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Bree frowns at you but stubbornly doesn't reply. You were only trying to scare her into sharing, but she seems intent on calling your bluff. But are you bluffing? | Bree frowns at you but stubbornly doesn't reply. You were only trying to scare her into sharing, but she seems intent on calling your bluff. But are you bluffing? | ||
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Latest revision as of 04:29, 19 August 2021
"Woah sis, hold up," you call out before she can close her door. When you catch up she's hiding behind it, just inside her room. She doesn't say anything, just cowers warily, so you continue. "What happened last night anyway?"
"Huh? I dunno. It was just a sleepover."
"Well I could see your butt plug, wherever that came from, so obvi-"
"Riley!"
"-ously last night was pretty crazy. So what happened?"
"I'm not telling!" pouts Bree and she tries to close the door in your face. You throw a hand up and kick your foot forward to keep it open, Bree grunting as she shoves. "Just leave... me alone!"
"Sure, after you tell me why there's a sex toy in your butt!"
"It's none of your business!" Bree runs from the door, throwing herself face first onto her bed. Leering in from the hall you can still see the jewel just above her thighs, the wedged gem forcing her round little cheeks apart just enough to be visible to you. What you wouldn't give to follow the scrawled instructions on either side of it.
"C'mon, don't be a jerk about it. How am I supposed to know what happened? I wasn't here last night."
"Yeah! I know!" she grumbles, her face in her pillow.
She's usually not this grumpy. It's true that you're not just hitting her with "how was school" but she was excited to share her last sleepover dare with you, at least once she knew she could confide in you. You don't understand why this would be different. Maybe Carol has the right idea by punishing first and sorting through the rest later. That's not how mom would do it, and Mrs. Callahan isn't exactly normal, but there might be a method to her madness.
You slowly take a few steps into your sister's room. "If you won't tell me, then... maybe you need to be grounded like Kylie."
Bree curls her body to look back at you. "What? What do yo-"
"If you're gonna disobey me," you jump in, trying to sound authoritative, "then I'll give you punishments until you decide to listen. I'm in charge this weekend, remember? Don't think I won't do it either, I totally will. So just tell me what happened... unless you feel like getting punished."
Bree frowns at you but stubbornly doesn't reply. You were only trying to scare her into sharing, but she seems intent on calling your bluff. But are you bluffing?