upper lip. He leaned down and caught that one too, lingering there a little more than he needed. I stretched my neck upwards pressing my lips to his. He leaned me back fully onto the carpet in front of the fireplace and kissed me for real. It was glorious. I wasn't sure I would be able to complete my plan as I originally hoped. He opened his mouth to me and I followed his lead, doing what he did. His tongue entered my mouth exploring, sparring with mine, all the while sucking the breath out of me. I rolled him over and took control holding his head between my hands, my fingers in his hair, my mouth sealed to his.
Finally he pushed me away exclaiming, "I need air."
"Oh, I'm so sorry. I don't know what I'm doing. I am so inexperienced. I shouldn't have done that. Oh no, Brittany's going to hate me now."
"Don't you worry about that evil bitch," he said. "You are doing just fine, fantastic in fact." I smiled and downed the rest of my chocolate. I felt a wave of dizziness roll over me and then it was gone. I reached over and grabbed Alex's chocolate and drank it too."
"Wait," he yelled, but I just ignored him and kept drinking. "That's much stronger than yours. It's, well, it's too late now."
I felt really dizzy now but wanted to get on with my plan. "To hell with Brittany," I exclaimed as I grabbed Alex's t-shirt and pulled it up over his head. He didn't resist at all. He let me remove the rest of his clothes without a word. He then led me to his bedroom. It was a normal teenage boy's bedroom. Twin bed, chest of drawers, large computer desk and chair, and an exercise machine. He stripped off my clothes, all but my blue panties. I sat down in the chair and pulled him to me. Alex was tall and well built. His erection was impressive to me but I hadn't seen but a few in my lifetime and they were just pictures. This was my first like this but I knew what to do.
I wrapped my fingers around his shaft and leaned down. With my tongue wet with saliva I took the head of his shaft into my mouth, getting it plenty wet. Then slowly I worked my mouth downward, just a little and then back up, repeating and going farther down each time until I couldn't take any more into my mouth. He groaned in pleasure as I played with him, sucking his shaft, sliding my teeth across it, rubbing my tongue all over. Sometimes fast, sometimes slow, sometimes just holding onto the head playing with it with my tongue, sucking hard, then light.
Here's a short video I found of what it probably looked like.
"Oh God in heaven, Cindy, you are the best at this that I have ever had."
I pulled my head away long enough to ask, "Even better than Brittany?" I quickly took his shaft back in my mouth and pushed it farther into my mouth than I had ever done yet. I felt it slide partway into my throat. I quickly pulled it out a bit so that I could easily move it in and out of my mouth.
"Oh shit yes," Alex yelled when I had him deep inside. "Excuse my language, but I can't hold it much longer if you keep that up."
It was the approval I needed to spur me on. I drove him deep again, further than before. Then out for a bit. I was so close to getting him all the way in. I wanted to see if I could keep him there so I took a deep breath and pushed his shaft deep into my mouth and partway down my throat. My lips touched near the base of his shaft, his curly hairs tickling my nose.
Then I felt his hands behind my head pushing my face hard against his body, his erection even deeper down my throat. That's when he came. I felt his shaft go even more rigid than it already was. I felt his cum stream through that shaft as it shot directly down my throat, into my waiting stomach. I didn't choke but the breath I had taken was running out. Fortunately Alex finished and let go of my head. I quickly pulled off, gasping for air.
Alex was out of breath too and he hadn't even done anything. "Never in all my wildest dreams would I have thought that it could be like that with anyone, let alone with you."
He was going limp and I didn't want him limp, not yet. I played with his dick, licking it, squeezing it. "You dream about me?" I asked, continuing to play with his penis.
"All the time," he said.
"Why dream when you can have the real thing?" I asked, noticing that my work on his shaft was already starting to have an affect. But when I said that it gave a quick jerk coming even more to life.
"It's time for you to remove the last of your clothes," his hand touching my panties. A moment later I was totally nude. He easily lifted me up and laid me back onto the corner of his computer desk. He stood between me spreading my legs apart and rubbed his new erection across my opening. I was wet with anticipation. He didn't mention anything about a condom but I knew where I was in my cycle and wasn't worried. A week from now would have been a different story, but tonight I was safe. He never asked me if this was my first time or not. I don't know what he was thinking, other than he probably just wanted to fuck me. It was my first time. I was a virgin. Taking me by the hips he rammed his hard shaft deep inside of me, piercing my hymen in one easy stroke. It hurt but I never let on. I let him take me from the front, stroking hard and deep inside of me. The pain soon left, replaced by a growing buildup of pleasure as he rocked my body back and forth on his desk.
