Dirty Little Sister Synopsis: A boy discovers his younger sister has a kinky streak a mile wide, and decides to get in on the action. It was the dark of night. Not utterly dark though, because as my unfocused vision resolved an image I could make out the distinct shadow of the old, Victorian window frames on the curtains. The house was aged and always made night sounds. It was probably little more than that which awoke me. I willed myself to sink again into the velvet oblivion of sleep. Then came the sound again. This time as I heard it I knew I recognized it, and yet didn't. It had been the reason I had awoken, but it was not actually familiar to me. It sounded like someone rattling the back door, or at least moving it slightly. Yes, there it was again, the loose-fitting bolt moving in the frame. A burglar? I started breathing heavily. I was not a coward by any means, but this night our parents were out and it was only me and Charlotte left in the house alone. My sister was three years younger than me and I was only sixteen. Our parents felt us sufficiently responsible to be left alone, especially when they had a wine-tasting (a.k.a. wine-guzzling) party to attend. Granted, it wasn't a common occurrence and it was the summer holidays – it wasn't like we had to do anything responsible like go to school the next day. Still, when reality comes-a-knocking fear grips you. So, in a split-second I had jumped, nay – catapulted myself to the conclusion that someone was trying to break into the stout back door of our suburban English home. Not an unheard-of situation, I'll grant, but nevertheless an unlikely one. It took me about thirty seconds to confirm my suspicion. By closing my eyes and concentrating I heard, and almost felt, the movement of the door below me – my room being located above the kitchen and my headboard touching the same wall in which the door was found. A weapon was needed. This was England, so we didn't have guns available. The best I could lay my hand on was a replica bowie knife with a stout handguard. It had to be about fifteen inches overall. A real killer! Not that I was up to using it for the purpose, but I was damned if I was going to let a burglar into the house without a fight. I exited my room and crept soundlessly down the hall. I crossed to the top of the stairs, glancing over to my sister's room and wondering if I should shut her door. She had a bolt on it, but I didn't want to stir up more noise so I kept on toward the stairs. My heart was thudding in my chest so loud that I was sure it was audible to whatever intruder was seeking access to our home. I stopped several times to hyperventilate and drop my heart-rate. As I approached the kitchen, my hands were trembling and my body shivering in fear and anticipation. The sound of the door never ceased as I crossed the long room, avoiding all the squeaky parts of the floor. I arrived at the door, grasped the handle and turned it, yanking the door open! It opened freely – not locked. The fact didn't register immediately, but the horrified and startled beagle in front of me did. The poor little creature veritably flew backward to land several feet away, a quivering heap of dog totally astonished at my sudden, malevolent appearance in the doorway. The bone it had been gnawing on - suddenly forgotten – dropped to the floor of the utility room. I gasped oxygen for several dozen heartbeats. Shelly, the beagle in question, regained her composure quicker than I. She went for the bone again and this time grasped it and slunk off to her basket. We had two dogs, both beagles – Kip was the other. They were outside-dogs, mostly. They had a nice cozy bed in the utility room and a little doggy-flap for an exit. They were rarely active at night, though, and it was currently about two in the morning. I was still not convinced that everything was on the level. I avoided switching on the light and relied on the available moonlight to lead me. The outside door was unlocked, but still closed. Odd! I hadn't left it that way. Now, I was concerned (which was still better than terrified), but I withdrew as quietly as I could back into the house. I went, instead, to the sitting room, where there was a good French window to view the garden through. My Dad's Zeiss binoculars were there, too – he was an amateur ornithologist. They were excellent instruments. I surveyed the back garden, laying my wicked blade down on the floor.
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What I saw made me gasp in disbelief. There was, in the middle of the small back yard, a pale female figure lying naked in the moonlight. Her back was arched up, and her shoulders were back – her hands grasping herself in the region of her prepubescent nipples. Her chin was high and I could see her dark hair spread out on the grass around her. She was writhing and bucking her hips, legs wide, as a small hound repeatedly licked her crotch and nuzzled her bald pussy. My sister was getting her cunt eaten out by the fucking dog! I started hyperventilating again. My hand immediately shot to my cock – I was not one to let a free show go ignored. The little slut was writhing naked on the grass while her favorite dog slurped the fuck-juice out of her vagina. I watched, entranced. Her hand slid down and started fondling her clit, little though I knew at the time what such a thing was. I saw her frigging herself wildly, her pelvis thrusting her cunt into the dog's mouth as it plunged its nearly-prehensile tongue into her to retrieve whatever delicious balm she had tempted it with in the first place. She looked like she was having so much fun! I came. My cock spurted spunk all over two or three panes of finely-beveled cut glass of the French window. I gasped and gulped. My knees felt weak. I had just wanked off to the sight of my little whore sister getting eaten out by a dog! I tugged off my tee-shirt and cleaned off the glass before hastily returning upstairs. I had to pee, following my violent ejaculation, but I stoically restrained myself. Instead of belting back to bed, I paused outside my sister's room. A wild thought gripped me, and I fantasized for just a moment, before deciding that I knew what I wanted to do. I ran quietly and quickly back downstairs, hopefully before my little sister could make it back in the house. I underestimated her, apparently. As I slunk into the sitting room she tiptoed back upstairs. I shifted position to see her gorgeous ass creep upstairs. She had no breasts to speak of, nor any pussy hair – she was a late bloomer apparently (even years later she never really changed from being girlish – I think she was fifteen before she got titties). I always found her hot, like I'm sure every brother who looks upon a scantily-clad sister does, regardless of whether he admits it. In fact, the only female I never ever thought was sexy was my mom! On the rare occasions I did see her naked, I could never get over the immense bush of pubic hair that sprawled distastefully across her groin. Needless to say – I always preferred seeing Charlotte to Mom. I had reached my objective though – the liquor cabinet. It was usually filled with vile things, but I also knew there was some sweet sherry in there that Charlotte and I had both liked last New Year's Eve – we'd got a glass or two each then. At least that was as much as our parents knew. We'd sipped some since, but that was mostly for Monday evenings when Dad played Badminton and Mom took a class on learning how to quilt… better, or at all – I didn't know which. We'd get tipsy and watch Star Trek. We'd giggle a lot at the crappy show and usually end up daring each other to remove items of clothing. It was a hobby, what can I say? Surreptitiously, I purloined the bottle of sherry and crept upstairs. Halfway up, I ceased creeping and just walked nonchalantly. I walked casually into my sister's room and knelt down beside her bed. I heard her stir. "Char? You awake?" I asked in a hushed tone. She made no reply. "Wake up," I hissed. "What?" She said halfheartedly, feigning sleepiness and rolling over toward me. I took a deep breath. "So," I began, not really certain where I was going with this. My mouth continued where my brain left off. "You like having your cunt eaten by dogs?" She fell still. I could sense the tension. "I asked…" I said a little more firmly.
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"Yes, queer! I do. What's it to you? Wish you were a dog?" She spat back suddenly awake and full of indignant vitriol. I looked at her pale, round face, wondering what it would be like to stick my knife into her throat – the knife that I had left downstairs, that is! Sometimes I hated the little bitch. I ignored her taunt. "Sit up," I whispered, slipping my hand under her covers and sliding it over her naked body. She complied, shivering. Her voice cracked as she asked, "You won't tell Mom and Dad, will you?" "Depends." I replied cruelly. I uncorked the bottle of Bristol Cream Sherry. It opened with a pop. I heard Charlotte moan as she looked at me, cow-eyed. I forced the mouth of the bottle between her lips. She pretended to resist. I slid it in and out in an obscene imitation of fellatio, slopping alcohol into her mouth as I did so. She swallowed hard, sucking down the fortified wine. I thought I caught a glimpse of a smile on her face. I knew that a good drunk took time, so I pulled out the bottle and kissed her instead. She gasped and returned the embrace wholeheartedly. I felt her tongue slip between my teeth and I reciprocated. I grasped her pseudo-tits with my hands and squeezed her nipples. She barely groaned. I broke free. "You already had dogsex tonight, whore!" She moaned and lay back. "Why don't you fuck me, then? That'll make up for it, right?" She fell backward onto her bed, legs apart, in a drunken parody of allure. I slid the mouth of the bottle up to her pussy and then, upon a whim, lowered it about an inch and targeted it to her asshole. Her ass was soft and open, as I slid the bottle into her, dumping more of the alcohol into her rectum. She moaned, deeply. My mind whirled with ideas, each one more depraved than the last. I was in lust, but also very envious. The little slut – three years my junior – was already getting more and dirtier sex than I'd ever had. I wanted some! I was going to take it. "You like that? You like that in your ass?" I slid the neck of the bottle out and it exited her tight ring with a plop. "It's cold!" She whispered. "I bet Kip's tongue was warm, right?" She nodded as she lay there squirming, her hands straying to apex of her pussy. "Well, if you think I'm going to stick my cock in there after your dog's slobbered all over it…" "Dog saliva's cleaner than human saliva," she pointed out – she was into dogs, you see. In more ways than one, it now appeared. "Yeah, and piss is aseptic!" I climbed onto the bed, putting down the bottle. I straddled her chest and pulled my dick and balls out of my briefs. "Open up. I've got more for you to drink." She was starting to feel the buzz of the alcohol, I could tell. She'd had a pretty hefty swig of it and she was only a slip-of-agirl. She was working her pussy good as I slipped my cock into her mouth. The burning pain in my bladder was hard to overcome, as was the urge not to piss, but I focused myself and overcame both releasing the flow of warm urine into her mouth. She drank it down without even a gag. I pinched it off when it looked like she had a gob-full. I watched her cheeks puff out as she closed her mouth and swallowed my piss. She was grinding her hips as she frigged her little clit. I reached back and slipped a fingertip into her tiny pussy. She moaned like a porn star as I penetrated her. It was no use, I couldn't piss any more – my cock was getting too hard. Besides, there was no sense in letting her have all the fun. I climbed off her.
