Sister Oh dear God, you didn't like the fact that you were shipped to your own house. You should have stated that you would have preferred to be shipped to anywhere but your house and to be used by a non-family member. That thought alone made you want to scream, but your sister was unconcerned. She had just seen a box with a vibrator in it. Her face lit up with delight. She quickly put you down by her side, looking out the door before quickly closing it shut. You heard your mom yell from the kitchen, "Who was at the door?" "Oh it was-no one," your sister yelled back, trying to act calm. She stared down at you with wide eyes, "no way she bought herself a vibrator," she whispered, gripping your box tightly, before quickly yet calmly walking away from the door and the steps. Darting to her room slamming the door shut and locking it. She let out a sigh. She looked around the room throwing you on bed before following herself she picked you up as she laid all the way flat, reading the packaging. "Man, I can't believe mom ordered one of these and didn't come to the door to get it." She rose herself up, still holding on to you. "Or maybe this was delivered to the wrong house-?" She turned you over to look at the back of the box. You really wanted to. shout and say something but nothing came out Soon you heard rustling and realized you were being opened and grabbed by your sister's hand. You felt your eyes grow wide if you had them and your body go stiff. You couldn't move your muscles in any way that would give way to the fact of you being alive. You tried, your hardest, but nothing. You felt yourself being lifted up as you were actually face to-face with your sister. She bit her lower lip and stroked your long, thick body from tip to shaft with her opposite hand. It felt weird and tingly before she turned you over
"OK, so it's not a screwed shut battery pack, it's like a TV remote bottom. Ooo, maybe I could steal the batteries out of the TV remote, or maybe one of the batteries out of Jeff's console remotes. She rolled her eyes. "He's not home yet anyway." You hated her attitude. She roughly laid you down on her nightstand before getting up and leaving you, there all to yourself, not closing the door right behind her. It was left slightly cracked open. After a small wait, you heard footsteps approaching