Lusting for my Used Sister

by Mandil

The story that I am about to tell you happened over thirty years ago when I was fourteen. We were then living in a very small town by the name of Maple Ridge, the nearest big city was Newport and it was a little over two hours drive from where we were living. By the time I reached my fourteenth birthday I had gone to Newport only twice and on each occasion it had been to attend a funeral of some relative who had been living there. So what little that I knew of city life, I had learned from watching television programs such as Dragnet, the Uncorruptable and similar programs where the action took place in a city.

The events of this story took place in Maple Ridge and they have nothing to do with big city life. But I think that it is useful here to mention my lack of knowledge of life outside of Pine Hill for the benefit of those readers that might not understand why I reacted and acted the way I did to these events that make up this story.

My parents were of middle income bracket. My father owned a garage where he was working about sixty hours a week and I didn't see much of him except on Sundays when we usually went to our cottage situated by a lake or if the weather was not that good, we sometimes went to visit my grand parents.

My sister Vicky and I, both hated to go to the cottage. It was situated in the middle of nowhere and the electric line didn't even go that far. Besides going fishing in the lake or hunting in the surrounding woods, - both of which I didn't like - there wasn't much to do there.

At the time my sister was twelve and we were the only children in the family. My mother was very strict with us and there was no question for me of going out with girls. As for Vicky, being two years younger than I was, it was worst still. Being a girl, it meant that dating boys was really something that was going to happen in the far future for her.

Living next to our house was the Barton's. Roger Barton was in his mid twenties at the time and he and his wife Sandra had a two years old boy named Jimmy. Vicky began to baby-sit for them every Saturday evening while they went to the movies.

Mr. Barton had two small trucks and a man was working full time for him. He was a bread distributor for a popular brand of bread and every morning he and Jim Leduc - the man working for him - would make the round to each store within a forty miles radius of Maple Ridge so as to supply them with fresh bread. Behind the Barton's house was a small warehouse where every night, a large truck from the bread company would stop by at two or three in the morning and unload the fresh supply of bread for the morning deliveries.

When little Jimmy reached two, Mrs. Barton began to help to organize the weekly bingo in the basement of the church. Since her husband, even though he sometimes was back home from his round, still had work to do in the warehouse. He therefore couldn't be in the house and keep an eye on his sleeping son. So Mrs. Barton began to ask Vicky to baby-sit for her until her husband finished his work in the warehouse.

One day, an event occurs which is responsible for the whole series of events that unfolded afterward. At the time, when it happened, it was nothing that seemed very important, but still it was the spark that was responsible for setting in motion the series of events that were unleashed after that.

It was in early summer at the beginning of my school vacation when it all began. I was playing hide and seek in the back yard with a couple of my friends when I saw Mr. Barton entering the house through the back door. It was a Friday evening and I knew that my sister was baby-sitting there, I had seen Mrs. Barton leaving an hour before to help in the preparation of the weakly bingo.

When I saw Mr. Barton entering his house, I told myself that Vicky was going to come out at any moment and she was going to join us in our game. But it didn't happen. She came out of the Barton's house well over an hour later and further more, when I asked her to join us, she said that she didn't feel like playing. Instead, she went directly home.

I would have forgotten completely about the incident, if the next day, while we were all seated around the table, mother asked my sister if Mr. Barton had gotten back early from his bread round.

"I can't say since I didn't see him at all. I got back here as soon as Sandra," Vicky always called Mrs. Barton by her first name, "got back from the bingo."

She was lying, I could still recall seeing Mr. Barton arriving and entering the house less than an hour after his wife had left. I was about to tell mother that Vicky was lying but for some reason that I can't explain, something told me to keep quiet about it and to try to figure out why she was lying.

So I didn't say anything, but from that moment on I began to pay closer attention to Vicky, especially when she went baby-sitting for the Barton.

I then began to notice small things that in themselves were quite insignificant, but if taken as a whole, they were pointing to one thing. Vicky was falling for Mr. Barton's charms.

I noticed that on those days that she went baby-sitting for the Barton, she seemed to be more nervous the whole day before going there. During the day preceding her baby sitting evening, she wouldn't play with us and nothing seemed to interest her. Then when she changed her clothes and got ready to leave, she would comb and fix her hair for an hour in the bathroom, I even suspected that she was putting on a little make-up from mother's kit.

It surprised me that mother didn't notice her strange behavior, but I suppose that her trust in Vicky didn't allow for the possibility that her twelve years old daughter would fall under the charms of a married man.

A couple of weeks after the lying incident, it was a Friday evening and as usual Vicky was baby-sitting when I saw once again Mr. Barton entering the house less than an hour after his wife had left. I was now really anxious to see if Vicky was going to come out or not. But as I expected, she didn't and after another hour of ball pitching in the yard with one of my friends, I finally told him that I had enough for the evening and I was going home to watch TV. Now that I think about this, it was rude of me to get rid of him like that, but we were kids and I am sure that he must have done the same thing to me on a couple of occasions.