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Charlotte opened her eyes as I moved, looking suddenly alarmed. She finished off her mouthful. "What's wrong?" She asked sheepishly. "Nothing. You like your drink? How was it?" I asked. She nodded vigorously. "Slightly salty, and warm - like bathwater." I eased her ass over to the edge of the bed and lay down on the floor beneath it. Reaching up, I eased her anus down onto my mouth and started licking her ring. I slipped my tongue into her and felt some of the tangy, hot alcohol flow out into my mouth. Char groaned. "Motherfucker, that's good! Keep doing it." Damn, she swore like a trucker. Made me even hornier – although it's hard not to be horny with a hairless little twat and asshole perched on your face. I could feel her rubbing herself. Her fingertips were brushing my chin as I sucked and tongued the booze out of her juicy, tight ass. Suddenly, I felt her hand grasp my cock and start pumping away at it. Her weight shifted and she leaned fully forward to engulf my throbbing head with her warm, soft lips. Her long hair brushed across my stomach and legs. The combination of sensations was fucking heavenly. She was gasping and groaning as I worked her asshole and she plied her talent on her pussy. Her blowjob left a little to be desired – my ex-girlfriend was better, but she had dumped me at a New Year's party and screwed some guy who was a neighbor of the party's host. So, after three months of no cock-to-mouth contact, even Char's amateurish gnawing felt good. It didn't matter – I could feel her cumming – her ring pulsated and tightened around my tongue and she bucked in time with it. I let go the orgasm I'd been restraining and shot a big load of hot spunk right into her mouth. She loved it! I could feel her sucking away at it just as hard as she had at my piss. I gave her at least half a dozen good squirts. She moaned and tongued my tip, slipping her lips further down my steel-hard prick and stroking my tightened ball-sack so lightly with her little fingers. I slipped my tongue out of her ass. She gave a little gasp as I popped it out. She slid her mouth off my cock. "That was so fucking amazing! You lick way better than Kip." She whispered and kissed the head of my dick. After a moment of basking in afterglow, she crawled back into her bed. "Coming with?" She asked, evidently inviting me to sleep the night with her. What the fuck, I thought – why the hell not? She was perverted, cute, and available. Why not just make this a regular thing? I got up, my cock dangling flaccid, but still long. "Yeah, that'd be cool. I just got to pee first…" but before I had barely finished my statement, she had gently taken me by the cock and slipped it in her mouth with an angelic smile and a lick of her lips. As I released the rest of my hot stream into her mouth she swallowed hard, chugging down everything I could give her. I closed my eyes and let my head sway back, luxuriating in the sensation and imagining all the fun we'd have together. We heard the front door opening at about six in the morning. Silently, Char turned to me and kissed my lips, then whispered, "Go to your room." I slipped out of her bed, longing to enjoy her again, and padded off to my own bed. As I slept, my dreams were filled with images of what we had done. I was partly revolted and shocked, yet the initial remorse I felt at the loss of our innocent brother-sister relationship was nothing in comparison to the extreme lust I felt for her as a sexual partner. Our parents slept late: they must have partied hard. When the door to my room opened slowly I was already mostly awake – too excited to sleep. I had been lying there stroking my cock, thinking about Char's ass pressed against my mouth and the sweet sherry dribbling out of it. She came around the door and quietly closed it behind her. She was wearing a pale blue cotton nightie that she certainly had not been wearing most of the rest of the night. She put her finger to her lips, indicating that I should remain quiet and she knelt down beside me. Her rounded features made you think that she was a little on the chubby side, but really her girlish body was not fat – she just lacked the curves that would have accentuated other parts of her figure. She smiled a mischievous grin and slid her hand into the covers of my bed. I stroked her back as she found my cock and began to play with it.
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She moved up closer to my face and whispered into my ear. "I want to suck you off. Can I get up on you like we were last night, only, eat my pussy please?" She was trembling – nervousness or excitement, I didn't know. I felt about the same. I couldn't really answer without revealing my nervousness so I just nodded and grinned at her. She climbed as stealthily as she could on top of me and slipped under the covers. I could smell the scent of her. It was amazing! She was just dripping wet and red hot at the same time. I licked her soft pale skin and could feel her tremble as I did so. My tongue slid between the folds of her labia and immediately glided over the firm lump of her already-excited clitoris. She must have been fingering herself as I had been, only she had acted out her desires first. The taste of her pussy was sweet but also musky. There as a little saltiness there, too. I felt her enfold my purple cock-tip in her wet lips and she proceeded to move up and down my shaft letting her drool run down my cock. Her lips popped onto and off of my bell-end, really magnifying the sensation her actions produced. She flicked my glans with her tongue and almost made me pump cum into her right then. She was doing much better than she had last night. As I licked her, I grasped her ass and spread her cheeks apart. I felt her crush her pussy into my face in feral lust and I responded by using my teeth as well as my tongue on her cunt. She slid a hand down, as if to start masturbating, but stopped at her abdomen and started to push on her tummy. I wondered what she was doing, but by the time it occurred to me it was too late. A warm, salty, bitter trickle of piss came dribbling out of her. I was stunned! What the hell was she doing? Just because… The wonderful wet, dirty feeling and the gorgeous things she was doing to my prick, not to mention that this hot little slut was my baby sister, all contributed to a reversal of opinion on my part. So what? So she's pissing in my face and expecting me to drink it up? It feels good, and she's just evening up the score. I already dumped a load down her throat, so why not just take it. After all, if she can do it, I can, too. What am I – a pussy? I sucked on her lips and dug my tongue into her vagina. She stopped the piss, but then resumed with some effort. She squeezed out a few more drops and then it came in earnest. I almost choked and gagged. She filled up my mouth so quickly, that I could barely start swallowing fast enough. I gulped at the acrid liquid, so warm and pungent. It was like hot seawater. Well, we lived by the coast, so we'd both had our share of stomach-fulls of that brine. I swallowed hard as she sucked me. The sheer depravity of it came to me in a flash and I just couldn't hold it any longer. I thrust my cock deep into the little girl's mouth as I shot spurt after spurt of jism into her face. She took it as well as I was, sucking down her piss. We both finished our fluid exchange at about the same time. I licked her lips clean and continued to eat her clit as she licked the rest of the cum off my cock and stroked my balls. It tickled so much that I almost burst out laughing, but she came quickly herself so my mouth had to remain locked onto her cunt as she convulsed with a powerful orgasm. We silently slid apart and she maneuvered her way round to face me. I stared into her eyes, suddenly appreciating how much I really loved my little sister right then. She crushed her spunk-filled mouth onto my piss-soaked lips and we kissed deeply for several minutes, both swallowing whatever liquids we could still exchange. When we broke, she whispered, "Let's get ready. Mom and Dad are still asleep. We need to take the dogs for a walk." The way she said 'take the dogs for a walk' suggested that walking was just about the last thing she had in mind. About fifteen minutes, when we left the house, I had a hard-on again. She was wearing a slutty plaid miniskirt, her leather biker-jacket and calf-high doctor Marten's boots: a very model of eighties punk-chick-chic. I always thought she looked like a slut-in-training when she wore that kind of crap, but it was never my problem (or to my benefit) before. Knowing the taste of her ass and her piss, I happily strolled alongside her in her ludicrous getup. No matter what, she was my little slut now.
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We followed a standard dog-walking route, mostly through back lanes and along quiet pedestrian streets. On more than a couple of occasions, I put my arm around her and let my hand slip down to grope her ass. I slipped it under her skirt at one point, sliding my fingers over her naked buttock and gasping at the sudden discovery of flesh. She pulled me aside when I did it, and sandwiched herself between me and a brick wall, planting her lips on mine and slipping her hand inside my jeans to grasp my own ass in return. I know she felt my cock hard against her groin, because she smiled so lasciviously when we parted from our impromptu embrace. Finally, we reached a place where the road crosses a disused railway track. There was an easy place to climb a wall, although Charlotte's skirt was hardly practical climbing gear. I made sure to stick close behind her and when she flashed her hot little asshole, I grasped her ass cheeks and laid a wet kiss on it. She giggled as she hissed at me for my boldness in public – not that anyone was watching: well, maybe an elderly lady from a nearby lace-curtained window, who'd be so lucky as to see us pre-fornicating for her titillation. After helping the dopey dogs over the wall, we descended into the abandoned railway cutting. There was an old bridge. Char took the dogs' leashes and hung them on an old, rusted hook she evidently knew well. Then she crossed over to me. "Mmmm," she began. "You are such a sick shit! I love you. I want your cock in every hole I have and I want you to join me in my favorite pastimes, too. Deal?" "Fuck, yeah!" I answered honestly, although I wondered exactly what all her favorite pastimes were, knowing already of her love for animals and our mutual exchange of urine. She kissed me and groped my dick. I grasped at her ass, but she started to slide her mouth down my body so I lost contact as she reached my groin. My pants dropped pretty quickly and Char stood up, stroking my inflating cock against her bald pussy. "You want to fuck me?" She teased. I nodded, lost for words. Here was a young man's dream coming true with none other than his little girl sister. Who wouldn't be speechless? "Well, not today asshole. Today, you got something else to fuck. Y'up for it?" Before I even answered, she had her mouth on my cock. I imagine that my answer wasn't entirely dispassionate. "Fuck, yes, bitch!" I told her in an appreciative whisper. She disengaged her mouth and licked my tip a few times. "Good," she said and pulled me over to the dogs by my dick. "You have a date with Shelly!" Then it hit me. "Shelly's spayed, isn't she?" The dog - bitch, whatever – had no uterus, and she was never going to be in heat. Dogs aren't like people, they have teeth and 'no' means 'NO' when you have sharp teeth! Char looked at me and giggled. "Very good! You know your dog-neutering terminology. Yeah, She's spayed, but her ass still works. You'll have to lubricate her first, though – or she'll nip you!" She must have seen my surprise. She laughed. "Oh, don't be a pussy! I've done everything I'm going to tell you to do. Just relax and have fun! Besides, you might get a good show." We reached the dogs. She unhooked nervous little Shelly from her leash and unfastened her collar. "She likes the collar off – dunno why, I guess it just makes her feel better." Char pushed the dog over onto its back. Its tail curled up between its outsplayed legs. "Yeah, that's normal," she pointed out. Then she did the single sickest thing I've ever seen, and still think about to this day. Charlotte started licking the dog's pussy. Now, for those of you who haven't fondled or licked a dog's cunt before, let me tell you – we're not talking about your mama's pussy, here! The anatomy is just different. The dog's labia are much tighter than a girl's, and they come to a kind of spur that's probably useful for directing the urine stream for marking territory. Well, Charlotte started by licking the spur and within about a minute had her tongue nuzzled well in between the dog's labia. She was licking back and forth, stopping frequently to drizzle spit onto the animal's dry cunt.
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When she had the dog in a restful state, she looked up and grinned her perverted-yet-angelic smile at me. "Lick her ass," she whispered, like she was asking me to service her own hole. So entranced I was at her whore-angel look that, eyes fixed on my incestuous, bestial little sister, I indeed did just what she told me and dropped my face down to lick wetly on the anus of the dog on the ground before me. We locked eyes as I licked its asshole and she its pussy. Gradually, I felt the animal's ring loosen up and soften. I poured more saliva onto it and raised myself up, bringing my cockhard meat to bear on its unsuspecting asshole. Char whined in sexual appreciation and licked furiously at the dog's cunt as I slowly guided my stiff member toward its ass. She grabbed its muscular haunches and pulled apart its ass as far as she could as my prick penetrated the willing beast. I was surprised at how quiescent the dog was. Char quickly resumed pleasuring it orally as I began to thrust slowly into the dog. Moments later, she stopped and slowly got up. "Keep fucking her," she urged. She walked over to Kip and unhooked him. She brought the other dog over to Shelly. He scented her eagerly. "He doesn't get this kind of a show much," Char told me. Nor did I. The dog, rapt in attention to the bitch, his sister, was getting a massive erection. As I ass-fucked the dog's sister I also watched while he stumbled up and started licking at the groin of his litter-mate. Unbelievably, my sister started working her way under the dog and engulfing his now fully-protruding cock in her mouth. I was wide-eyed in amazement when I saw her take his red, veined animal penis into her mouth and slide her innocent little girl lips back and forth along the excited dog's cock. I watched her in astonishment, never even caring that my own dick was several inches deep into the ass of another nonhuman creature. I merely stroked and felt the warmth, imagining what my whore sister was experiencing. She was sliding the dog's rigid cock into and out of her wet, hot mouth. All the while, pretending to be for her pet the dogcunt he most wholly craved. He started thrusting, finally confirming for Charlotte that he fell for the ruse. I saw her smile, barely keeping her mouth on the red shaft as Kip now savagely fucked her face like it was his own bitch sister, whose ass I now violated. We continued in this state for several minutes. I, rapt in astonishment as my little sister's depravity and her, enraptured at the animal penis filling her virgin mouth. Then, suddenly, she gagged. A huge gush of white, gooey liquid oozed out from her lips as she fought to swallow what she was being filled with. I saw her look up at me, almost begging for help, so I did what any loving brother would do – I brought my mouth down to hers. I licked at the white fluids. They were bitter and salty, and far stickier than human cum – this was dog cum! Char stuffed Kip's cock into my mouth as I kissed her, squirting a cheekful of the thick liquid into my mouthful with it. The dog kept thrusting and squirting in an unstoppable stream. My mouth filled. My vision filled also – Char opened her lips and showed me the mass of canine ejaculate she had already taken into her mouth and then she proceeded most visibly to swallow it all with a look on her face that was half Barbie-doll and half demonic-sex-offender. I swallowed too, in absolute awe of this pre-pubescent slut whore who was my adoring sister. That was probably the moment when I first understood what love is. I'm sure I didn't pump as much cum into Shelly's ass as Kip did into my mouth, but I think I gave a fairly good showing for the human side. My dirty little sister looked on all the while and just masturbated and laughed. After our dog-walking escapade, things settled down a bit. I think Char was just trying to push me and see how far I was willing to go – and show me how twisted she was capable of being, too - I don't know why, or at least didn't at the time. It was only later that things became clear to me how this innocent little kid could be such a deviant. It was a couple of days afterward that I got a glimpse of how her mind worked and what it was that drove her to do this stuff. In the intervening time, we tried not to let our parents see us acting any differently from normal even though we were sneaking into each other's rooms at night and enjoying lots of good old-fashioned oral sex: Char loved drinking my cum and always came hard with my mouth on her pussy and a finger or two in her ass – sometimes mine, sometimes hers. With parents around, it wasn't as easy to manage the more extreme pursuits that Charlotte really yearned to experience so she seemed to settle for anal stimulation as a good backup.
