Monday Morning, Detention

Tess was frantic. No word from Janine, no further communication from her grandfather. Leaving the dorm after another restless night, she went to the cafeteria and had a quick bite before going to class a little earlier than usual, her concern for Tom still predominant in her thoughts as she sought out Janine, hoping to speak with her prior to instruction. They shared the first class of the day together and it wasn’t until after the class was over that she was able to isolate the gorgeous blonde.

“Hey Janine, you have a moment?” Tess asked, moving in front of Janine, a pleasant smile on her face.

“Sure Tess,” Janine replied, eyes alight, a slight touch of color in her cheeks as she favored Tess with a warm smile.

“I was just wondering if you found anything unusual at your house after the party,” Tess said, getting to the point.

Janine cocked her head slightly to the side, “Unusual?” she asked, coy smile.

Tess cleared her throat and shuffled her feet a little, “You know, something strange, something out of the ordinary,” she said.

Janine motioned to the secluded spot behind the stairs leading up to the second floor. Tess nodded and together they walked over.

Janine leaned in close, almost close enough to be whispering in Tess’s ear, “When you say strange, do you mean the special gift you left for me, your little brother?” emphasis on the word little.

Tess’s eyes opened wide, “Yes! Did you see him?”

Janine smiled, “See him?” Reaching out, she took Tess’s left hand in her right, bringing it down and under her skirt between her smooth thighs to the irregular prominence in the fore of her snug wet panties.

Though startled by Janine’s motion, Tess didn’t resist, allowing her hand to be guided. She let out a gasp when she felt movement through the other girl’s slick undergarment.

“Right now your little present is wedged up against my vagina,” she breathed into Tess’s ear.

“Oh my god. What’s he doing there?” Tess queried, the sensation of movement again through the pads of her index and middle fingers on Janine’s damp panties.

“I guess it’s a matter of perspective. For your little brother, it’s a life or death struggle to survive the day as a plaything for my hungry pussy, while for me, it’s a matter of how long I can delay my orgasm before I explode and probably drown poor Tom,” Janine whispered hotly.

Tess pulled her hand away, but Janine caught it and brought it to her face capturing the two sticky fingers on Tess’s left hand in her mouth.

“I want my brother back!” Tess hissed, pulling her hand away.

“I thought he was a gift,” Janine replied.

“No, I want Tom back,” she repeated.

A half smile appeared on Janine’s lovely face, expression turning wicked, “He’s mine now, he where he wants to be,” she said hotly.

Tess recalled the day two weeks earlier in the cafeteria when she had said she had little interest in seeing him get into Janine’s panties and he had said it was his destiny. She frowned, did he want to be there?

Shaking her head, Tess said, “He’s my brother and I want you to give him back.” Her eyes flashing.

“I’m sure you do, but he makes an exquisite little pet,” she said, releasing Tess’s hand. Leaning forward suddenly, Janine put her mouth on Tess’s, lips parted, kissing her fiercely. Tess opened her mouth slightly and for a moment their tongues entwined. Tess pushed Janine back. The tall blonde smiled again.

“What are you doing?” Tess protested. Somewhere in her mind she wondered, why had she kissed Janine back when she was supposed to be trying to get Tom back? She hadn’t noticed how incredibly aroused she had become herself, feeling the delicate flesh between her own thighs getting dewy, whether from the ardent buss, or something else, something darker, like the sensation of her brother struggling against Janine’s heated passion.

Janine smiled slyly.

“I want him!” Tess demanded, an angered expression on her face.

“I’ll tell you what,” Janine started, “When and if I grow weary of him and if he survives, maybe I’ll give him back to you, or wait,” she paused, as if considering alternate options, “Maybe I’ll see what it feels like to swallow a person whole, feel him struggling in vain against my throat as my esophagus carries him down into my stomach where I’ll digest him slowly, breaking him down while he’s still alive. Maybe I’ll bring whatever comes out the next day and give it to you so you can search for what’s left of his tiny little skeleton,” she said, eyes afire.

“You wouldn’t?” Tess asked, stunned by what Janine was saying.

Janine smiled. “Maybe, I’m not sure. We are only just beginning to explore new horizons little Tommy and I,” she said, a gentle shrug of her shoulders.

Tess didn’t know what to think, at a loss for words.

Janine stepped in close again, hovering a moment, lips parted before Kissing Tess again, hand traveling up and inside the school uniform jacket to caress Tess’s left breast. Despite the conflict raging inside her, Tess returned the kiss, a soft gasp of delight feeling the other girl’s hand on her.

Janine pulled back, “Who knows, maybe we could get together and share him?” she said coyly, eyebrow arched.

“Not like that,” Tess said at once, but then a thought filtered through her desire and she realized it might actually provide her an opportunity to rescue Tom from Janine’s clutches, but another part of her, a more instinctive primitive part of her wanted Janine, wanted to experience this beautiful girl and be experienced in return. She looked back at Janine, torn, nodding slowly.

Janine smiled, mouth opening as a movement from Tom sent a shiver of pleasure through her.

“What’s the meaning of this?” came the stern voice of Miss Addison, standing near the bottom of the stairs looking in on the two girls secluded there.

Eyes lingering on Tess a moment, Janine turned slowly toward the teacher, “We were just discussing a biology related issue, Miss Addison,” she explained.

Tess nodded.

The teacher looked from girl to girl, frowning, “This is hardly the venue for such,” she paused, “Discussions,” she said, emphasizing the word.

“Sorry, Miss Addison,” the girls replied almost in unison.

“Be about your day,” said the teacher, turning and extending her hand toward the hall, inviting the girls to leave.

Tess stepped out first followed by Janine. Tess lingered a half second as Janine started walking up the hall. About a dozen steps distant, Janine let out an audible cry and reached out with a hand to steady herself against the wall.

“Are you ill, Miss Lindhom?” Miss Addison asked, peering on.

“No Miss Addison, I think it was just a cramp,” she replied without turning back, shuddering for a second time.

Tess knew, Janine had just come and from the looks of it, come hard. She frowned, her mind drifting to her tiny brother locked away inside the other girl’s tight underpants.