As soon as I was inside the house and I was sure that Paul was gone - the name of my friend was Paul - I got back outside. The daylight was just beginning to fade and even though it was not dark yet, I could see that in most of the houses the lights were turned on. I then asked myself, what should I do?

Vicky was still in the Barton's house and Mr. Barton was there also, what was going on inside? Why was she staying there?

One thing was certain though; mother wouldn't approve of her being there while he was in the house. In the last year Vicky had begun to develop a great deal and her breasts were well on theirs way to filling completely her training bra. Even her upper thighs were bigger than mine and her round bottom gave her the appearance of being older than her twelve years.

Mother was very strict on these matters and she certainly wouldn't want the neighbors talking about her young daughter being all by herself in the house with a married man.

Of course I knew that she wasn't doing anything wrong. She was probably just talking to him and hoping that he would notice her a little more than he usually did.

But still, in the back of my mind I couldn't figure out why he would want to waste his time talking to someone who was only twelve. What could they be talking about?

The more I thought about it the more intrigued I became and before I fully realized what I was doing, I was walking toward the back of the Barton's house and then I slipped in between their house and the cedar hedge that separated their property from ours.

There was a window just a few feet ahead and I could see the light illuminating the blind from the inside. Even though it was pulled down all the way there was still a crack of a few inches at the bottom.

I knew that what I was about to do was not right and should I be caught doing this, I would be in a lot of trouble, not to mention the indignation of being called a peeping Tom.

But the chances of my being caught were very slim indeed since the six-foot high cedar hedge hid me completely from our driveway and the only way someone could see me was from the inside the house. It therefore became very important that I took all of the necessary precautions as I approached the window. The opening under the blind was exactly at eye level and I slowly approach one eye near the left bottom corner.

I was looking into the kitchen. Vicky was seated around the kitchen table while Mr. Barton was standing behind her; he was stroking her hair with both of his hands. He was probably paying her a compliment about her long hair - Vicky had beautiful light brown hair that went below her shoulders - as I could tell by the way he was sliding his hands through her long hair at the back.

But he didn't stop there. While holding all of her hair with one hand at the back of her neck, his other hand began to massage the side and back of her neck.

It surprised me to see that Vicky wasn't protesting in the least. Usually my sister didn't even allow me to touch her hair even when we were playing. He kept on rubbing and stroking her neck with one hand and soon it was over her left cheek. I could even see his fingers passing over the side of her lips, which she gradually parted, but after of couple of minutes of this I noticed that she had one of his fingers inside her mouth.

What the hell is going on in there, I told myself. He was certainly not only showing admiration for my sister's hair, she had half of his finger in her mouth and further more I could tell that she was sucking on it.

Should I run home and tell mother what I had seen? No, later I would do that I told myself. Now I wanted to see just what else they were going to do. Beside they weren't doing anything wrong yet even though I knew that mother would not think so.

In and out of her mouth, he began to move his fingers. I found this very strange, then it suddenly hit me like a stone on the head, he was mimicking the movement of a cock in and out of a woman's cunt. Did Vicky understand exactly what he was trying to imitate? She must have had, since I had spied on her and her friends talking about sex a couple times, and judging by what they were saying they knew as much as I did about kissing and fucking.

She next seized hir hand with her own and while she held it over her mouth, she kept on sucking and licking his finger all over. Yes I could tell he was pretending that he had his cock in her mouth and she went along with it as she made believe that she was sucking on it.

But a funny thing was happening to me, and at that time and I couldn't explain why. I was beginning to get an erection. Then I saw him pull his finger out of her mouth and he once again placed his hand against her neck, then it happened. I watched him gradually begin to slip his hand under her white blouse. In a few second my cock got as hard as a crow bar.

How come she was letting him place his hand under her blouse? Did he have his hand over or under her bra? I knew for a fact that she would never tolerate that I touch her like that and yet she was permitting him to place his hand where I knew she would never allow me. I then began to feel sorry for myself. Ever since I could remember I had always taken care of her and not once had I tried to touch her in such a way.

My erection was now rubbing against the side of the house as I kept watching what was going on in the kitchen. Now my sister had moved her hand from his wrist to the the front of her blouse , it seemed as though she was holding his hand in place. Then as I watched, she tilted her head over until her left cheek was pressing against the back of his hand, which was still only partly inside her blouse.

Since she was sitting with the side of her body toward me, I could tell that his hand was now moving within her blouse. Yes he was trying to shove it under her bra and he must have succeeded after a while since I could tell that he was opening and closing his hand as he fondled her breast.

By now I was unable to prevent myself from shoving my body against the side of the house and before I realized it, I climaxed inside my pants while watching Mr. Barton fondling my sister.

When I got back my senses after one of the strongest climax ever, I noticed that he now had both of his hands into her blouse and all the time my sister was pressing his hands against her bosom with her own hands over her blouse.

Wow, I told myself, mother is going to kill her when I tell her what I have just seen. But then it occured to me that never again will I be able to be a witness to such an erotic scene if I told mother what I had just witnessed. Why not wait a week or so and try to see where this was going to lead, I told myself. Or better still why not try to force her to let me feel her just like she was letting Mr. Barton do. Yes, that was it. She was certainly going to be willing to do anything so that mother didn't learn about what she had just done.