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To maintain the illusion of being the same as ever, we bickered like any brother and sister of sufficiently differing ages to make us irritate each other. Of course, this was just roleplaying – we knew that the teasing and back-talking were just to keep up appearances. It was quite fun, actually, and it led to the events that would open my mind to the world as Char saw it. One afternoon, we were in the kitchen behaving like we were annoyed about something and then, as soon as our Mom left the room, Char turned around on a whim and suddenly groped my ass and cock until I had a solid erection going: leaving me just in time for Mom to come back in. I almost burst out laughing, trying to hide the bulge in my pants by pressing myself against the kitchen cupboards – pretending to reach for a box of cereal on a top shelf, even though it was about three in the afternoon. I had to feign indecision about which box to pick, just to avoid the necessity to move. When Charlotte snapped at me from her seat at the table, "Hey, while you're there, sloth, why don't you get me some raisins?" I nearly lost it – the little bitch was trying to get me caught: the raisins were in the cupboard that was restraining my cock. I could tell she was having a hard time not laughing, too. "Get them yourself!" I growled back, probably doing a terrible job of sounding annoyed. She hopped up, scowling for the benefit of our mother, who was half paying attention as she put together a stew by the cooker. Mom intervened. "Why don't you two just be a little more polite? I tell you: I'm counting the days until school starts again. I'm sick of you two getting in each other's hair all the time," she scolded as Char pushed me aside with her hand on my prick and opened the door of the cupboard, effectively obscuring me from the waist down from where our mother was standing. It was almost surreal to be standing there, still pretending to be locked in indecision about my choice of cereal, while my sister kneeled down and supposedly searched for raisins. In reality, she grasped my cock and placed her mouth around the end of it, chewing it through my sweatpants. It felt good, but the fear of discovery was what made it electric! Char grabbed the raisins and then got up, winking at me as she walked away leaving a wet circle on my pants and a renewed erection. I realized the danger and quickly abandoned the cereal ruse, turning toward the sink for escape - a weak deception. Char laughed as she popped the lid off the raisin tin. "I like getting in Andy's hair. He just needs to loosen up – he's always so stiff all the time," she remarked as headed for the door, chewing on a mouthful of raisins. The double meaning was not lost on me. I shot one back at her, over my shoulder. "Maybe you just need to quit endlessly stuffing your mouth and get outside a bit more." Char couldn't keep it in. She barely suppressed her guffaw, and almost choked on a raisin - which set her off coughing. If you couldn't see her you would mistake the noises as just indignant choking – as Mom must have, her back being toward Char. She left the room flashing me her middle finger and mouthing, "Fuck you," with a wry grin on her face. I just nodded – Mom didn't see Char's gesture, she just glared at me. "You need to apologize to her for that remark!" She snarled, waving a half-chopped parsnip at me. "She can't help her figure, she's just underdeveloped. You should be more sensitive. Go make up with her like a good big brother should!" I hung my head appearing properly chastised, whereas I was really just trying to hide my amusement. I slunk out of the room and followed my sister upstairs. She went into her room and theatrically slammed the door behind her. Moments later, I followed her in and found her knelt down at her bedside pretending to cry. I came up behind her and gave her a hug, my hard cock pushing against her ass and pussy. She sighed and relaxed. I got the message and started stroking her ass, feeling the seam of her panties through her thin, cotton skirt. I let my hands trespass under the pleated blue garment and stroked her inner thighs. She angled her hips to give a clear come-on signal. I dropped my face down and lifted her skirt. I placed a wet, warm kiss on her asshole, giving
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her a soggy ring of her own to deal with. Char reached back and pulled her panties aside to reveal her gorgeous dark pink anus. I tongued her again, slobbering saliva all around her puckered little ring. With her hands, she pulled her buttocks apart and her sphincter seemed to widen and relax. She puffed a little fart out as I was licking her. My tongue slipped into her hole and I could taste the bitter tang of her gases and smelled the fecal scent she expelled. It gave me a major erection. Char took a deep breath and whispered, "Eat me, shitface!" I obeyed and started digging into her with my tongue and sucking on her ring. I had my mouth clamped onto her, sucking hard, when I felt her ring begin to open. What's this, I wondered? She can open up her ass, huh? I loved it – she was so talented, and so in need of a tight assfucking. I continued to lube her up and slid my wet tongue into her growing hole. …only to come in direct contact with a lump of something soft coming out! I had no idea what to do. The thing just kept coming. Did she know that shit was coming out of her ass, or was she just too relaxed? Would she be horribly embarrassed and not want to have sex with me any more if I said something? "Eat it," she hissed, sensing my confusion. Eat it? Was she fucking mad? I touched the turd again with my tongue and then she gave a big, hard push and the nasty thing just oozed out into my mouth. I could feel the pasty mush land on my tongue and smear itself on my teeth. I recoiled, the piece of shit still in my mouth. I could smell and taste it and the stink made me retch, but for some reason I didn't want to just spit it out there on the carpet. I closed my mouth and started to get up. Char whipped around and stared at me, fascinated and wide-eyed. She grabbed my cock and kneaded it through my pants. "Oh, that's good! That's really good, Andy! Oh, man – you're fucking awesome." I was suddenly surprised. What had I done? She was pleased with me, and that made me happy, but I wasn't sure what she was pleased at. I smiled, my mouth still full of shit. "Fuck! You're good! I threw up first time I tried it. I mean – I barely tasted it and just fucking hurled. You're keeping it in!" She stared at me in admiration. Now I understood. Yeah, it was nasty, but once it was in it didn't get any worse. "Can you chew it?" She whispered, pulling down the front of my pants and letting my cock spring out. She slowly wanked me while I considered my answer. I tried biting into it. It felt like chewing mud – sticky, rancid mud. The stink got worse – significantly worse – when I started to grind the shit up in my mouth. My tongue started to sting, too, and I felt like I was going to be sick. I had to scrabble up and belt out of the room to the toilet. I knelt down and disgorged the mass of filth from my mouth into the bowl, but that was when I realized that getting most of it out really didn't help. The shit was still caked all over my teeth and clinging to the roof of my mouth like peanut butter does. In fact, the analogy helped me. I tried to ignore the smell and just imagine I was trying to get a dry mouthful of peanut butter out. I spat and worked the stuff out with my tongue, hardly even noticing that Char had come into the bathroom with me and quietly closed the door. "Fuckin' hell! You're still not hurling. You're tougher than me! Come on, let me help." She knelt beside me and started handing me toilet paper wads. She then got me a cup of water to swill the rest out with. It still didn't help all that much – the stink wasn't going away. I told her as much. "Yeah," she replied, "It does that. You'll need to use soap or strong mouthwash – we don't have any though," she told me matter-of-factly. She got up and retrieved my toothbrush for me, but instead of toothpaste she squirted a dollop of antibacterial hand soap on it and then stuffed it in my mouth. It was almost worse than the shit! I endured it, though, because I knew that it was only just taste – a bad taste, sure, but you can ignore the flavor of something if you try. As I brushed my teeth, Charlotte brushed her teeth with my cock. The flow of sexual pleasure from her mouth more than made up for the hateful sensations in my mouth. There was a certain symmetry to it, in fact. As I urgently pumped cum into my sister's open mouth I reveled in the degradation she'd put me through and how revolting the taste had been. Even
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though it was just totally nasty it was still fucking intense, and that intensity coupled with a damn good orgasm was orders of magnitude better than the dry pleasure of wanking off with a dirty magazine. And that was when I understood that sex for Charlotte wasn't all about being comfortable and having a nice, gentle, clean time of things: it was about intensity and the dramatic contrast of sensations! The numbing torture of a featureless life was obliterated when she could engage in the most corrupt, depraved acts she could envision – no matter how nauseating or uncomfortable they were. This was the world she inhabited and into which she was sucking me – sucking rather skillfully, I had to admit. I spat the cloying foam out of my mouth and rinsed extensively as Char kept licking my penis and balls. My teeth felt squeaky clean. So did my cock. I bent down and kissed Char. She let me have some of my cum back and I swallowed it while we embraced. "I think I understand, now," I told her when we stopped kissing. She smiled quizzically. "Understand what?" "You," I replied. She shook her head and let her eyes drop. "Not yet, you don't. I think you're further from the truth than I guessed you were when you came into my room Saturday." She thought about things for a moment. "Why do you need to understand me, anyway? Why not just enjoy me? I won't be here forever." She said these things in a quiet tone, but I could tell she was being serious. She stood up. "Let's go for a walk." It was a nice day outside for the time of year so I agreed. I got up and went to the door. "Oh no you don't. Not yet. You're not ready to go anywhere." I turned back and she started to undress me. Once I was naked, she got me into the bathtub and started running the water. We have a shower tub, where you have this long metal hose attached to the taps, at the end of which is a shower head on a hook. She dismantled the end of the hose – detaching the shower head and waited until the water was running warm before switching the flow from the taps to the hose. It wasn't exactly gushing out, but she seemed satisfied. She told me to squat down and spread my legs. I complied. Char then took the end of the hose and pushed it against my asshole. It felt kind of nice, but then she told me to make like I was having a crap and push hard. I did, and abruptly felt the hard metal end of the hose penetrate my ass. "Ow, that fucking hurt!" I snarled. She just smiled and stood up. "Leave it in for a few minutes. If you start feeling really full, stand up." She left the room and I stayed where I was. The water was bubbling up inside me and I started feeling a little queasy – you know, the way you feel when you have diarrhea. It was obviously just the water, so I put up with it and got to my feet. Standing helped – I wasn't putting as much pressure on my abdomen that way. I wondered what the purpose of filling my ass with water was, in Charlotte's weird plans, but I was kind of interested to find out so I tolerated it. She liked it when I tolerated things, and that pleased me. Besides, she'd had all good ideas so far and I was enjoying her twisted activities. When she came back in, she had on a light summery dress that was probably last year's and a bit small for her. As she skipped into the room and bent low at the waist to deposit something on the chair, I could see her tight ass and naked pussy. I started feeling horny again, despite the mounting pressure in my bowels. Char came over to me and put her hand on my abdomen. I gritted my teeth and moaned from the pain in my gut. She just smiled and switched off the tap. She pulled the tube from my ass and ordered me to keep it all in – not to let it out yet. I tried, but there were some fairly high-pressure dribbles coming out. Char fetched two objects from the chair and held them up for me to see. They looked like conical pink plugs, one about an inch across and another about half an inch. She handed me the little one and then she told me to turn. I did so and then I felt her start to push the fat plug into my anus. It stretched like hell going in and I felt like my ass was being ripped open, the searing pain was so bad. When it popped into
