Life as a good little girl/Following dream-Tiff's urgings you go in search of a cock substitute
From Create Your Own Story
Tiffany's words echo in your head as you sit on the toilet.
"I bet you're faking it."
If Tiffany really did think you were faking you'd not only lose her as a friend, you'd be ruined at school. Which meant you HAD to be a slut. A whore. A hooker.
Without realizing it your hand drifted down between your legs and started rubbing softly along your moist folds.
At this time of night you were normally a zombie, sleeping like the dead, or having vivid sex dream – well, dreams, but lately they've been all about you as the star of the rough gang bang videos your brothers love. Now, perhaps jump-started by your dilemma your brain woke up enough to suggest a solution - if you weren't going to lose your virginity, you could at least try to find a substitute that would help you sound knowledgeable.
The more you think about it, the more it seems like giving your step-brother both a hand-job and a blow-job was actually a good thing. You even find yourself thinking that you should do it again sometime.
Not that you would. Well, maybe... No, never! You had to find another way. A cock-substitute. But what?
Blearily you look around the room, but nothing stands out as an obvious substitute for a dick. At least not an average one. Matt's dick was maybe six inches, but the porn movies showed the average was probably around eight inches, and much thicker.
Deciding to go farther afield you wander out of the bathroom and sneak past your parent's bedroom toward the kitchen. Normally you slip on an old bathrobe at night. It was short and barely closed, but it meant you weren't naked. Now you were, and intensely aware that any of your family could come and spot you. Hurrying forward you pass your parents door until you're standing at the entrance to the kitchen.
Not really sure what you're looking for you stand cluelessly in the middle off the room. With your night vision still ruined by your bedroom's light you can only make out the shapes of the table, counter, stove, and fridge.
"Fridge," you mutter, and step forward to grasp the handle, pulling the door of the refrigerator open.
Blinding light scorches your eyes, and you raise a hand as a shield for a moment.
Thanks to the way the door opens the light from the fridge shines away from the corridor leading to the bedrooms. You smile at your cleverness, even as you welcome the fridge's cool air as it bathes your overly warm body.
While you're basking in the cool air you take advantage of the light and start looking around the kitchen for your cock substitute.
Life as a good little girl/A few other things catch your eye
Life as a good little girl/Nothing you see really appeals to you so you go back to bed