All of sudden I saw him pull his hand away from her breasts and he turned around to leave the house through the back door. As he turned my way, I could tell that he had a huge erection in his pants. But that didn't explain his big hurry to leave the house. Then I got my answer as I saw Mrs. Barton appears in the kitchen a couple of seconds later. Mr. Barton had probably heard her entering through the front door and not wanting his wife to see him alone with Vicky inside the house; he had hurried outside through the back door.

Then for the first time I noticed that it was completely dark outside. I must have been watching for well over an hour and as I hurried back toward the front end of the cedar hedge - it wouldn't do to go at the back and come face to face with Mr. Barton - I was just in time to see Vicky leave the Barton's house through the front door. She probably though that I was coming from the park and she didn't seemed to find it strange that I was still outside at such a late hour. As soon as we got home she went upstairs to her room and I didn't see her again until the next day.

It was definitely my intention to try and spy on her again while she was with Mr. Barton. Even thinking about what I had seen made my heart beating faster while forcing my cock to twitch in my pants. But how was I to do this. I knew that she was going to let him play with her breasts once again the following Friday and maybe he was going to feel her cunt also, but it didn't mean that they would do this in the kitchen as they had done the previous time.

All through the weekend and part of the week, I tried to think of something that was going to allow me to watch them again. I even thought of entering the house through the basement by mean of one of the small windows. But this wasn't going to permit me to see them in action unless I actually entered the house, and I wasn't ready for that.

When Friday arrived, I hadn't been able to figure a way to peek on them, the best I could think off was to do again the window peeping act that I had done the previous Friday.

But I was pretty sure that in the kitchen, he wasn't going to do much more than fondle her. If his intention were to do more serious stuff with Vicky, he was going to do it somewhere else. The previous Friday he had come very close to being caught by his wife and I felt certain that he wasn't going to repeat the same mistake again.

At half past six on Friday, Vicky was back into the Barton's house and soon afterward I watched Mrs. Barton leaving the house.

When Mr. Barton's panel truck drove into the garage through the front door of the warehouse, it was almost eight and by the time he entered his house it was a quarter to nine.

I knew that his wife wouldn't be home until ten and this left him at least a full hour to indulge himself with my sister's body.

I pretended to be looking for my ball near the end of the hedge and after making sure than no one was observing me, I hid myself on the other side and soon I was standing near the kitchen window once again. Vicky and Mr. Barton were both seated around the kitchen table and talking. I would have given plenty to be able to hear what they were saying but it was no use, as hard as I tried to listen I couldn't hear a single word.

Then as if of a common accord they both got to their feet and Mr. Barton went to stand in front of Vicky and he seized her in his arms. He kissed her smack on the lips and while he was doing this he proceeded to fondle her bosom over the thin sweater she was wearing.

I knew that it was Vicky's first kiss and for a while I was jealous of her. She was being kissed while I, even though I was two years older than she was, I had never kissed a girl yet.

I promised myself at that moment that this was going to change soon, even if I had to kiss my own sister, or should I say force her to kiss me, I intended to see to it that I was going to break the ice on that matter.

They kept on kissing and hugging for a while and even from where I stood outside the window, I could see that Vicky's face was very red with emotions and then to top it all, Mr. Barton seized her right hand and he pressed it over the front of his pants.

As they kissed I observed him pressing her hand against his erection - even from where I was I could see the tent pole in his pants - and when he later removed his hand from hers, I watched her close her hand around his erection.

Once again my own cock was extremely hard, I could almost feel her hand opening and closing as she went on to explore the cock of a man who was more than twice her age and worst still, he was a married man. I knew that he was taking an awful chance since if he should get caught, it would probably mean jail for him not to mention the fury of his wife as well as that of my parents. As for me, I didn't feel anger at him I was only a little jealous, but I had a plan and if all went the way I expected, I was soon going to explore my sister's body just like he was.

Then once more, as if of a common accord, they suddenly pull away from one another and they entered the living room through the double doors at the end of the kitchen.

Since I could no longer watch them through the kitchen window, I walked to the next window, which I knew was one of the three living room windows - there was one on this side of the house, while the other two were situated on the front of the house. There was a small vertical crack all through the length between the two drapes and I was able to see inside.

It was much darker in the living room, the only sources of light being the TV screen and a small lamp in the corner that gave a pale orange light owing to its shade.

They both went toward one of the two windows situated on the front and Mr. Barton opened the drapes behind the chair just a crack and he peeked outside.

It then occurs to me why they had move close the one of the front window. He wanted to keep an eye on the road just in case his wife should come home early. It was a safety precaution; he probably didn't want to be surprised, as he had been the previous Friday.

