1. Defending My Foster-Sister


    Date: 6/28/2015, Categories: Lesbian, Author: Sinnderella, Rating: 10, Source: LushStories

    I grew up in the foster system, but unlike so many stories, my life wasn't all that bad. I lucky in that the handful of families I was placed with were kind, generous and quite loving. The last family I was with was especially wonderful. They had a daughter that was a few years older than me, but we became as close as sisters very quickly. To this day we still consider each other sisters. In fact, I'm currently living with her and her husband. One thing my time in the foster system instilled in me was a fierce loyalty to those whom I care about and I know care about me. I would do anything for my sister and anything to protect her and her family. So when she came home from work one day quite distressed, I became quite concerned. I asked Cheryl, my sister, what had happened, and she shared that her boss had essentially threatened to fire her if she continued to refuse her bosses advances. Cheryl was crying at this point and I was becoming more and more angry by the minute. I hugged Cheryl tightly and told her not to worry, that everything would work out. The next day, I talked Cheryl into taking a vacation day and told her to stay in bed. To my surprise, she agreed. But I was glad she agreed, because I needed her away from her office so I could go in and confront her boss. I quickly went to my room and put on a red silk button-down blouse with a black knee-length skirt and matching black blazer. I slipped on a pair of black lace top thigh-high stockings, and a pair of red 3" ...
    pumps. I put on enough makeup to make me look a little older than I was but not to look whorish. I grabbed my purse and headed out the door. The whole way to Cheryl's office, I went over in my mind what I was going to say to her boss. I thought about how I planned to confront him with what he said to her and try to get him to confess to sexual harassment. When I arrived at Cheryl's office, I checked to make sure the recorder in my purse was working, and I marched myself in. I had been to Cheryl's office enough times to know where she sat and where her boss's office was, but I realized that I had never actually seen her boss. I hesitated slightly as I approached his office, but a quick memory of Cheryl crying the night before removed any further hesitation and I banged on his door loudly. "Come in," I heard a woman's voice say. I paused. Why was a woman telling me to come in. Maybe I had the wrong office. I looked over and saw Cheryl's desk, and then back at the door. I slowly reached for the doorknob, when the door opened suddenly. I looked up into the eyes of a stunning, tall blonde women. Her golden hair was pulled back into a ponytail, keeping her hair off of her immaculate face. Her blue eyes pierced through me as she looked me over, pursing her scarlet lips coyly. I couldn't help but lower my eyes, glancing at her white sweater as it hugged every curve of her perfect torso, coming neatly to her trim waist, where her red pencil skirt took over. Her skirt expertly hugged ...
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