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me as my ring closed around the bottleneck, the relief was powerful enough to produce an orgasm if I were to feel it over and over. Char then squatted and pushed the hose into her own ass – taking all the pain I had experienced like it was a mere inconvenience, giving only the slightest sigh when the hard metal passed through her adorable little ring. She gave herself a few minutes of water, then daintily offered up her own ass for plugging. I stooped down and at least gave her the benefit of a little saliva to ease the insertion of her plug – which slid home easily. It probably was a little too small, but it worked. She hopped out of the tub then stopped, looking very ill all of a sudden. "Shit! I forgot how… full this makes you feel. Feels like you're being buggered by a bull! Just a sec." She steadied herself and then told me to get dressed. Char sent me downstairs ahead of her and then she went to talk to Mom. I heard her tell our mother that we were all made up now. "Yeah, I gave him some crap and he felt bad about it, so we're going out to play for a bit." She had some nerve, coming up with all this tongue-in-cheek shit. "Well, that's good, dear. Where are you going?" Mom was oblivious to the subtext. "Sea front. We'll go splash about in the water or something." This last she called over her shoulder, then grabbed my cock as I waited there for her. "Ready for some water-play, you big sack of shit?" We left the house and walked toward the sea front – only about half a mile away. Char had a little backpack on. We chatted as we walked, our guts sloshing and burbling as we went. "So where'd you get these plugs?" I asked her. "There's a shop I found in town that sells leather jackets and stuff. There's an adult section there where they have sex toys," she revealed. "They let you in there?" I asked, astonished. I thought I knew the place – it was in an old arcade and smelled of Patchouli Oil and other, less legal, things too. "No, of course not. I just gave the money to an older kid who was buying some records there. He got them for me." I looked askance at her. "You trusted him?" "No, that's why I offered him a blow job in the alley if he got it for me. He wasn't going to pass that up, was he? I get a lot of stuff that way." I laughed out loud and put my arm round her. We walked on through the small coastal village to where the road followed the cliffs down to a bay and you could get to a long stone pier that ran about half a mile into the water. The discomfort from the water in my bowels was pretty bad. I had misgivings about getting on the pier – there was no easy way back if I had to find a bathroom. At the end was a lighthouse that was closed up and ran on automatic all the time. There was nothing there except a view of the river mouth and the sea. It was a Tuesday afternoon and there really weren't that many people around. We walked the pier to the end where Char lounged back in the chilly breeze when we reached the lighthouse. She tossed her backpack aside. There was no-one who could see us, so I came up to her and reached out to fondle her cunt. Just as I touched her, she shot out a wet spurt of chocolate-colored shit from her ass, led by the butt plug that rolled off somewhere. I jumped back, laughing, not wanting to get it all over me. It covered the insides of her thighs and dribbled down to her ankles. She started groping herself and kept shitting until there was a big, wet pool of stinky diarrhea on the flagstones. She was having fun and giggling, and seeing her spurt all that out made me want to do so, too. My ass felt really full and I felt like I had to do the same, but I waited for Char to show me what she wanted me to do. She waved me over and started to sink down the wall of the lighthouse slowly lowering herself into the pool of shit that was probably ice cold by now.
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"Take off your trousers, moron! I didn't bring clothes for you." I got her drift and undressed, then I stood over her and crouched down. She wiggled the butt plug around in my asshole: it felt fucking marvelous. When she yanked it out, I thought I was going to explode, which I did – all over her pretty, girlish dress. I hosed her with such a gush of rancid shit that she screamed in joy at the sheer volume and stench of it. It spattered all over her – on her legs, across her face, and all over her stomach and pussy. I kept squirting more out until I felt I was about done and stood up. With the standing came a fresh 'refill' of diarrhea to my rectum from higher up in my intestines and I squatted again and gave her another blast right in her face. At this, she rolled over and immediately vomited on the ground, spitting the filthy slurry out on the floor and gasping. I instantly regretted hitting her face and dropped to my knees to help her. "I'm sorry!" I blurted, "I didn't mean to…" She cut me off with laughter. "Fuckin' knobhead! Did I say, 'squirt your fucking shit in my mouth'?" She kept laughing. She wasn't angry, just claiming the opportunity to tease me a bit. "No, I didn't think so. Still … it was pretty good! Didn't even taste that bad!" I looked at her. She was grinning but covered in chunky spatters of watery shit. She just lay there, mouth open, so I crouched down again and slid my cock into her shit-covered mouth. Little pieces of vomit covered her hand, which she lifted up to grasp my prick with. Her hand was cold, but my cock was hot. She stroked it and pulled at it, grasping at her own sexual organ at the same time. The sight of her, so sweet and yet so repulsively befouled with vomit and feces, was something beyond all my experience. I came hard in her mouth as she reinserted my butt-plug. She let it the milky fluid ooze down her chin and onto her clothes. "Grab that bag and follow me!" She said, standing up and turning to walk back down the pier toward land. There was nobody on the pier, fortunately, but there might have been people on the cliffs above where the pier met the coast. There was a good chance we'd be seen. Damn! She loved the thrill of risk! She sauntered along the half-mile pier toward the land – still covered in cum, shit, and puke. I had no idea what the hell her plan was, but pulled on my pants and ran after her anyway – my ass filling up once more with unexpelled leftovers. I loped after Charlotte as she sauntered, a fucking shitty mess, like she was just a happy little kid on an afternoon stroll. "I haven't decided if I'll just walk home like this, or if I should clean off. What do you think?" She asked casually. I told her to clean up. "Oh? You want to lick me clean?" She teased. "I will if you let me fuck you," I offered, guessing that she'd say no. "You will, someday," she promised grabbing my buttock and squeezing. "I just have to decide how we're going to do it." "Er, wouldn't sticking my cock in your pussy would be the best way?" She punched at me. I dodged. She chased after me - like she had a hundred times before - but this time, her polluted appearance threw into such sharp contrast the familiarity of our playfulness that the moment is now burned into my memory forever. It remains an iconic image for me: filth and degradation and good clean fun! We reached the ladder over the wall of the pier and down to the boulder-strewn beach below. Eventually, Char found a rock pool deep enough to wash off in, which she did, even though the water was ice cold. Her nipples were so erect with the cold that I just had to suck the little tiny things until they returned to a healthy pink glow. The salt water reminded me of her piss and so, with an unnatural thirst, I took her once more as she lay naked on the chilly rock and ravaged her clitoris and vagina with my tongue. Her hands pressed my face hard onto her beautiful, hairless pubic mound as she finally orgasmed. I licked her softly as she finished climaxing and then clamped my mouth onto her to receive her warm, salty urine. I drank from her wellspring, there at the base of the cliffs with only the seagulls and the waves to witness our wonderful perversions.
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Life was sublime. I was sixteen, horny and dying to cum almost every hour on the hour. What's more, I got to fulfill my basest desires almost as often as I felt them because I had a perverted little sister whose capacity for disgusting and degrading acts was matched only by her insatiable libido and her love of drinking my cum. I mean seriously – how can it get any better than that? There's no high-maintenance girlfriend I have to sweet talk into sucking me off, and if I need pussy at three in the morning she lives just down the hallway. I had it pretty good, even if she did make me do some rather extreme things – but even then, it was fun because I loved to please her. I loved to see her gasp in awe as I did the next horrendous thing that she decreed. I suppose I was more in her control than she was in mine, but the arrangement suited us - there was a certain degree of reciprocation. She was the creative one and I had the stamina. Nevertheless, Charlotte was a whore of the finest caliber: there was nothing she wouldn't stuff in her mouth or ass, although even she had limits. In everything we did, she never once let me put anything more than a fingertip into her cunt. I had to admire that, in a way. She would suck a dog's prick 'till it gushed cum all over her face, she would gulp piss like it was Pepsi (or vice versa – I never could tell), and her desire for bathing in enema-backwash was simply shocking. But, she never let me fuck her. I always assumed she had her reasons and didn't pry, because I loved my little sister. She was thirteen and looked every day of… eleven. She was a touch on the chubby side, but that just made her even sexier to my mind because she was also short and the two made her look so vulnerable and innocent. I knew the truth, though. She was a slut and a monster. She could imagine acts of extreme depravity that would make grown men heave, and then she could carry them out with a girlish giggle and a lick of the lips. The cool thing was: she was my little monster. She was as devoted to me as I was to her. I could see it in her eyes when she bathed her tongue in my sperm, or when she wanked off Kip the dog for my amusement – just to let me see him spurt gobs of his thick, gooey semen all over her pussy and tummy. One day, I saw a new twinkle in her eye at breakfast. She waited to talk to me about the idea she had dreamed up until our parents were out of the room. "I didn't think of this before because we're out of school, but do you remember Vicki?" She whispered in a secretive tone. I nodded – of course I knew Vicki. She and Char hung out at school most of the time. I didn't pay much attention to her, though, because she was a bit 'beneath me' being a Year Seven girl whereas I was going into Year Eleven. Well, I suppose she'd be in Year Eight next year, like Char, but still – that didn't mean we ran in the same social circles. "She quite fancies you," Char said with a little giggle. I knew this was more than just girlish gossip, because I was starting to see how Char's twisted mind worked: everything had a potentially sexual purpose and you knew she was scanning around all the time for something else to bring into our heathen sex-play. "She doesn't have a boyfriend, you know," she added offhandedly. Now, the usual interpretation of this conversation by an independent observer would be that my kid sister was trying to set me up with a date. I knew better: Char didn't want Vicki for me - she wanted Vicki for US. I could tell I was going to be the bait to lure this pure, innocent girl into Charlotte's perverted clutches. Excellent! I played hard to get, but really my cock was hardening at the mere thought of twisting and violating Char's sweet little friend. I had to admit, she was a lot hotter to look at than my sister – the girl actually had boobs, for one thing. She also was a lot slimmer and a bit taller. She almost always wore her blond hair in these cute little pigtails, too. "I don't know, sis. Why would I want anyone else? You're all I want," I told her earnestly. She cocked an eyebrow at me. "ALL you want? Haven't you figured out that you that you always have to want MORE for it ever to be enough? You're thinking too small – wouldn't you want both of us? She's a virgin, too. Maybe I'll make you take her virginity first to see if I want you to take mine. She's really shy - It'd be great fun to watch her squirm and wriggle before she gives in and turns into a total slut. Don't you want another slut to play with?" I laughed. She had me sold before she even began and now I had a painful erection to deal with. I guess I should have shut up in the first place. "OK, but let's be honest: you're the one who wants another slut to play with." I grinned at her. She stood up and came behind me and gave me a big hug. She licked my ear, sending a shiver down my spine. "Yes, I do. Then I'll have a complete set – a boyslut and a girlslut. Then I can watch you two doing it or I can have you both do me – or Kip, or Shelly, or someone else altogether. There are just so many possibilities!" As she whispered her honeyed words into my ear, her hand strayed down and lightly brushed the tip and underside of my cock through the baggy nylon shorts I was wearing. I gasped in pleasure both at what she was saying and what she was doing, then she quietly slipped away and I heard her, moments later, placing a phone call. The reality of what was happening roused me from the sexual daze I was experiencing.