Once again they began kissing while standing, but now I could see his hands moving against my sister bottom. He kneaded and rubbed her bottom cheeks all the time he was kissing her, then I noticed that his hands were trying to lift her skirt. As soon as he had the hem of her skirt in one hand he shoved both hands underneath her skirt and he began to feel her bottom over her white panties. I had seen these panties many times on the cloth line and each time I found them very cute since they had little pink and yellow ducks printed on the material.

My sister never once protested his invading hands on her body, not even when he pulled the waistband of her panties aside before shoving one of his hands on the flesh of her bottom.

Until then I hadn't noticed Vicky's hands, but as soon as I returned my attention to her, I realized that she was rubbing his cock with both hands now.

This went on for ten or fifteen minutes while all the time they were deep kissing as they took turn shoving their respective tongue in each other's mouth.

After a while he opened the front of his pants with one of his hands, it didn't surprised me too much and beside I was hoping that he would do so.

For one thing I was eager to see his cock, I had never seen a man's cock before. Also I now hoped that he would fuck her. If my plan was to succeed he had to fuck her.

I observed her carefully as she pulled his erection out of his pants; the length and thickness of his adult cock stunned me. It was much thicker than mine and at least a good two inches longer also. I had doubts as to the possibility of my sister taking this monster within her. But Vicky didn't seemed to be scared by the size if his pole-like erection. Quite the contrary, she proceeded to caress it with one hand while her other hand went to his balls and she seemed fascinated as I watched her squeezing and rolling them. I knew that this was her first experience with a male organ and she was exploring everywhere, but soon her inspection was interrupted when she threw her head backward thus forcing their lips to separate. What was happening to her? She seemed frozen on the spot with her hand full of cock and balls and by the expression of her face I could tell that there was something wrong with her. At last I was able to figure out the cause of the sudden change in her.

His hand must have been over her cunt now and he was making her climax my mean of his fingers.

This was the most erotic spectacle possible. My young sister was fondling a married man cock and balls while he was making her come with his fingers over her cunt. I was sorry for only one thing; it was the fact that I wouldn't be able to tell my friends what I was seeing.

Mr. Barton pulled his hand from under her panties and skirt and he went to the window to have a look outside once again. He then said something to Vicky and she immediately took position kneeling on the upholstered chair just in front of the window.

With her belly resting against the high back of the chair, her face was just over the central vertical crack between the two curtains. Of course, I told myself. He is going to fuck her while she is watching the road outside in case his wife should come home early.

As soon as she had taken a kneeling position on the chair, he lifted her skirt around her waist thus exposing her panties covered bottom. Even though she was my sister, and only twelve at that, her round bottom fascinated me as her twin plump bottom cheeks were projecting back in a most exquisite and inviting manner. I could tell that Mr. Barton was also appreciating her exposed bottom as his hands moved all over her curves and even in her bottom's crack. He still had his cock out of his pants and I could see its twitching in expectation of what was to come as he felt her bottom. So was my own cock, and it would have taken very little rubbing, either with my hand or against the wall of the house, to initiate a climax. But I didn't want it to happen so soon since it would have taken some of the pleasure out of the fucking scene I was about to witness.

He began pulling her panties down and soon they were around her knees on the seat of the chair. I could now see the lips of her cunt, and from where I was I couldn't detect any hair on her cunt. Then as I looked more carefully I could tell that she was very wet between her lips since I was able to see the reflection of light from the TV screen on her extremely wet cunt. Here was my little sister with her bottom and cunt all exposed and about to be fucked right before my eyes. Had someone told me a month earlier that I would be in a position to stop my sister from being fucked by a married man and that I would do nothing to stop it, I would certainly not have believed it. Far from wishing to stop them though, I was hoping that they would begin as soon as possible. There was no way that I was going to stop them, on the contrary, the minute that he was going to fuck her, I knew that it would be my ticket to fuck her as well at a later time.

In my mind it was as sure as the sun would rise the next day, I was going to fuck her even if I had to rape her. After what I had seen, I knew that I would never have peace of mind again until I had dipped my own cock in her. Her appealing bottom with her round checks as well as her hairless cunt were registered in my mind now and it was my strongest desire to touch and kiss those parts as well as feel myself within her body.

He did fuck her, but before doing so he got his face close to her cunt and he licked her all over. Then he glued his mouth between her cunt's lips and he proceeded to suck her juice.

While he had his mouth against her cunt, her bum began to gyrate all over his face, she even shoved it backward in a most inviting manner so as to make it easier for him to continue sucking and licking her. But after a while he had something else in mind and he suddenly pulled his face away from her and he stood behind her. From where I was I couldn't see his cock since he had his back toward me, but I saw him bring both of his hands in front. I knew that he was aiming his erection between her lips and I watched carefully as to what would be her reaction. Was he going to hurt her? Probably, judging by the seize of his monster of a cock.

After a few seconds he brought both of his hands around her waist and I could tell that he was pulling her toward him while shoving his cock forward. I then heard my sister cry in pain through the closed window, he was hurting her but this didn't seemed to affect him in the least as I watched him pressing on still as if she hadn't complained at all.

Vicky was now crying, but still I didn't feel sorry for her. She had acted as a tease, I told myself, she should have thought of the consequences before letting him go that far.

