Bonnie Connie Lonnie - Part 3

Today, of all days, was the worst possible time for Connie and Lonnie to visit their little sister...on her first day of college no less. That, however, has always been their modus operandi...showing up at the most inappropriate and inconvenient time to humiliate their younger sibling in some manner. Because that's what big sisters do. Well, that's what Bonnie's elder sisters do, anyway.

Once freshmen have settled into their dorm and figured out where the student union is, the first class every undergrad has to attend is quite literally titled 'Intro to Public Speaking'. The course covers audience analysis, speech structure, delivery techniques, and managing speech anxiety...all of which are a cakewalk for the former Queen Bee of Middleton High. It is so much of a walk in the park that Bonnie ducks out mid-lecture, opting to flirt with some available-looking jocks in the outer hallway instead.

In full-on flirt-mode, looking for an easy hook-up, Bonnie bats her eyelashes at the musclebound pair of men, playing the naive underclass-woman card to a tee. Just as she's about to swipe her contact info to one of the lucky young men's phones, Bonnie spots a pair of familiar faces coming down the corridor. The two fellows watch as the brunette's eyes suddenly grow to the size of soup bowls, darting this way and that as Bonnie frantically looks for an exit.

Without a word, Bonnie bolts into a nearby restroom, hoping that her sisters haven't spotted her, leaving the two bewildered-looking jocks to stare at the door as it closes behind her.

Bonnie: (thinking) No! No! Nooo! Not here! Not now!

They had indeed spotted her but failed to see their younger sister's avenue of escape. Walking up to the pair of young men, Connie too goes into full-on flirt mode, giving them a wink as she asks if they'd seen where the younger Rockwaller had gone.

Connie: Say, boys, you wouldn't happen to see where that cute, little brunette ran off to, now would you?

Both men simultaneously point to the restroom door. Connie and Lonnie glance at one another, giving the other matching lecherous, squint-eyed grins.

Connie and Lonnie: (in unison) Thank you, boys!

Through the door, the pair of elder Rockwallers leave the yet again bewildered-looking jocks to stare at the two women as the restroom door closes behind them.

Connie and Lonnie: (in unison) Ohhhh Bonnn-neeee!?

Lonnie: Come out, come out, wherever you are!

A short eternity later finds Bonnie in one of the bathroom stalls, nude save for a stretched to near-tearing g-string dangling from one ankle...ribbons of her juices running down her inner thighs. Leaning against the stall partition, Bonnie shivers all over, her knees ready to buckle beneath her...her hornier-than-usual sisters having stripped her down, fingered and tongued her until she screamed their names...not once, but twice.

The elder sisters step out of the stall, snicking at the state they've left their younger sibling in...Bonnie's entire body is crisscrossed with two shades of lipstick kisses, her own shade of lip rouge smeared across her face, and mascara tears streaked down either cheek. Outside the stall, Connie and Lonnie step up to the bathroom mirrors...unrumpling their clothes, fixing their hair, and generally composing themselves for the world outside.

Lonnie: See-yuh, lil' sis!

Connie: Have fun on your first day of college!

Bonnie breathes a sigh of relief, hearing the outer door clack shut, her elder sisters laughing as they make their way back from whence they came. Finally coming out of her multiple climax-induced stupor, the brunette comes back to the realization that...yes, she's nude -and- yes, she needs to get back to class. Looking around, Bonnie comes to a slightly more, shall we say, embarrassing realization.

Bonnie: Ohh, for fucks sake!

Connie and Lonnie have taken all of her clothes.

A short while later, Kim stops dead in her tracks, smirking as she catches sight of Bonnie coming down the hallway of their dorm. One hand holding her g-string (to keep it from falling to her ankles), the other holding an open-faced 'Intro to Public Speaking' textbook against her bare chest, she growls at the redhead. Having just walked across the college's mile-long quad and down a jeer-filled 'fraternity row', she's obviously in a mood.

Bonnie: Not one fucking word, Princess.

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