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I finished my breakfast and gulped down a cup of coffee, hoping that the stimulant would redirect some blood flow and let my cock drop enough that I wouldn't herniate myself when I stood up. Char called her friend and made some innocent arrangements. It was getting closer to the start of the school year and so it was probably a reasonable time to get reconnected with friends. We lived a little far from the school and so there weren't many kids around us in the area. If we wanted to see friends we usually had to go out of our way, so this wasn't anything out of the ordinary. Our Dad – the eternal wage-slave – was out of the house by about eight and Mom was heading into town to do some shopping. We had a close call when she insisted that I go along with her because I needed new trousers for school. Char pulled my ass out of fire by insisting that I stay and babysit the two of them. Mom wasn't exactly convinced, but when Char suggested that she and Vicki might take the dogs out in the park, Mom blanched and changed her mind. The park was of course perfectly safe, but there were so many dark areas amid the thick trees that one could imagine child molesters lurking all over the place if your imagination was active enough. Mom's was. I got to stay. Ironically, I WAS the child molester in this scenario, so I suppose our mother's fears were not totally unfounded. Vicki was going to come over in about an hour, so Char and I had plenty of time to plan and scheme after our mother departed for the day. "How are we going to do it?" Char asked, excited. She was nearly hopping with glee in front of me as I sat at the kitchen table calmly swilling down more coffee. "You don't know? I thought you had it all worked out in your sneaky little brain, or in your vulva at least, perv!" I groped her soft pubic mound and made little circles around her clit. She didn't pull back, but just lifted her skirt and let me fondle her. It gave her inspiration, evidently. She pondered it out loud, grinding her cunt against my hand. "Well, Vicki thinks you kind of like her. That's what I told her – said you were asking about her - so she wants to come over and just hang out for a bit and be around you. I don't know what she might have in mind, but I think it will just be a look-n-giggle event at first. You know – she just wants to see and be seen. We'll know better when we see how she's dressed." It was summer, so there were lots of good options for flirty clothing. Char had a good head on her shoulders. Speaking of good head, I knelt down in front of her and started kissing her mound through her plain cotton panties. She sighed in appreciation and opened her legs, leaning back on the table a bit. "That's good. Maybe you should just sweep her up and do that to her. Mmmm. Maybe that would be a bit much. She wouldn't go for it while I was here, anyway. I should leave you two alone for a bit – walk the dogs for twenty minutes, perhaps?" She lounged back further, just enjoying the sensation and her own lewd thoughts. I pulled her panties down and off. She spread her legs, wrapping one around my neck. I slithered my tongue up and down her crack, and then started wiggling it back and forth over her clit. "Ohh yeah, Andy, that's right – eat me out. You're getting me all wet!" She was right. Her hot little pussy was glistening. I slipped my tongue in and scooped some of her delicious juices out, savoring the rich flavor. "I'd love to watch you get Vicki wet like this. I can just imagine her gasping and pulling your face into her muff at the same time as she whines 'no, please'," Char said with a laugh. She imitated Vicki's voice: plaintive, yet oozing with reluctant pleasure. I lashed Char's clit with my tongue, rewarding her for the wonderful image that she'd given me. Truly, the mind is the greatest sex organ! I could almost see the slim, sexy little bitch squirming and clutching at me – sometimes pushing me back and sometimes grinding my face harder onto her fuzzy, sweet mound. Suddenly, Char sat up breaking the spell. "Wet! Get her wet!" She hopped down off the table and retrieved her panties from the floor. As she stooped, she kissed me deeply, enjoying the taste of herself on my face. "Later, OK? We'll both do her, and I want her eating my pussy by the end of the day," she said, catching her breath as she realized what she was saying – how wild and taboo a thing she wanted to experience with her friend of at least two years. She looked momentarily ashamed. "Is it bad for me to say that?" She looked a bit conflicted for a second, in an uncharacteristic show of trepidation. "Yes, you disgusting lesbian!" I teased. A wicked grin crossed her face and she grabbed my chin. She leaned over and licked my face and my lips with long, wet strokes, then pulled back and let me go with a shove. Her smile was cruel. "Clean yourself up! I don't want her tasting my cunt on your breath when you give her the romantic first kiss she's always wanted." Char got up and pulled her underwear back on. "I think I have the setup. You need to get your shirt off and do something in the back garden – like mow the lawn. Have a hosepipe out, and ready. I'll get Vicki to squirt you with a water pistol so you can soak her with the hose! Then I get her some spare clothes while we stick hers in the dryer. Nothing I wear really fits her, so I'll loan her something revealing. You give her a drink and I'll take the dogs out – or at least pretend to. The rest, we'll just play by ear. At least, we might get her really wanting to try it all again sometime."
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I smiled in admiration at her Machiavellian plot. "Why don't you hang out in your room for a while first and talk dirty for a bit – you know, how you girls do," I suggested. "You could leave something kinky out for her to notice and think about. You got any pornos? Or maybe that butt plug." Char considered it and a sly smirk crossed her face. "Yeah," she said thoughtfully. "I have something. Just the thing, in fact." She leered at me. Now it was my turn to cock an eyebrow. Char just turned and went to her room. I had a feeling Vicki wasn't the only one being manipulated, here. The thought sent a wave of lustful fire through me. For some reason, I was starting to really love it when my little sister – over whom I'd lorded my superiority for most of our lives – finally got the upper hand and left me vulnerable and exposed. Maybe it was the novelty of it, but the act of submitting to her whim was extremely exciting. I think it was the thrill of it – by letting someone else be in control, ANTYHING could happen and the adrenaline generated by risk heightened the senses immensely. It wasn't fear, really – no, it was all about trust. I trusted her because she'd shown me the way to really push the boundaries of sex, of life. In a sense, this weak little child had become my leader, and like a good trooper I was willing to do anything for her because she had, more than anyone else, shown me what I could do and what I could be. She alone knew what I was capable of, and showed me glorious appreciation for what I did. Hadn't thousands of men given their lives for the beauty of Helen of Troy? Why shouldn't I devote mine to my sister? There is no better bond than blood. My ruminations had me all fired up. As I stood there in the kitchen I felt like a man on a mission, and that mission was to seduce and fuck the living shit out of cute little Victoria Moon. I had no idea how, but I was confident that my pervert-inchief would find a way. I threw my shirt on one of the deck chairs on our small patio and went into the garage to find the hose, the new nozzle Dad had bought last week – one with a trigger grip – and the ancient Qualcast lawnmower, may its rusted soul rot forever in Hell. I swear that it took half a can of WD-40 to even get the roller drum turning. I found Dad's grease gun and tried lubricating the grease nipples (yeah, that's really what they're called), but all I got was mucky. Eventually, brute force and a twenty-two ounce ball-peen hammer loosened the sucker. I'd worked up quite a sweat by the time I started mowing. After a couple of good passes, it was clear that the blades were dull as fuck, so I stopped. I got the hose out and ready, not knowing that Vicki and Char were already somewhere hiding behind some curtains watching me. I tried a few more pushes on the old mower and gradually its mechanism loosened up. Now, England isn't Bombay, even though our best food is Indian - our weather is more Icelandic. Still, this was a good day in the North East and it must have been up over eighty Fahrenheit - in a back garden with tall brick walls about it. I was getting pretty sweaty. I had no idea how this was supposed to help Vicki find me attractive, but I trusted Char. In retrospect, my lithe teenage body must have looked pretty good to the two thirteen year old girls drooling over me. I had some muscles, and all that physical labor was ensuring I flexed them often enough. Quite apart from the fact that my nylon basketball shorts were sagging low and the black polypropylene hiker's underwear I was wearing like ultra-tight boxers beneath must have been showing more than I intended, I was smeared in grease and sweat looking like some nubile primitive to my two hidden voyeurs. It was evidently enough. Vicki took the bait and came out with Char, both of them toting super-soakers. "Hi Andy," Char called. "You look like you need to cool off." And with no further ado, the little bitches opened up on me. I grabbed the primed hose and had my drenching revenge. All going to plan, it seemed. There were squeals and hoots, and I had to admit that Vicki looked awfully cute in her thin white cutoff top, especially when I entered her into my wet tee shirt contest. She had on no bra, obviously, and her little-fingertip sized nipples immediately leapt forth in spectacular Technicolor. When I saw that, I knew this girl was craving the cock! I made sure to hose down Vicki's tight white shorts, turning them virtually transparent and revealing the sexy little pink thong she was wearing underneath. Char got a soaking, too, and I chased the girls off the patio squealing and laughing. They retreated to Char's room, and about five minutes later my sister came down and started up the dryer, winking at me to continue to play my part. I came in and dumped my own clothes in the dryer, too. Char scuttled off ahead of me, wearing only a sweatshirt that did a very poor job of covering her naked ass. I guessed she wasn't going to walk the dogs now. I took her state of undress as a sign that she expected things to go a little faster than originally planned. I paraded naked upstairs, grumbling about 'immature little kids', pretending not to notice the two silhouettes in the crack between door and frame as they watched me go to my room. I was lucky to make most of the trip with my back facing them because my erection was quite significant by the time I arrived. Their excited laughter was not unwelcome, nor was it very well restrained. I donned a robe and turned around, heading downstairs for the liquor cabinet in the front room. I grabbed a glass and halffilled it with pop. The other half I filled with some random dribs and drabs from various bottles so as not to attract my parents' attention. I switched on the TV and flopped down on the couch. Now it was all up to Char!
