Fifteen-year-old Anne Stratton let out a frustrated sigh. She KNEW she should have waited to remove her contacts in the bathroom, but her stupid little sister had been in there for so long that she'd gotten impatient and now she'd dropped one. It wasn't fair; here Anne was fifteen years old and she still had to live in the same room with her wacky little sister!
Oh well, she thought, and got down on her hands and knees to look. Should be right here . . .
"I see Annie's heinie. . . I see Annie's heinie. . ," a little voice sang behind her. She turned around to see her eight-year-old sister Ellie kneeling on her bed, watching her.
Ellie giggled. "Whatcha doin'?"
Anne looked at her. It was hard to stay mad at the little imp, especially the way she looked now, right before bed, in her little big girl's two-piece underwear set. And it's true, it must be an interesting view from there, she considered, seeing as how I've only got my panties and socks on! Anne didn't want to let go of her pique too soon, however, so she tried to restrain a smile.
"What does it LOOK like I'm doing?" She felt the smile starting anyway. She wiggled her butt a bit.
"I'm putting on a show for you!" And she wiggled her butt again. Ellie noticed her sister's bare breasts, which she usually covered up quick. The nipples seemed to be growing! She felt a strange stirring; this was a weird game, but she liked it!
"Really?? Cool!!" She stood up on the bed and clapped.
"I like this show!"
Anne actually blushed. She had felt her nipples begin to harden to the sensuality of assuming this position in front of Ellie. Oh, stop, she thought. "No, silly," and she went back to looking, "I'm just looking for my contact. It fell."
Ellie stood, a bit downcast. "Oh." She was at a loss somewhat, feeling oddly let down. "Want any help?"
"No. Thanks." Ellie watched idly as her sister searched. Anne's bottom was fascinating her. It was so big, and round, and. . .KISSABLE, was the feeling she thought, and was surprised at the rush of warmth, of pleasure, that seeped into her little missy.
Anne, too, was aware of the silence behind her, of still, unintentionally intentionally, putting on a show. She felt her little sister's eyes on her bottom, and felt a light thrill at bending just a little bit lower than was necessary, of her panties tightening, shifting slightly against her moving bottom. Wow, she thought, this is interesting. I'm kind of getting turned on here. She felt a small rustling behind her, and felt a little stab of disappointment. Oh well, show's over.
Anne continued the search. Ellie probably wanted a story read now, so she'd have to get up, and get dressed. . ."What?" as she searched.
"Does this help?"
To her amazement, and distinct welling of pussy juice, she saw little Ellie turned around on her bed with her panties pulled down to just below her bottom. The imp was performing a little dance, swinging her bared butt back and forth.
Her sister turned her head, a sly grin on her face. "I thought I should give YOU a show to help you look!" And she did another little cute grind. Ellie's bottom had a light tan line, and was just beginning to swell into womanliness. The way she squeezed and shook those smooth cheeks made Anne's insides flip. OK, she thought. Let's play.
"Well, it sure helps me look. But not for my contacts!"
With a look of triumph, Ellie threw her fists in the air. "Woo-hoo!" Then she smacked her cheeks.
"OK, my turn. You can't look." And Anne rolled over onto her back and spread her legs. I wonder what Ellie will make of THIS? She had a moment of doubt: should she be doing this? Her sister was EIGHT, for God'sake. But it feels so good. . . I don't care, my missy just feels too good. "OK, here's the show. . ."
When Ellie eagerly turned, she hadn't known what to expect. Maybe Annie would pull down her pants too? What she saw was at first a tiny disappointment, but then she noticed how LONG her big sister's legs were, and what an amazingly smoooth journey it was from her knees down to the fascinating center of her, that mysterious, bunchy place between her legs. . .And Anne's panties had indeed bunched into her damp pussy, defining the tantalizing outline of her sex.
"Like the show?" Anne's right foot pointed and pushed her butt off the floor a bit. Ellie stood, panties still down at her thighs, with her mouth open.
"Annie. . .you're so beeYOUtiful!" The reverence with which she breathed this made Anne blush. She grinned and made little circles with her firm, athletic bottom.
"Why thank you." She felt her missy just gushing. Better close up now or I'm going to start dripping on the floor! She sat up, laying a hand on her crotch and idly rubbing. "Your turn!"
Ellie stared at her sister, feeling a little breathless. She swallowed. "Hmmm. . ." She absently touched her own slit, and patted. Anne had an urge to help her, but waited. This was getting a little . . .scary, she thought. But it really, really felt good. And she had never had any kind of feeling like this before. Especially for her little sister! Yes, Ellie was cute, adorable even, with her shoulder-length blonde hair and Little Miss America looks. But Anne's affection had always been sisterly, motherly, protective. Never sexual, or at least never that she had been aware of. . .