But gradually she stopped crying; Mr. Barton was now slowly shoving and pulling against her bottom. Faster and faster he went and soon I could tell that Vicky was reciprocating with shoves of her own as she pushed her bottom to meet him in synchronization. Then very distinctly, I heard her moaning and sighing as if she was in pain. But her wriggling and shoving bottom that kept on meeting his shoving cock, gave a completely different meaning to the beautiful erotic scene, I knew that pleasure was responsible for the noises that she was making and not pain.

Less than five minutes after having inserted his cock within her, he had on orgasm. But he didn't pulled out of her and he continued to fuck for another fifteen minutes during which time she must have had at least half a dozen orgasms. After he climaxed a second time within her virgin cunt, he then collapsed partly on top of her.

For the last fifteen minutes Vicky had completely forgotten about keeping an eye on the road outside and to my horror, I suddenly saw all of my plans begin to crumble when I noticed Mrs. Barton's car pulling into the driveway. When I look again inside the house, I realized that neither of them had noticed the car arriving, they were still resting on the back of the chair and he still had his cock within her.

What was I to do? I certainly couldn't knock on the glass pane of the window since this would revealed the fact that I had been watching them. But still I had to warn them somehow.

Without thinking, I ran toward the front of the house. Mrs. Barton was in the process of getting out of her car when I reached the driveway.

"Have you seen Whisky?" I asked her in a much too louder voice than necessary, I was almost shouting. Whisky was the name of my cat.

"No I haven't seen him. But why are you shouting?"

"I am sorry. It's just that I have been shouting his name for the last five minutes. I just forgot that I didn't have to talk so loud."

She was now climbing the two steps of the veranda in front of her house and I somehow had to think of something to prevent her from entering the house for a few seconds longer.

I knew that I had been heard from inside the house but they probably hadn't had enough time to get dress yet.

Since it was now very dark outside, I pretended that I saw Whisky at the other end of the veranda and as I climbed the two steps I pointed with my finger at the very end where it was quite dark. Of course there was no way that she could see if Whisky was there or not.

"Could you try and stop him if he passes near you, I think he is still hiding but he could come running your way when I get there."

She remained still, right next to the door and waited just in case my cat should come her way. I pretended to look for a couple of minutes then I returned near her.

"I suppose he must have jump over the railing when he saw me. Just the same thanks for helping me."

"Don't worry about your cat, he will show up when he get hungry. It's always the same with cats, they always return home to eat."

With that I left and as I slowly walked home I watched her entering the house. But by now I knew that both Vicky and Mr. Barton had had plenty of time to get their clothes in order.

Less than ten minutes after I had gotten home, Vicky came in. Her face was red just as if she had been expose too long in the sun and her lips were swollen. Even her usually neatly combed hair was in a mess. As soon as she entered the house she climbed the stairs and went to her room. It was a good thing that I had been the only one to seen her entering, since if my mother had been in the kitchen when she came in, she certainly would have noticed her disorderly appearance.

Than night while in bed I felt very good indeed, I was now ready to put my plan into execution and in my head I was planing all the details. Then on a sudden impulsion I decided to check in the hamper if Vicky had thrown in her panties before taking a shower.

As expected, when I lifted the cover of the hamper, which was almost empty, I saw her white panties with the pink and yellow ducks printed all over.

When I examined the crotch of the panties, it was soaking wet which only confirmed what I already knew, Mr. Barton had emptied a couple of loads of spunk within her cunt.

Since Vicky had not yet begun to get her menstruation - she most probably had told him he must have felt quite safe in filling her cunt with his seed.

The next day, Saturday, she once again went to baby sit for the Barton but since both Mr. Barton and his wife were going to the movies I knew that nothing special was going to happen and I didn't check on her. No, instead I was waiting for the following day which was Sunday when I was going to be alone with her. Both my mother and father had talked during the week about paying a visit to our grand parents.

At two o'clock sharp my parents left for the two miles drive to my father's parents. Vicky was sitting at one end of the couch while she watched TV and I went to sit at the other end.

My heart was beating fast since since I knew that the time had come for me to put my plan into execution.

"I know what you have been doing Friday evening while baby-sitting at the Barton's house."

It took a few seconds for her mind to register what I was saying and when it did, she turned her head toward me and remained speechless for a couple of seconds.

"What do you mean. I kept an eye on little Jimmy like I have been doing for a long times."

"No it was not like the other times that you went baby-sitting for them. Mr. Barton was there with you in the house."

I didn't want to tell her the hot stuff immediately. I wanted to see her sweating before I told her the best part.

"He came in only for a couple of minutes. He was working in the warehouse at the back and he came in to get something to drink."

"No, he didn't go back. He remained in the house with you."

"He didn't. It's my word against your, and I am not lying."

"You are lying. Do you want me to tell you exactly what the two of you have been doing?"

I could tell that she was now worried. Her face was getting red by the second and she now turned her body completely my way. For long seconds she stared at me and I could almost read her thought by the changing expression on her face.