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It didn't take long. The girls came giggling downstairs pretty soon after. They came in. Char still had on the sweatshirt that only just reached down past her crotch when standing still, so that it gave the appearance that she at least intended to cover up. Vicki was wearing a long tee shirt that did a better job of covering her, but it was still easy to see her outline through the thin material, especially as the two stood facing me, their backs to the sunny window. Vicki was nervously twisting in place and grinning shyly, giving me a wonderful glimpse of her perky little tits through the pale shirt. She stood with her legs just a little apart, and though the shirt came down to her mid thigh, I could see the light peeking through that most wonderful diamond-shaped gap between her legs where her gorgeous little pussy resided. In her girlish pigtails she looked the very image of a cute little angel, adorned with all the beautiful features of womanhood. There was no sign of the pink triangle of her thong, but that didn't mean it wasn't there – not for certain. I still felt very hopeful, given the situation. The absence of underwear was a critical thing. If she had none on, it meant quite clearly that she wanted sex. A skimpy little thing like that thong would dry out almost immediately, and a girl who wasn't sure she wanted it would definitely have left it on. Char spoke up. "Andy, we're sorry. We didn't mean to mess with you. Truce, OK?" I grinned. "Yeah, OK. I guess I owe you that at least – I got you both pretty good. Hey, you want to watch something?" They eagerly nodded and slipped onto the couch. I hopped up and said, "You want some pop?" They nodded. I could see Vicki's eyes stray down to my crotch. The robe was just a little open and while I didn't have a hard-on at that second, my cock was still swollen and heavy. Char was studying Vicki and smiled to see her attention. I walked out to fetch some glasses for them. There were some in the cabinet in that room, but I wanted to take a glance in the dryer first. In the utility room, it took only a few seconds to pop open the tumble dryer and quickly locate the flimsy pink garment that was my objective. I took it out and smelled its crotch. Fuck! It smelled so good – girl pussy! I sniffed along the string and found a sweet patch of ass-scent. Oh, man! It was great. I took a lungful and then dropped the thong back into the dryer and went for the glasses. When I got back, they were giggling like crazy, looking rather sheepish. My drink was gone! I put down the glasses and feigned mock annoyance. I stood, hands on hips, revealing my pendulous cock and tight abs. Vicki gasped and laughed. I just smiled. "You two are going to get the punishment you deserve for that!" "Yeah, like what?" Char challenged. I leapt forward and grabbed her. "I know where you're ticklish, remember!" I attacked her ribs, making her squeal and writhe. Vicki whopped me with a cushion. I grabbed her, too, my robe flying open and my cock hardening. "Oh, you want a piece of this, too, huh?" I tormented her ribs, too and she squirmed as Char had done. We all fell on the floor in a rolling mass of arms and legs. We pillow-fought, tickled, groped, yanked at each other's clothes and spanked at each other's naked asses until we finally collapsed in a tangle of smooth, warm flesh. Vicki's face was right by mine. I looked into her eyes and knew the moment had come. I rolled over and planted a kiss on her lips. She sighed and returned my kiss passionately, flinging her arms around my neck – completely overlooking the fact that we were suddenly kissing very amorously, totally naked on the floor within mere inches of my undressed sister. Char slid up onto me and started stroking my cock and Vicki's left breast as we kissed with mounting passion. Vicki's tongue darted into and out of my mouth and her soft, fragrant lips slid over mine in a delicious oral dance. She tasted of the alcoholic cocktail I had planned to imbibe. Nevertheless, she was a superb kisser. I tried to emulate her talents. She moaned in pleasure, eyes closed and I glanced down to see what Char was doing. My sister had Vicki's legs spread wide open and her tongue was slipping up and down Vicki's virgin pussy. I watched as Char's nose brushed back and forth through the wispy blond pubic hair of her friend. Char was groping Vicki's tit and wanking me gently at the same time as she ate the girl out. I disengaged from Vicki's lips and started to lick down her neck and chest, finding a nipple to suck on and stroking her soft belly. As I stroked her downy triangle of baby-soft hair, she moaned again in utter pleasure. I lifted her leg and angled my cock up to nearly touch her pussy. Char licked the tip briefly, as if to encourage it. I nuzzled my penis on the hot, smooth labia that Char was also soaking with her saliva. My sister moved up to get a better position to suck and nibble on Vicki's clit as I pushed my cock upward to the little girl's heavenly cunt. Char helped guide me. I felt the blazing heat of her soft vagina descend around the head of my dick and I nearly lost it in an instant. She was so soft and wet that I don't know if she even felt me enter her. I slid my cock in deeper and felt some resistance – her hole was tight, very tight. I started pushing and I heard her gasp, but still she lay there with her eyes closed, luxuriating in the barrage of sensations she was experiencing. Charlotte continued to lick her clitoris and grope her breast while I pushed a second time. This time, I felt my cockhead slip inside, past the tight entrance to Vicki's vagina. Vicki gave a loud, 'Oh!' and then relaxed. "Mmmm, what are you doing? It feels so good! Don't stop, please," she moaned, slurring a little either from the booze or the rush of sexual pleasure. I obeyed and kept sliding my cock in and out of her amazing pussy. I wasn't getting very far
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into her because of my odd position to her side, but it was obviously enough to excite her. She started grasping at her nipple – the one I wasn't sucking and chewing on – and she brought her hand up to stroke her pussy. Char got up and helped guide Vicki's hand onto the protruding nub of her clit and started her masturbating. Then, she moved over to Vicki's face and straddled her, lowering her cunt onto the innocent child's mouth. "Kiss me, Vicki. Lick me!" She urged. I couldn't see Vicki's face, but I saw her chin move and her neck rise to bring her mouth closer to my sister's crotch. Vicki planted her hand on Char's buttock and kneaded it. I gasped, now – knowing that this hot little chick knew now exactly what she was doing and was voluntarily, indeed eagerly, eating out another girl at the same time as she lost her virginity. Bloody hell! I thought – that's a heck of a first sexual experience! I remembered mine – I got a kiss and a handjob. This little kid is having a full bisexual threeway. I shafted her harder. She frigged herself more rapidly and groaned, digging her face into Char's cunt. Char shouted out and flung her head back in delight. "Fucking eat me! That's it, yes." I reached up and wetted my right finger liberally with spit. I slid it up and drew wet circles around Char's ring. She responded by spreading her legs more, granting me freer access to her needy asshole. I plunged my finger deep into her and heard her moan in lust. Then, to my astonishment, Vicki did the same thing! She dipped her fingers into her mouth and slid two of them in alongside mine. We fucked my sister's anus together. I worked my left arm down to Vicki's ass and groped her. She was already very wet – the steady seeping of her pussy having kindly lubricated her tight ring for me. I slid my fingertip into her. Her breathing immediately stepped up a notch. She was going to cum! I quickly penetrated her with my finger and wiggled it around in her tight sphincter as it hugged two of my knuckles. She bucked and pulsated. I could feel the intense pressure on my finger and my cock. I couldn't hold it any more and I pumped my sperm deep into her with several long, hard thrusts. She was almost shouting as she came, but it was muffled by virtue of the fact my sister had her pussy crammed into the girl's mouth. Char was loving it. I think she came, too, but it's always so hard to tell with her – she's usually able to cum then immediately want to do so again, so she often starts masturbating right after cumming. I usually have to give it at least fifteen minutes before going again, but I can frequently manage two or three in a row. Well, the girls made me at least tie that record that afternoon. After I had pumped my first load into Vicki, Char turned and gobbled it all back out of her, gulping down every drop, except for the few she let Vicki lick off her face. After that, the girls got together and sucked on my cock and ass, with Vicki getting the cum again – into her mouth this time. I was so turned on, watching the two of them cumswapping back and forth that I had to stick my cock into something. It ended up being Char's asshole that I sheathed my meat in – a fact that delighted her immensely. In the end, she was sandwiched between me on the bottom – vigorously shafting her ass – and Vicki on top who was sixtynining her like a pro. Both girls got their fill of pussy-juice, but I think it was probably Vicki who ended up with the prize for the most cum swallowed. She even managed to get the last few spurts that dribbled out of my sister's ass after I had finally squirted into her all that my withered nuts could supply. I think we lay there in a sprawl, stroking, kissing, and whispering sweet nothings for about half an hour before the girls got up by mutual assent and retrieved their clothes before retiring upstairs. I got up and did likewise a few minutes later, but when I went for a shower I found the bathroom all steamy and the water already running. The two girls were soaping each other up and locked mouth-to-mouth in what looked like a very loving kiss. I smiled, closed the door behind me and stepped into their welcoming arms. Since that day, the three of us have been together and never looked back. Vicki is nominally my girlfriend (in public) and Charlotte, her best friend. In reality, we're the merely the adoring boyslut and girlslut of our shared love, my little sister. The day after Char and I had brought Vicki into our secret relationship, she confided in me that the two of them had actually been involved previously. "Yeah," Char admitted nonchalantly, "I think it was about a year ago that we first tried something. She was shy, but she started it. It was kind of funny actually…" We were walking the dogs along the beach and there was nobody to overhear our conversation. It was pretty early in the morning and promised to be a nice day, so there was always the occasional jogger who passed us, but they all seemed to have headphones on. We weren't worried about privacy anyway. The beach was about a mile and a half long and the tide was out, so we had lots of space to get lost in and the rolling waves to drown the sound of our voices. I looked at her, quite surprised, but listened intently as she recounted the event.
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"I was over at Vicki's – in her bedroom. Anyway, she pulled out a porno mag all of a sudden and dropped in on my lap, telling me to check it out. It was wild – some Danish magazine that her Dad had apparently got on a business trip somewhere. Vicki had found it when she was poking through some of her Mom's stuff – Vicki's parents are divorced, so her Mom probably never even knew it existed. It had all kinds of shit in it: animals, scat, bondage … everything! You couldn't read the words, but that hardly mattered. Well, we kept looking at it and Vicki started touching herself, right there in front of me. I was like - what the fuck are you doing? And then she started touching me, too!" I laughed. Knowing her then as I did, it seemed almost unbelievable to think there was a time when Char had been shocked by something. Char swatted at me with her dog leash and made contact. She left a big red welt along the back of my leg, but I laughed it off. "Don't laugh at me," she snarled through gritted teeth – kidding, but still with a hint of real menace. I smiled at her and put my arm around her. I had on shorts and sandals, and Char wore a tight, short skirt (as she often did nowadays – it was so much better for spontaneous sex) and some flip-flops. We let the water slosh around our feet. The dogs played in the surf. Both of us wore sweatshirts because it was still breezy. "Go on," I urged. "I want to hear about it. What happened then?" Char shrugged. "We had sex. We licked each other, taking turns until we figured out that we could both do it at the same time if we lay down. It was good, but not all that great – we weren't good at it, yet. But after we came, I felt kind of bad – like we shouldn't have done it. And after that, I sort of avoided Vicki for a while. We didn't talk or anything at school, but it wasn't like we were angry or embarrassed. We just both avoided each other. I still thought about the magazine a lot and one day I asked her to let me borrow it. She was really happy I asked and she let me take it for a week or so. Man, Andy! You should have seen it – it was just fucking sick. I must have frigged myself off like five times a night looking at it. After I gave it back – Vicki was missing it, I think – I started dreaming and thinking about those things all the time. That's about when I began playing with the dogs…" I nodded, starting to see how she got where she was today. "…and when I started having sex with you." "WHAT!" I gasped, suddenly confused. She was talking about something happening nearly a year ago. We had only just started having sex. "What are you talking about?" She looked up at me with her beautiful dusky eyes and smiled. "Yeah. Some nights, I'd come into your room after everyone was fast asleep – I was too excited to sleep most times so I'd just wait up. It was easier on a weekend, but I still did it on school nights sometimes – when I really wanted you. I'd come in and just stroke you until you got hard. After a few times, I started sucking on your prick when I could get to it – when you were wearing baggy boxers or no undies at all. Those were the best times, because then I could taste you and really have sex. I actually tried climbing onto you one time, to try and fit your big cock in my little pussy, but you woke up and told me to go away…" I shook my head, partially in disbelief but also in disagreement. "You never woke me up!" She stopped and looked at me. "You said, 'Go away!' to me and you sounded pretty angry." She smirked. "You must have been asleep, still. Shit! Wish I'd known that!" We walked on in silence for a bit. She was putting things together in her head. "I was scared when you said that, because I thought you'd tell on me, but you didn't. I just figured you didn't like me doing it, even though I made you come in my mouth one time. That was pretty cool, actually – you groaned and spurted loads of your stuff into my mouth. I kept on sucking until it was all out, 'cos I didn't want to get it on your sheets. You just sighed and rolled over. I had to spit it all out and wash my mouth out; it was so nasty." She put her arm round me and hugged me. "I like it now, though, but it took some getting used to. Actually, after I sucked off Kip for the first time, I was pretty eager to go back and swallow yours, but I never did until you finally came to me." Then it became clear to me! Char had believed all along that I knew she was sucking me off at night and tolerated it, even though I didn't want it. That's why she assumed the worst when I discovered her getting eaten out by Kip: because she was
