The Step-Sister, Chapter Two
Chapter Two
Her entire bedroom was empty.
Like, empty empty. Her bed and desk were still there, but even those had been stripped of anything personal. Claudia’s comforter had been removed, as had the sheets and pillows, leaving nothing but a bare mattress sitting on her bed frame. The desk was just that–a desk. No lamp, no wrinkled stack of clean clothes that had recently been dumped there after their cycle in the dryer, and not a single electronic to be seen. The drawer was likely emptied as well, but Claudia raced over and yanked it open anyway.
Nothing. All of her personal things were missing, including a number of inappropriate items. Steadying herself on the desk for a moment, she took a deep breath and tried to slow down frantic thumping of her heart. What was going on?! It was less about the bare room, and more about the nerve-wracking knowledge of what had been hidden all around the place. Sex toys, condoms, a fake ID, alcohol, ‘borrowed’ assignments; those were just a few of the things that sprang to mind. While Claudia was pretty open about her sex life, that didn’t mean she wanted her parents seeing all her private things. The other stuff was bad, too. If she was turned in for cheating, that could screw with a few of her barely passing grades. Every fleeting projection hit her like a truck, and she actually thought she was going to throw up for a second.
A buzz from her pocket broke her out of the mental spiral. “Fuck,” Claudia muttered to herself. It was probably her friends, wondering when she’d be back. While she normally prided herself as a girl who played it cool and never gave a shit, it was going to take a lot to keep it together this weekend while trying to figure out why her parents would do something like this. The good news was, they were gone all weekend, but that just meant a serious lecture looming on her horizon. But why hadn’t they talked to her first? This was so extreme. It was obviously her step-mother’s idea, but why hadn’t her dad defended Claudia, or at least given her a chance to fix whatever it was they considered the problem. Also, what /was/ the problem? Curfew? Grades? Did they finally figure out that Claudia had been fucking girls left and right right under their noses? Not knowing was a frustrating addition to the already horrible surprise she was just hit with.
It wasn’t one of her friends calling, however. It was Sara.
Normally, Claudia would have let it go to voicemail, like she intended to do pretty much all weekend while enjoying her freedom. But there was always the chance that Sara’s mother had said something about all this, and any bit of information would be better than being in the dark. Picking up the phone, Claudia realized belatedly that she had no idea what to say. She felt way off her game at the moment. “What?” she bluntly asked. Nothing more clever came to mind.
“Hey, sis!” Sara exclaimed. Even over the phone, her preppy voice was grating. “You don’t look so hot. Maybe you should have gotten here by 3:30, like I told you to.”
It took a moment for the words to sink in. The implication wasn’t particularly subtle, but Claudia had been so stuck on the assumption that this had been her parents’ doing that shifting to a different train of thought required a few seconds of processing. And, even when she got there, she didn’t believe it. “Bullshit,” she spat. There was no way her step-sister would be this brazen, and it also would have been impossible to clear out Claudia’s whole room in the hour or two she was at the skatepark. “Sara, spill.”
Her sister didn’t say anything for a few seconds. Finally breaking the silence with a small giggle, she said, “Why do you dress like that? Is it to look edgy, or is it a coded beacon to all the other lesbians in town?”
Claudia’s jaw dropped. Lips slightly parted in surprise, she found herself at a total loss for words. Sure, they went to school together, but she had always held onto the hope that Sara didn’t know. The two of them existed in completely different circles, and it’s not like Claudia had ever made a pass at those preppy, prudish girls. “Sara-” she began. Honestly, it mattered a lot less that Sarah knew. The bigger question was whether or not she had told anybody. Was this the reason behind the extreme punishment of all Claudia’s things being taken? “Spill.” Rather than letting herself get baited, she pushed for the question that had been avoided.
“You look surprised. Honestly, I don’t know why. I’ve known from the start. People /love/ to gossip, especially when the new girl in town asks for dirt on her mysterious sister. And no, I haven’t told Mike, or my mom. You’re welcome.”
It was only then that something else from Sara’s greeting a minute ago registered. She had commented on how Claudia looked, and had been doing the same thing ever since. Mentioning Claudia’s outfit, and now her expression. It’s not like her sister was watching from the closet, as her voice would have given away her location. And, now that Claudia was glancing that way, she could see that the closet doors were open and every piece of clothing had been removed. It was fucking insane. Focusing up, Claudia walked over to her window and glanced at the house across the street and the nearby copse of trees. No way her uptight sister would risk climbing a tree and potentially ruining one of her precious skirts.
“It’s not that difficult, Claudia,” Sara said, “I told you, mom put me in charge for the weekend. That means I need to keep an eye on you. Now, you’re a smart girl when you apply yourself. Now, how do I know that you’re holding your phone in your left hand and looking out the window?”
‘Because you can see me at the window.’ Stupid. Claudia stepped out of view to prove the theory and wishfully went to see if any if maybe her bedside drawer had been spared. She only made it halfway before spotting something out of the corner of her eye. Turning to get a better look, she gasped more loudly than when discovering the empty room. There was a /camera/ in the upper corner by her closet.
“What the FUCK, Sara?!” she exclaimed. Staring right at the invasion of privacy, Claudia’s first thought–after pushing past the infinite offense taken–was how long that had been there. Just last night, she had pleasured herself to an erotic story paired with a few pictures of hot girls to round things off. If her parents had installed it and seen the footage, Claudia would have to run away from home and start a new life. But if it really was Sara, that presented a whole host of different problems.
No, Claudia would have noticed it. Even though there was no cord, as it was one of the round ones that probably had a solid battery life, it had still been decently easy to notice in her peripherals. This was new.
“Mm hmm.” Sara’s voice was annoyingly smug. “Now, before you go taking that down and destroying it with a hammer, listen up. If you want all your stuff back–including your car keys, by the way–then all you have to do is show me that you can be a proper, responsible girl. Do you think you can manage that?”
Fuck. This really was Sara, wasn’t it? Either Claudia’s sister was lying and piggybacking off an out of the blue punishment from their parents, or she had done this all herself. Either way, Sara was the current problem, and seemed to have access to the camera. That much must have been all her. Still. Claudia wasn’t just going to roll over. “Fuck you, Sara. I’m calling-”
“What, calling your dad?” she asked, “Good luck. If you actually talked to our parents, ever, you’d know that their itinerary is non-stop business today. Do you really want to drag him out of an important conference to whine that your sister is being mean to you? Last time I checked, everyone trusts me more anyway. Oh, and I used your credit card to buy it. Maybe you’re secretly a cam girl, and wanted to try a new angle for your amateur lesbian porn.”
“Sara!” Claudia exclaimed.
“Here’s the deal, sis. You’re going to go take a shower, come to my room in just a towel, and politely ask me to dress you up. If you’re a good little doll, we can talk about your stuff. Otherwise, you can kiss your old room goodbye and everyone can hear all about what I found in there. And I mean everyone. Oh, and you bet your ass I’ll stretch the truth about a few of your dirty treasures.”
Pausing to let all that sink in, Sara finally asked, “So, what’s it going to be, Claudia?”
What will Claudia do?
Call her father for help anyway?
Get a ride from a friend and deal with this all later?
Or do as Sara says?
The decision has already been made; you can read Chapter Three here and influence future parts on my Patreon!