"What are you implying. What do you think did happen."

Her voice was a little trembling and I could even detect the beginning of tears in her eyes.

"You know exactly what I mean. Let me give you a hint. Your lips were very swollen when you came back into the house afterward, what does that imply."

Now there were tears in her eyes and even though she tried to say something, she was too shaken to talk. Therefore I went on.

"I was watching you from the window of the living room and I saw you fucking with Mr. Barton."

As soon as she heard this she brought her hands over her face and she went into a fit of crying. I felt a little sorry for her, but this didn't prevent my cock from twitching in my pants and soon I had a huge erection.

She now pressed her face in the fold of her right arm, which she had thrown against the back of the couch. Never had I heard her crying such as this.

I let her cry for a couple of minutes and when she gradually calmed down a little, I once again proceeded to talk to her.

"You were on your knees on the large chair just in front of the window and he pulled down your panties, the one that I took from the hamper and hid somewhere. He was standing behind you and he fucked you more than once."

Once again there was more crying which didn't help my pulsating cock straining the front of my pants. I knew that the more desperate she would become, the easier it would be for me to make her cooperate.

"Why...why...did you spy... on me?"

"You are my little sister and it's only right that I keep an eye on you. When I saw Mr. Barton entering the house not long after his wife left, I knew that he had something in mind."

"Please, don't tell mo...mother. I won't be able to stand it if you do."

"That is only part of it, if I do tell, Mr. Barton could be sent to jail for fucking a minor."

"No, no. Don't say anything, please do this for me."

"You know that I did a lot for you already. Mrs. Barton almost caught the two of you on Friday evening. Had I not prevented her from entering the house as I did when she got home, Mr. Barton would probably be in jail by now. I delayed her just long enough so that you both had time to put your clothes in order and for Mr. Barton to leave the house by the back door. Now what are you going to do for me?"

She was still close to crying and I knew that the more scared she was, the greater would be my chances of success.

"But I don't understand, what you want. I don't have money, what can I do for you?"

"Well the least you could do is to please me just like you did with Mr. Barton."

Again it must have taken a couple of seconds for her brain to register the meaning of what I had just said, but when she finally caught on, her eyes became wide and even though she opened her mouth to say something, no sound came out. When she finally recovered from the initial shock of my demand, she finally began to react.

"But...but you are my brother and I don't love you like I love Mr. Barton."

"Very well then, you won't be able to see him again when I am through telling mother what I saw. Furthermore I have proof of what you did, remember I told you earlier that I had hidden your panties that you were wearing that evening. The crotch is all coated with Mr. Barton's spunk and anyone that examine them will be able to see that you had sex with a man."

I really didn't believe that her panties were a proof of anything since the spunk coating the crotch was quite dry by now and beside it didn't prove he was responsible for it. But the important thing was that Vicky believed that it was a proof of her fucking with him.

Again she began to cry, I knew that the moment of truth had finally arrived.

I got up and sat next to her, then I placed my right arm around her shoulders and I pulled her against me as I began to talk in a very soft voice.

"I don't want to make trouble for you or for Mr. Barton, but you must understand that after seeing you naked, it did created a need in me. I don't mind that you fuck with Mr. Barton, in fact I think that he is fine, but you must help me. After all what is it to you if I fuck you also, nothing will change between you and Mr. Barton and you don't even have to tell him. So what do you say."

Her head was now pressing against my stomach as she went on crying and before she had a chance to answer back, I began to stroke her bared arm with my hand.

When she first felt my hand on her arm, she tried to pull herself away from my hand but I continued to insist and she finally let me have my way.

It was then only a matter of minutes before my hand was over her breasts and even though I could tell that she wasn't sure exactly how to react, she didn't protest.

I knew that I had to hurry things up it I wanted to fuck her while my parent were gone since in a little less than an hour they were going to be back.

When I undertook to lift her sweater over her bra, she remained very still, she even curdled her back against me while hiding her face with her hands. But the important thing is that she didn't interfere with my eager hands as they began to crawl under her tight bra.

The sensation of her breasts against the palm of my hands was far from anything that I had expected. Her breasts, even though they were big for her age, still had that young girl's hardness in them as I could detect the central hard core within each orange size sphere. Anyone who has had the chance of fondling a pair of growing breasts knows exactly what I mean. This was my first experience in fondling a girl's bosom and I was immediately sold on this new exquisite pleasure.

I pressed and I rolled them for a while, then I began to pay attention to her nipples, which were now hard and much longer than they had been at the beginning.

I now needed to see them closer and also to kiss them, but I didn't know how to begin. After all one doesn't begin kissing his young sister's body as if it was something ordinary.

She was my sister, a couple of weeks earlier the though of pressing my lips on any part of her body would have disturb me, now I was dying to do just than, but I couldn't find the courage to begin. Her left cheek was resting against my arm which was around her shoulders. I could detect the wetness of her tears against my arm, and even while I continued fondling her bosom I could feel her shaking shoulders once in a while thus indicating that she was still crying. But my passions got the better of me and soon my lips were pressing against her forehead, later they moved to her cheek where I could taste her tears. Even though she didn't cooperated, she neither tried to stop me, and at last my mouth finally found its way to her lips. They were wet and trembling, but I didn't let that stop me. I pressed them harder and I felt her teeth against my mouth, then I can only recall vaguely what happen next.