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afraid that it was the last straw and that I'd turn her in. That was also why she was so willing to submit to my 'forced' sex with her, because she really wanted sex with me – all this time. All this time, and I never knew. All this time I could have been fucking her instead of wasting my time with on-again-off-again relationships with my bitch girlfriend! Damn! It also explained why she had told me that I was further from the truth than she thought I was when I came to her that Saturday night. I could never understand girls, and here was a perfect example of why: why didn't she just say she wanted sex when she first started wanting it? I would have been happy to oblige. I put it to her. "Why didn't you just come and tell me you wanted to have some sex? I would have loved it!" She smiled. "I dunno. Just scared, I guess. Scared you'd say no. So, after I thought you didn't want me, I went back to Vicki. We had sex a few more times – just licking and making each other cum by hand. She liked it a lot more than I did, because I wanted more than just a tongue-job once a week. I started hanging out in the arcade, in the record store, until I finally worked out how to get the toys. After I got them, I started using them bigtime. I love that butt plug - the fat one. The little one was useless from the start, so I don't miss it. I often wear the big one all day at school – it helps me concentrate, because then I'm not thinking about sex all the time. I can just squirm in my seat and I feel good all over." I let my hand slip down and groped her ass under her skirt. My finger trespassed to her asshole and I felt the hard rubber base of the plug in question right there in her. She smiled up at me. "Give it a wiggle for me, please," she begged. I granted her request and was deeply gratified to see the blissful look that crossed her face. A minute later, she kept relating her tale. "I stopped having sex with Vicki, but we were still friends. I think she found someone else for a while, so it wasn't a problem. I don't even know if it was a boy or a girl – could have been either. She's pretty Bi, I think, but she's just not pushy when it comes to sex. I tend more toward boys, but you know – sex is sex. 'Do anything to anything,' is my motto," she giggled at her witticism. She completed the story of her sexual deviance, but it was all about the same from there. The real turning point came for her that Saturday night when I finally stuck my cock in her mouth and opened a whole new world of adventurous sex for her. She had called Vicki and told her a bit more than she said she would because she wanted it to be a surprise for me – a present. When she told me that, I felt a little strange. "How can you give me another person as a present? You don't own her." "Actually, I do. That was part of the deal. She has always had a crush on you, and I made her promise that she belonged to me and would do whatever I told her to. She's so eager to be a total slut and have every kind of sex in that magazine, that she agreed." I was flabbergasted. "You made her promise…" "It's perfect! Don't you see?" She interrupted. "Vicki is like a total fucking cumslut-wannabe. She's so sick it's just sad to see her incapable and afraid to do any of the things she really wants to do. She just doesn't know HOW to do anything. She doesn't have the stamina that you have. You don't know that you can do these things, but you're willing to give it a try because you can tough it out. Vicki's just weak. If I pissed in her mouth, she'd scream and vomit even though she wants to gulp it all down. She wouldn't even let me try, I bet, but if I piss in your mouth and you piss in my mouth, then she might get up her nerve and actually try the things she's been fantasizing about for over a year. The thing is, she needs to have a reason to do it – and that's why I made her promise. Now she feels she HAS to, because that was the price of giving her virginity to you – the one she's secretly loved for ages!" I just gawked.
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Eventually, I could speak again. "So, what do we do now?" She grasped my hand and squeezed it. "Now, we do Vicki!" As it turned out, Char had been scheming – not an unexpected discovery, but a pleasant one given the results of her plan. In two days' time, Vicki's mother was going to a funeral. She wasn't taking Vicki because it was a work-acquaintance. Going to her Dad's was out of the question because there were some issues there. The short of it was that Vicki's Mom needed to get a sitter for her. Char had suggested me, being of a responsible age, but obviously having a teenage boy watch a teenage girl overnight was just plain stupid. This was where Char came in. "So, I suggested that I stay over and you could watch both of us," she explained. "Vicki's Mom is just dumb or gullible, or something, because she agreed that if I was there, that it would all be OK. She must assume that you wouldn't do anything with her daughter if your sister is there to monitor you." She laughed at the irony of it all. I had to admit, it was funny. I knew that the far safer solution for Vicki's mother would have been just to have her little girl stay over with us, but she didn't really know our parents and there weren't any spare beds anyway. We had to prepare, though, so Vicki came over that afternoon and we all went up to town on the bus. We left the bus station and headed straight for the arcade. We walked together. Vicki was so adorable in her pink and pale blue outfit – totally different to Char's miniskirt, thigh-high stockings, and leather jacket. I just had on jeans and a tee shirt. Vicki clung to me the whole way, often glancing up with besotted eyes. I kept my arm around her, too. She was cute! She was way prettier than any other girl I'd gone out with before, and I felt rather good with her at my side, even though she was quite a bit younger. She wore makeup well, and it made her seem much more in my age range – more appropriate than Char would have looked hanging onto me. For my own part, I could often get away with looking old enough to get into places that were only for the 18-and-over crowd. Our plan was for me to go into the 'toyshop' section of the record and alternative clothing store while the girls shopped for some racy clothes for our sleepover-cum-sex-party. We were all very excited and we must have been trembling visibly as we entered the store. The smell of Patchouli Juice, probably masking the smell of weed, greeted us as we went in. "OK, you go left Andy, we'll go right and we'll all meet up in the middle," Char instructed, taking Vicki's hand and leading her off. Vicki glanced back with a smile and a silent, 'Bye'. She was so infatuated it was almost embarrassing, but I did enjoy her affectionate manner. She was a very sweet girl and, as Char had shown me, a total sex maniac. How could I fault that? I had to do my part to get the best toys and accoutrements to make sure she would have the best night of her young life, so I steeled myself and turned toward the adult section walking in as casually as I could like I did it every day. I even smiled pleasantly and asked the cashier – a middle aged woman with a pierced nose and a cigarette in hand – where the toys and bondage gear was, without so much as a quaver in my voice. She looked at me coldly. "How old are you?" She asked. I grinned. "Old enough to fuck," I replied brazenly. Of course, the age of consent in England is sixteen, so I was technically telling the truth even though I was implying that I was older. The woman raised her eyebrows, trying to decide if I was just being cheeky or coming on to her. Evidently she gave me the benefit of the doubt and smiled. "That way, love. Just over there you'll find what you're looking for. Let me know if you need any help," she said with perhaps just a slight leer as she drew again on her cigarette. She probably watched my ass as I went, but hey – that's what it's for, right? I was spoiled for choice, but I made sure to get a couple more butt plugs so we'd all have one each, as well as some restraints and a few other esoteric devices for inserting, clamping, or lashing with. I also grabbed a selection of porn movies and some other novelties that took my fancy. I spent nearly all the cash that Char had given me – she'd been saving her
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allowance since she'd coerced some anonymous guy with oral sex to buy things for her the first time. We had close to two hundred pounds to splurge and I spent my half in fairly short order. The lady at the desk was impressed with my purchases. She carefully double-bagged everything to be discreet – probably because she suspected that I was underage and she didn't want to get caught either. When Char and Vicki met me in the record section, we had just enough left to get a used CD. We found something we could all like and dance crazy to, so that was that. Vicki and Char refused to let me see their treasures, so I decided to keep mine secret, too. The only other thing we needed was alcohol, but we were going to get that on the day – it was a little tougher to keep that hidden at home. When the day came, we could hardly wait. We hadn't got together since the shopping trip, for various annoying reasons – mostly due to parental stupidity – but it had the unintended side-effect of making us all really, really horny and just edge-ofour-seat excited to get the party on. I almost fluffed buying the booze at the first place, but at a second off-license I was able to get some wine coolers for the girls (they tasted better, apparently), some beer for myself, and a bottle of champagne for us to share – I had a plan, you see. Vicki's Mom filled me in on all the necessary details after I stowed my overnight bag (full of sex-implements and bottles wrapped in socks, so they didn't clink). She was pretty hot, herself. She looked about thirty, and I wondered if she was as loose as her daughter as she led me around the house explaining about how to switch on the shower, and how to lock the door properly, and other dumb shit like that. I just nodded and pretended to listen while I admired her ass in the tight pants she was wearing. They were the sort that let you see exactly where the line of her underwear was, and even cleft into her pussy to give a glimpse of what we now call 'camel toe'. We didn't have that word back then, but Vicki's Mom certainly had the real thing in abundance. She caught me staring at her tits at one point as she was saying something about phone numbers. She waved a hand in front of my transfixed eyes, and I thought, 'Oh fuck – she's going to get pissed off at me and cancel everything.' I looked right at her, terribly embarrassed. She just smiled, like she'd caught me being bad and just found it funny. "I'm up here, Andy, not down where you were looking," she said pointing to her face. "Yes, Mrs. Moon. I'm sorry, I just got… distracted." She nodded. "Distracted – right. Well, I think I've bored you enough. I'm sure you'll do a good job. Your sister says you’re a very responsible person, and I believe her. Just make sure you get my daughter into bed by ten o'clock…" She stopped. "Um, let me rephrase that," she said laughing. "Make sure my daughter gets to bed by ten. Yes, that's a better way to put it." She laughed it off, looking a bit embarrassed for the accidental innuendo. I didn't quite catch it all at the time, but thinking back on it made me wonder later if she'd actually been contemplating such matters herself. "As for you," she went on, her composure a little shaken, "You can feel free to get into my bed whenever you want." I stared at her, my eyes going wide. Had she just said…? "What?" She asked, seeing my astonished look. Suddenly, she blushed. "No, I mean… well obviously you'll be using my room – I assume, at least – and you don't have a bedtime. Well, what I mean is that you should feel free to…" Her voice trailed off, seeing that there was no way to dig herself out of the hole she'd just made. So she just laughed and patted my arm, excusing herself with a smile. She left, and I was happy both to see her go and to watch her go. She had a nice ass! I could totally see myself doing her some time, and I half thought she wouldn't object to the concept. I sighed and closed the door, using the Chubb security lock as she'd told me to, and then turned to go do her daughter instead.