This is what it looked like.
Stopping abruptly he pulled out of me and flipped me over. With my legs spread apart he pierced me again, pushing hard and deep, again and again. I was letting out a groan with each thrust now as my body got more and more tense. It was the most wonderful feeling I had ever had. I never wanted it to stop.
Here is another view.
Suddenly something happened to me. It was as if every inch of my body, both inside and out, was hit with needles. Then an explosion of intense light shot out from my stomach outward to the ends of my fingers, and toes, and head. Every muscle in my body was tightened up for one long moment. Still I could feel the pounding inside of me, the thrusting of Alex as he continued to ram me from behind. Then that too stopped with him deep inside of me, filling me with his cum. That's when the wave rushed over my body once again. I closed my eyes as my body went rigid and then relaxed. Hot, I felt so hot until Alex pulled out and a for a moment I felt cool air on my bottom. It was incredible. It was fantastic. I had just been fucked for the first time in my life and I loved it. I wondered why I had waited so long. If Alex felt anything like what I just felt, well he must be in heaven right now.
I thought about Bradley, fucking Brittany. I wondered what it was like for him, to fuck the most popular girl in school. I didn't feel so sorry for him anymore. I felt more sorry for Margaret for not ever having felt this before.
Alex stumbled backwards, falling onto his bed. Looking at him I knew he loved it too. But my plan, I couldn't forget about my plan. I quickly put my panties back on and then my jeans. I didn't want to lose the cum I had inside of me.
"What are you doing?" Alex asked. "You're not leaving are you?"
"I figured you got what you wanted," I explained. "Isn't that what you guys do, you fuck and run? I just thought I'd beat you to it."
"Are you kidding me? That was the best fuck I've ever had," he shouted.
"Yea, you say that now, but the next girl comes along and suddenly she's the best fuck," I told him.
"No, it's the truth. You're way better than Brittany, that's for sure," he said.
"You mean you might want to do this again sometime?" I asked hopefully.
"Yes, in fact I'm not done yet tonight Cindy, are you?"
"As much as I want this to last all night," I began, and I had come prepared for just that possibility, I decided to alter my plans, "I do need to get home before my mom gets home from work."
"Well I'm driving, no arguments," he stated.
We both finished getting dressed and were soon off home, my bike in the trunk of his car. "I'm thinking that just to keep things on an even keel, we probably shouldn't talk to each other when we see each other at Brittany's. I'll just spend time with Kathy and you with Brittany. Then we'll just get together whenever we can."
"That sounds like a good plan, as long as I get to keep seeing you," he said.
I had him wrapped around my finger. We pulled up to my house and I had him kill the engine and glide into the driveway. We made out for a while. I sure loved kissing this guy. But I wanted more of his cum. I reached down and flipped the seat latch that made my seat fall backwards into a horizontal position. Alex didn't waste any time in undoing my jeans. He pulled them down over my butt, panties too, and partway down my legs. But he didn't pull them off. He pushed my legs back towards my head, exposing my wet pussy to him. Dropping his own pants enough to free himself he pushed his throbbing cock into my opening. Then he fucked me one last time that night, giving me a full load of his cum. I didn't climax as before, but just thought about what I was going to do next. When he was done and pulled out of me I quickly pulled up my panties and jeans.
Here's a picture of what it looked like, him fucking me with my jeans still mostly on.
Alex decided to get serious. "I'm sorry about what Brittany did. I can't take it back. I wish I could. I wish I could even the score somehow."
"Do you really mean that, about evening the score?" I asked him.
"Of course. I feel awful what she did to you, Bradley and your sister," he said.
"I have an idea. What if you did something to her sister? Would she care?" I asked.
"If it made her look bad then yes, she would care."
"What if you fucked Kathy and leaked word out that she was a better fuck than Brittany?" I asked.
"Yes that would do it," he said.
"But not yet," I broke in. "I have a more devious plan. I need you to introduce me to Brittany's dad. I have never met him.
"Oh no, you can't be serious, if you're thinking what I think you're thinking," Alex mused out loud. I just smiled. "I sure wouldn't want you as my enemy."
"I told you that I play rough." I kissed him again. "Got to go." Then I climbed out. He got my bike out and then drove off.