Yes/Chad/Join Gwen in the bathroom
The Dana-Gary situation can wait. You smoking hot sister obviously has plans, and you aren't about to miss out on them. You follow her as she walks past the popular kids. No one bothers her, even though skaters are normally targets, she is your sister after all. You can see that Dana has something planned as you get closer, but you really don't have time for it right now. Under your breath you say to the picnic table she is sitting on like she was queen, "Hey table, are you going to fall apart right now?" As soon as you're done whispering there is a brief groan from the table, and it collapses under the traitors of the popular clan to the laughs of the loyalists.
"Woah," you say as you pass by, "tough break." Gary is scrambling to help Dana out of the rubble while she is screaming in frustration and yelling at him. You almost feel sorry for the turncoat.
You enter the school and barely see your sister as she turns the corner. You trot a bit to catch up, and barely see her as she enters the girl's bathroom. Looking around to make sure the halls are empty, which is the norm this early before class starts, you dash into the bathroom behind her. As you enter the bathroom and the door swings shut behind you, you see Gwen sitting on the sink counter twirling her panties in her right hand.
"I didn't get you last night," she says. "How are you going to make it up to me before class starts."
Barely over ten minutes. If it can be done, you're the one to do it. You quickly close the distance and kiss your sister passionately while simultaneously opening your fly and fishing out your raging hard cock. She kisses you back, hard, and scoots her ass closer to the front of the counter. You aim your cock at her very damp cunt, and taking a cue from the way she's acting shove it into her moist box in a single stroke. You feel the unmistakable tearing of her hymen as she somehow simultaneously hisses in pain and moans in pleasure.
"God," you say, "I'm sorry Gwen. Why didn't you tell me?"
"Just fuck me, poser."
You take that to mean she's fine, and start plunging into your sister's pussy. She wraps her legs around you, and leans back until her back is against the mirror, grunting as you pound her pussy.
"Yeah," she moans, "this is soooo much better. This is the brother I always wanted; a man who knows what he wants and takes it . . . but isn't an ass about it. Now fuck me!"
"God Gwen, you're so tight," you say as you keep up the pace.
"Yeeess. I've been saving it for you. Not the poser you were . . . oh god . . . but, but . . . ah, the man you are now."
"That's not me," you say as you continue fucking your sister, "that's the power."
She grabs you by the hair and pulls you toward her. It doesn't hurt at all, but it drives the point home. "The power just woke him up. Now . . . oh god . . . now he's out. You could loose your power . . . fuck, fuck, oh god . . . you could loose it now, but you-ou-ou-ou . . . fuck, you'd still be him." Has the power really changed you? Were you really so different before? You find it hard to think through the question. You slam into your sister as she thrusts her hips toward you, each of you fucking the other with animalistic passion. "Now . . . fuck . . . ask me if I'm cumming."
"Are you cumming, Gwen?"
"God yes! Fuck fuck fuck!" She spasms on your cock, sending torrents of pleasure through your cock all the way back to your spine. If you weren't in direct control of your orgasms, you are sure it would have sent you off. She continues to fuck you, stiffening with each of her orgasmic contractions. "Ask again."
"Are you . . . still cumming . . . Ugh, sis?" you grunt.
"Yes! Fuck yes!" She starts bucking more violently as her vaginal walls convulse once more in powerful orgasm.
"You're cumming . . . again aren't you?" you throw in for good measure. She babbles incoherently and you continue to plunge into her spasming depths. She writhes and twitches, sending waves of pleasure through your whole body. You consider giving her another, but the ones she has had were so powerful, you decide against it. You push yourself into her as deeply as you can, barely feeling your glans kissing her cervix, and set free the orgasm you have been holding back, shooting off what feels like gallons of incestuous sperm deep into your sister.
"You're ovulating aren't you Gwen?" you ask, holding her close.
"Mmmm," she says, panting and heaving. You hold her for a while as she continues to shiver and pant. She slowly comes down from her epic orgasm, and whispers in your ear, "I'm still going to call you a poser, you know."
"Yeah," you say softly, "I know." Just then you hear the first bell, indicating it's time to make your way to class. You are both disheveled, sweaty messes. As you extricate yourselves, you notice that you are not alone. At the entrance of the bathroom is a nerdy, bespectacled girl that you've seen before, but do not know by name, staring on in shock . . . and awe. She has no fashion sense, and doesn't tend her appearance, but you can tell there is an attractive girl hiding in there somewhere.
Well, this complicates things.
How do you deal with this situation?