"Okay," chirped Ellie, "turn around!" Anne did so, sitting cross-legged on the floor and looking into the mirror that leaned against the opposite wall. She heard lots of rustling from the bed, and noticed how hugely erect her puffy nipples were. "Wow," and she took them between her fingers and squeezed. "Ohhh, man, I'm going to have to get myself off pretty soon," she shuddered.
A little voice called from the bed. "Okay now, before you look. . .umm. . .before you look, you have to kneel up in front of the bed with your eyes closed!" Anne clumsily turned and felt her way to the foot of the bed and knelt up.
"Ready?" she said.
"Ready." answered Ellie.
Anne opened her eyes to the erotic vision of her little sister Ellie lying on the bed, completely naked. One leg was splayed out and bent, in a brazen display of the girl's hairless little glistening slit. One thin arm lay straight out, while the other bent back around her head like a reclining movie star's. Ellie eyes were squeezed shut and she had a huge grin on her face.
Anne's tongue came out and licked her lip. "Well," she murmured.
Ellie's eyes popped wide open. "Like the show??!!" Anne could only nod. She could smell the little girl's excitement, a feral sweetness. On an impulse, she quickly leaned down and planted a smooch on Ellie's open missy! Ellie squealed.
Before her sister could react further, Anne stood up. She hooked her thumbs in her waistband. "Close your eyes!" she scolded. Ellie did so, her hand going immediately to her moist little crotch. She touched where the feeling of Annie's lips still lingered, and stroked the area as she would a kitty. She began stroking the kitty faster, and a wonderful, scary feeling began welling up inside her.
"Okay!" Ellie's hand stopped. She looked over the bed to see Annie on the floor again with her bottom out, but now it was bare!! Ellie scooted to the edge of the bed for a better look.
Annie smiled from the mirror. "Like the show?" Ellie absently began rubbing her own missy again. Anne saw this. "I guess you do," and she herself reached under and through her thighs to touch herself. God, she was wet! "Want to see? Come here, get right behind me." And Ellie jumped over to kneel, lower legs splayed like a little girl's, between Anne's feet.
"See here?" Anne spread her labia apart.
Ellie leaned in, her little face just inches from her sister's wet, fragrant pussy. "Wow," she breathed. "It's so WET!"
Anne felt the breath, and shuddered. "Mm-hmm. . .that's because it feels really good. It gets wet when it's feeling really good."
"Mine feels really good, too! See," as little Ellie opened her legs, "mine is wet, too!" She ran a finger down her shining slit. "I thought I peed a little, but it's not really like pee. . ."
Anne watched all this from the mirror. "Does it feel good when you play with your missy?"
Ellie blushed, not really aware that she'd been "caught". "Uh-huh."
"Feels good to me, too." She ran her finger slowly along her crack, from anus to clit. "Oooh. . ." Ellie's eyes were wide. "Try that," murmured Anne, as she worked her fingers through her slit. "Just, do you fingers all around in your missy." She watched, getting so hot, as little Ellie began rubbing her bare little cunt in earnest. "Mmm, yeah, El, just like you're fingerpainting in a nice, cozy circle." Ellie heaved a shaky little sigh and smiled weakly. "You feel it?"
Ellie nodded, her lips parted. Her tiny hand made faster and faster little circles. Anne picked up her pace as well, sinking and swirling her fingers in and out and around her own sopping missy. Oh God, she was getting close! And her little sister was beginning to pant, as her hips now were rising to the busy hand, pushing into it.
The image was too much for Anne. She twirled around to face Ellie, whose little tongue stuck out in concentration. Anne put her hands on the little girl's thighs and looked into her glazed eyes. "You want me to kiss it again?" she breathed. Ellie could only nod helplessly.
Anne picked the child up and almost threw her to the bed. She roughly pulled Ellie to the edge and thrust the pliant little legs outwards, outwards. Pulling the busy hand away, Anne buried her face in her sister's humid crotch, and began mauling the slick little pussy with her tongue. Immediately, Ellie began to moan, a little-girl moan, high-pitched, wavering, and frantic. This drove Anne wild, and she licked furiously, sucking on the tender lips, then digging into the fold that enclosed the little girl's budding clit.
"Aaaaahh!! Annie, I"m. . .I'm, aaaaaaAAAAaagh,. . . ohhhhhhh, Annieeeeeeee, ohmmmmmmMMmmmaaaAAAAHhhh!! AAhh!!"
Her sister slurped and sucked, and slid her tongue down to lick Ellie's soapy-smelling, sweaty little asshole, then wormed her tongue in there, too. The girl's bottom worked furiously, spasming now, as Ellie was crying and screaming, her arms flailing around her head and batting at the bed. Then Anne's tongue slid up and her mouth glued itself to Ellie's slit as the little girl went into a paroxysm of pleasure: her bottom lifted straight up and froze, shaking vigorously. Then it came down, with Anne's tongue still buried in her little sister's sweetness. Spasm after slowing spasm racked Ellie's little body.
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