My tongue found its way into her mouth and I kissed her for a long time while fondling her breasts at the same time.

I was half out of my mind with lust. My heart was beating exceedingly fast while my hands were trembling as I moved them over her breasts. In spite of this, or should I say because of this, I discovered that I had courage enough to lower my head to her left breasts and the next instant I was sucking her nipple between my lips. Now that the ice was broken I became much bolder and I tried to suck the whole breasts into my mouth. A feat I finally succeeded to do owing to the fact that they were not fully grown yet. I must have been hurting her with my teeth, but she didn't complain, instead she remained very still as I went on indulging myself.

The last barrier to overcome was the exploration of her cunt. When I had partly quenched my lust of her developing bosom, I lowered my left hand toward the hem of her skirt.

I reached underneath and I proceeded to move it higher until I felt her hands pressing over her skirt and trying to prevent me from moving higher. But I wasn't going to let her feeble resistance stop me. I changed the path along which my hand had been moving and I shoved it in-between her thighs instead.

Her skin was so soft and warm that it set my passions on fire and even though she tried to close her thighs together, I kept on forcing my hand higher until I felt the crotch of her panties.

Vicky fought the progress of my exploring hand under her skirt until I was able to dip a finger into her cunt. After that all of her resistance stopped and she let me have my way.

I would have liked to suck her cunt for a while or even make her suck my cock but it was getting late and beside these first touches on a girls body were having such an effect on me that I was very close to climaxing in my pants.

I wanted my climax to me within her. As soon as I realized that she was no longer fighting me, I made her kneel on the couch. She was in exactly the same position she had taken when Mr. Barton had fucked her and as soon as her panties were around her knees, I took my eager cock out of my pants and I rubbed the dripping head all over her bottom.

When I could no longer restrained myself, I aimed it between her cunt lips and I gave a shove. I felt myself lodged almost all the way within her.

It took me very little time before I felt the welcome release a the strongest climax that I had ever felt so far. I could feel the gushes of my seed inundating her almost virgin passage and even when it was over, I kept on fucking thus working on my second climax.

I could tell that she was also experiencing a good deal of pleasure by the way she kept shoving her bottom toward me, just like I had seen her do with Mr. Barton.

I know that she did climax a couple to times, but I was too involved enjoying my first fuck to count the number of times that she did.

At last, I once again emptied my load inside her cunt and as soon as I was done I pulled out and I went into the kitchen while my cock was dripping glob of spunk all over the carpet. After wiping my now half-hard organ with a towel, I returned in the living room. Vicky had pulled her panties back on - she hadn't even bother to wipe her cunt - and she was in the process of fixing her sweater. As she looked at me, I was able to tell that she was no longer crying. She then said to me.

"You do promise me now that you won't say a word to mother?"

"No I won't tell her anything. But you will have to be more careful in the future when you are with Mr. Barton. You almost got caught the last time. You should go and join him into the warehouse instead of doing this in the house."

"I can't leave the house. I have to stay inside in case Jimmy should need me, if he should wake up and if there is nobody in the house he could get out of his bed and hurt himself."

It must have suddenly occurred to her that the reason that she was giving me for not going into the warehouse was also an affirmation that she was willing to keep on fucking with Mr. Barton. When she became aware that she had replied to my proposal without thinking, her face became very red.

"I have an idea. Next time you go baby-sitting on Friday, I will go and replace you in the house. You can join Mr. Barton in the warehouse and if Mrs. Barton should come early and sees me there, I will just tell her that you went home for a few minutes and you asked me to take you place while you were gone."

I could tell that my proposition was interesting her but at the same time she was not very comfortable talking about such a matter with me. It took her a while to answered back but at last she replied.

"But Mr. Barton will think that Jimmy is not being watched in the house and he won't like it."

"But this is the point, you must tell him than I am taking you place in the house, you must also tell him that I know everything that went on between you two and that I even want to help you in meting him."

"I can't do that. He might not approve and he could become angry at me for involving you into our affairs."

"Well think about it, I know it's the best solution, otherwise if you continue to fuck in his house, his wife is going to catch you both in the act."

We then heard our parent's car pulling into the driveway so I left my sister alone in the living room and I went outside for a walk so as to think things over.

I was now floating on clouds. I had had my first fuck and further more I knew that from now on Vicky and I were going to fuck very often.

Even though I was very much in need to fuck her again, I didn't try to initiate sex with my sister for next five days. I could tell she was very nervous whenever I was around her and furthermore she wasn't eating much and mother was beginning to notice her lack of appetite as well as her depressive mood.

Then on Friday just before she got ready to leave for the Barton's house, I managed to be alone with her for a couple of minutes. I told her that as soon as I was going to see Mr. Barton's truck arriving, I was going to replace her so that she could join him in the warehouse. She didn't answer back, and it was evident that she wasn't completely sold on the idea.