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We started by unpacking the drinks. The girls wanted to go change, so they did. I drew the curtains and got the videos set up. We had music, porn, booze, and a few little surprises in my bag of tricks. Char and Vicki had a surprise for me, too. They came downstairs. Char had on a skimpy red negligee with a glistening red patent leather g-string beneath. She wore long, red silken gloves and high heels. She looked awesome, but my gaze followed the black leather leash in her hand up to the collar around the neck of the girl who followed her. Vicki wore spiked collar and an outfit made entirely of straps that ran horizontally across her otherwise naked body. There was one crossing her nipples, one around her belly and a set that nicely framed her pussy and came back up her ass, with a broad strap over her abdomen. They were all held together by a pair of connecting straps running up her sides and looping over her shoulders. She also had on a pair of restraint cuffs on both her ankles and wrists, and while they weren't particularly exciting to look at it was what they portended that suddenly had me excited. Char led beautiful Vicki over to where I stood and handed me her leash. I took it and Vicki smiled at me gleefully and made to hop up and hug me, but Char stilled her with a word. She went sheepish and looked at me with imploring eyes. "May I, Mistress?" She asked of Char, who pondered it for a minute before nodding. Seeing she had been granted permission, she hugged me and held me tight. I caressed her back and shapely buttocks. Char did, too, dwelling on her anus with a finger. I parted from her and handed each of them a drink from my goody bag. In return, Char handed me a carrier bag. "Wear this," she insisted. I smiled and passed her my bag of extras. "Maybe you can find a use for some of these," I suggested, then went off to change. I could hear the girls getting very excited by my purchases as I changed into the black leather zip-fronted jockstrap and steel collar that Char had procured for me. I looked at myself in the mirror. It seemed pretty cool, so I came back downstairs to see a most erotic sight. Vicki was lying on her back as Char licked her asshole and made it all wet. Vicki was thoroughly enjoying it, although her expression changed to surprise and nervousness when she felt Char begin to insert one of the new butt plugs into her. I went over and groped Char's ass, just to wiggle the plug she already had in, and then I went to lick Vicki's anus a bit more to help ease the plug in. It slid deep into her, but Char had to keep pushing it in a bit then pulling it back to let me drool on her a little more. The regular thrust and pull back action had Vicki rolling her head in joyous lust once she overcame the discomfort. Finally, with one last thrust the body of the plug slipped entirely into Vicki's asshole and she yelped with pleasure as it slid home. I put a finger into her drizzling pussy and could feel the shaft and tip of the plug through her vaginal wall. She moaned as I stroked her insides. I couldn't help myself: I dropped down and started lovingly eating her clitoris and chewing on her puffy lips, so wet and tender. She coo-ed and moaned in delight. Behind me, Char lubricated my asshole with her tongue and when I was ready she fitted me with a plug, too. It felt good just to be so full in my ass. It felt even better to know we all had them now. I kept licking Vicki and fingering her. Char passed me the vibrating dildo I had bought and I eased it into the writhing little girl, who just moaned and whispered, "I love you," over and over again as I ate her. Char got up and straddled her, but so I could watch Vicki lick her this time. She teased Vicki with her pussy asking her, "Do you love me, too?" "Yes, Mistress, I love you! Let me eat you, please," she begged, trying to reach Char's pussy with her tongue. Eventually, Charlotte lowered her cunt enough for Vicki to reach it and the blond girl – still in pigtails – feasted on her new owner's twat. I sat up to watch the show. Vicki licked and sucked well, but she really needed something to get her to bring it up a
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notch. I went to the bag, leaving the vibrator in her pussy, still. I selected a set of clamps – just small ones for beginners, which we all were – and went over to Vicki. I pushed her boob-strap aside and stroked her tiny tits. Dropping onto one knee, I started suckling on her nipple as she furiously licked at my sister's cunt. Once I had both Vicki's nips standing to attention, I clamped them simultaneously. She screamed and thrashed. I grabbed her arms and held her down. Char soothed her. "Yeah, it hurts – but that's just for now. Keep eating me, slut!" She said in a very tender voice. Vicki looked at me, like I'd betrayed her. I kneaded her tits, letting go of her arms and then went down on her pussy again. She relaxed, panting, and gradually started licking Char once more. I took the vibrator out of her cunt and pulled at the plug in her ass. She gasped out loud as it popped out. Before she could recover, the vibrator went back in to take its place. She resisted and writhed at the intense pressure, but my tongue-work on her clit had the desired effect. Once Vicki was settled, I came round and brought my cock to bear on her hole. It slid into her very easily and I could feel the pressure and the buzzing of the vibrator in her ass. It stroked the underside of my cock as I slowly started to fuck her. I have no idea what it did to her, but she really enjoyed it. Char watched all this with a big grin. She took hold of the chain connecting Vicki's nipple clamps and lifted it. Vicki had no choice but to arch her back to lighten the load on her agonized nipples, but she didn't cry out this time. Was she learning that pain was pleasure? Surely not so soon? She just kept licking Char and sucking on her pussy. We were having a fine time of it, when there was a mechanical sound from the door. It took a second for me to notice, but the front door was being unlocked and … opened! We were in full view, right there in the family room, sprawled on the floor with a porn movie on behind us and alcoholic drinks all around us, as Vicki's Mom came in through the door. I saw her face, but Vicki and Char were in no position to see. "Fuck! Vicki – you're Mom's back!" Mrs. Moon froze in horrified shock. She saw us all – her daughter in the middle of a bondage-inspired threeway, eating cunt and being fucked. Vicki suddenly stood up and stared, shocked. The vibrator came out as she moved, dropping onto the floor. Mrs. Moon glanced at it, guessing where it had been. Oh, we were so fucked it wasn't even funny. My cock went limp! Vicki looked like she was going to cry. Her Mom looked like she was going to commit murder. She slammed the front door and stalked forward. Only Char was smiling. She reached out and unclipped Vicki's nipple clamps and whispered, "Do it! Now!" Vicki glanced at her. Inexplicably, a serene calm descended on her and a smile crossed her face. She walked toward her mother. Just as she got within range, her Mom viciously slapped her face. "Slut!" She yelled at her. It brought tears to Vicki's eyes. I took a step forward, but Char stopped me with an upraised hand. "What did you expect, Mom? You thought I'd forget everything and just turn out a normal kid? Yeah, I'm a slut." Her mother was incensed. "Your father deserves to die for what he did to you that made you this way!" Vicki shrugged. "Yeah, he abused me. Can't say I didn't enjoy it at the time, but supposedly I didn't know any better. You knew about it, though. You let him do it, because you wanted us to stay together. Didn't work out, huh?" Vicki's mother lost some of her anger. Now she nervously glanced from Vicki, to me, to Char. She looked afraid, suddenly.
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"What are you saying, Vicki? That's ridiculous." There was a quaver in her voice that hadn't been there before. "How long was it, Mom? How long was it after the divorce that you started to do what he'd been doing? A week, a month?" Now Mrs. Moon started to shiver and shake her head. "No!" She said, but it was more of a plea than a demand. "You started to come into my room every night and satisfy your lust for me. I pretended to sleep while you came in and spread my legs and then softly kissed my little pussy, looking up to see if you were waking me. I just stayed still and let you because I thought that you would go away like Daddy had if I didn't. You got bolder, though, you started licking me hard and sucking on my cunt. I remember the times you would squat over me and brush my lips with your pussy and whisper things like, 'lick me sweetie.' And how you'd plead with me to eat you. You know what?" Vicki's Mom was crying. Her world was coming apart. She just shook her head. Vicki went over to her and stroked her face. "You know what? I would have, but I was too afraid. Now, I'm not afraid any more." She kissed her mother on the lips – just a peck. Then she did so again, but dwelt more on them. The third time, she kissed more fully and with some passion. Char tapped me and pointed to Mrs. Moon's groin. Vicki was softly fondling her Mom's pussy! Mrs. Moon was also starting to return her daughter's kisses. "Char, you are a fucking genius!" I whispered. She glanced at me and winked. "I know. Now, let's party!" Vicki was kissing her mother and groping her pussy. Charlotte came up beside her and started lifting up Vicki's Mom's thin sweater. As soon as it was up, Vicki helped her, by unsnapping the front-clasp bra, and both girls started to suck furiously on the two heavy breasts that tumbled forth. I came up alongside, and Mrs. Moon dropped a hand down to caress my engorging cock and smiling at me with sudden joy in her eyes. I helped her down to the floor, and then began to unfasten her tight pants. I had wondered what was in there and I was damned if I was going to wait so much as a minute to find out. She raised her ass off the floor to facilitate my undressing of her. She had on some very hot gauzy pink panties that looked way to sexy to attend a funeral in. I unfurled them and slid them off her to reveal a most wonderful sight: she had the hottest shaved mound I had ever seen, bar my sister's naked clam. I started to eat. Char and Vicki shifted slightly. Char pushed Mrs. Moon's tits together and sucked both nipples into her mouth at once, chewing and slurping loudly on them while Vicki lowered her muff onto her Mom's mouth. I could hear her pleading. "Eat me Mommy! Suck me! Fuck me with your tongue!" The slurping, moaning sounds that ensued were adequate indication to me that all requested sucking was indeed taking place. I redoubled my own efforts and was rewarded by an opening of her legs. Pushing hard, I discharged the plug from my own ass and brought it up on Mrs. M's ass, drizzling enough spit on it to slide home. She groaned when I plugged her, but she nearly shouted when I slid my cock into her pussy and started slamming her cunt hard with my meat. Char came and sucked on the clit for me, while I pumped Vicki's Mom for all I was worth. Char was a selfish little bitch. She knew I was going to cum, so she reached down and popped my cock out on a backstroke, slipping it up to slam into her own mouth as I thrust again. I grunted and squirted into her. She sucked it all in and then hopped off to move to the other end of her friend's mother. I watched her spit all the cum into Mrs. Moon's mouth as she ate her daughter out. Char grinned at me, proud of what she'd done. Then she came over to me.
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"You need to piss, right? Do it in Vicki's mouth. She's almost ready. I'll help." I repositioned myself and let Vicki suck on me for a while, just to get the last of the cum off me. Then, when I felt like I could start to piss, Char put her mouth beside Vicki's and I held my cock in front of it. Vicki watched as I concentrated and built up pressure to start the golden trickle into my sister's mouth. Char almost yelped with excitement when the stream started, gurgling the piss down with great enthusiasm. Vicki looked so needy – so thoroughly like she wanted some, too. She had her mouth wide open and an imploring face that just begged for the next wild sensation to be delivered to her. I did it! I burst a load of piss in her mouth like a fire hose. It splashed all over. She swallowed what she could, but the rest she just sprayed down on her Mom's face. Her mother, to her credit, swallowed all she received so I changed my aim and cascaded my urine onto her face. The look of joy she wore while eating her daughter's clit and sucking down hot teenagerpiss was just amazing. The final joy came when I uncorked the bottle of champagne, and we all drank from Mrs. Moon's pussy like it was fine crystal. I'd shove the bottle in as she propped herself up on her elbows, ass in the air, and after a few good fucks with the bottle – getting deeper every time – I'd yank it out and we'd all start sucking and slurping at the fizzy beverage oozing out of her hairless cunt. It was a scream! Vicki's Mom loved it because she said was tickly, and we loved the drunk we were getting on – right out of her snatch. Of course, Vicki had to celebrate her new, open relationship with her mother and the champagne served us well there too. I dumped the last third of the bottle right into her ass and then she lovingly delivered it to her mother to celebrate their new union. We spent many evenings over at Vicki's house after that. It was a wonderful time. I had Char at home – the sexual mastermind that she was; Vicki in public, who was the most affectionate little girl one could ever wish for; and my cock had a reserved parking spot in Helen Moon's cunt, ass, and/or mouth absolutely any time it fucking well wanted it. The funniest part was that Vicki and her Mom both got pregnant within about a month of each other. They were having such a great time that the double pregnancy really brought them together. I really felt good about becoming a Dad, and wondered which of my kids would suck me off first. I'd have to wait and see, and in the mean time let my sister do the job for me. Char was the ultimate winner out of it all. She had a boyslut, a girlslut, and a mommyslut to play with. When she finally started her periods, she was so happy. I was too, because I was the only one of the three who had the special treat of eating out Char's menstrual discharge, as bitter, pungent, and metallic as it was. Of course, as much as I tried, I could never get my little sis to fuck me. But in the end, it wasn't my attempts that would result in success - it was hers. That part of our tale is much darker, and I may never tell it here, suffice to say that her promise that she'd not be around forever was ultimately fulfilled. In memoriam: my dirty little sister.
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