As expected, I saw Mr. Barton's truck entering the warehouse barely half an hour after his wife had left the house. Since I didn't want him to get into the house right away thus spoiling my plan, I went to the Barton's front door - I didn't want him to see me entering his house - and without even bothering to knock I entered the house.

When I got into the kitchen, Vicky had her back to me, she was standing in front of one of the kitchen's windows that gave a view of the back yard and she was watching so as to see if Mr. Barton was going to join her inside the house. As soon as she saw me, she brought her hand to her mouth in surprise. But I could tell that she was not angry at me.

"Hurry up," I told her, "go into the warehouse before he decides to come here. It will be much safer there and you won't have to worry about Jimmy since I will stay here and take your place."

"But what will Mr. Barton say when he sees me? He will think that I left Jimmy without surveillance."

"Tell him the truth. Tell him that I know everything and that I am willing to help you."

I could tell that she was trying to make up her mind. But her need to see him was greater than her fear of his reaction and she finally opened the back door without saying a word and I saw her running toward the warehouse at the back of the house.

After five minutes of waiting I knew that Mr. Barton was willing to accept my aid since he hadn't sent her back into the house. As the minutes went by my cock became very hard since I knew that at this very moment they were most probably engaged in the foreplay preceding their fucking. Until then I didn't know exactly why I was helping her to fuck with Mr. Barton. Of course I wanted Vicky to be indebted to me and thus force her to have intercourse with me, but now I realized that more than anything else I was eager to examine her cunt while it was still full of Mr. Barton's spunk. Before then it had never occur to me that my willingness to help her was in part to permit her to get her cunt full of his juice.

Even while I was having these thoughts, I still couldn't understand why it thrilled me so much to know that soon I was going to be able to examine her cunt closely just after she had been fucked. I also knew that I was going to fuck her cunt while it was still dripping with Mr. Barton's spunk, and further more, I also could even imagine my mouth glued to her cunt while it was thus full.

These thoughts were having a strong effect on my cock. It was pulsating in my pants and never before in my life had I felt so bawdy. It was scaring me a little to discover than I had acquired this new taste for a used cunt. I remember my friends making jokes about boys fucking girls just after they had had sex with someone else and not having washed their cunt, it was called sloppy second. It occurred to me that I was now an adept of sloppy second and this was scaring me a little.

Vicky remained in the warehouse for well over an hour and when she came back into the house, her face was extremely red - probably because of Mr. Barton's beard - I also could tell that she was walking differently probably due to the fact that she had been fucked too much.

She was very shy when she entered the house and she tried not to look at me.

"Is Mr. Barton coming into the house?" I asked her.

"No, he has work to finish and he will stay there for a while. At least until Sandra gets back."

"Then we will have time to have a little fun since she won't be back for another hour."

"What do you mean, we will have fun?"

"You know, I want to fuck you. It's my turn now. You don't think that I will let you have all the fun while I stay behind don't you?"

"I thought that you only wanted to help me."

"I do want to help you, but you must also help me."

As I said this I pointed to the tent pole in my pants. I guess that she hadn't noticed it before but now that I had pointed this out, she couldn't keep her eyes off the front of my pant.

"You must do something to fix this, how can I go home like that?"

While talking I had gotten closer to her and now she was standing in front of me. Before she could say anything, I brought my right hand over her breasts, but she reacted quickly by pushing my hand away.

"Don't, mother could see us through the window and so could anyone walking in our driveway."

She was right of course. We were both standing in the middle of the kitchen while the lights were all on and none of the blinds of the windows were shut.

"Very well, let's go into the living room. All the light are off, there only the TV on."

"But this is not right. It's like I was cheating on Mr. Barton."

"Better that you cheat on him than his going to jail."

This had the effect of helping her make her mind, at last she said.

"OK but first I have to go to the bathroom."

"No, I want to fuck you the way you are."

I could tell that she was having a problem, she didn't want to tell me in plain language that she wanted to clean her cunt before letting me touch her. There was no way for her to know that I was eager to fuck her cunt the way it was.

"It will just take a minute. I have to clean myself I am soaking wet."

"Good, leave it the way it is, this is exactly how I want it."

I didn't leave her anymore time to argue, instead I seized her by the hand and we entered into the living room. I guided her to the couch and I made her lie on her back on it.

As soon as she was stretched, I took the hem of her skirt and I raised it all the way over her wait even as high as her neck.

When I looked at her panties I was in for a shock. She was wearing a new pair of white panties that I had never seen before on the clothesline, but what struck me the most was the soaking crotch. Even in the dim light from the TV screen I could see the glistering sogginess between her legs.

I brought my hand above her cunt and slowly I let it descend over the wet spot between her legs. It felt very slippery and as I slowly passed my fingers over it, I began to detect a strong fish-like odor, which I knew was caused by the great quantity of spunk soaking the material of her panties.

I felt myself being attracted to her leg junction exactly as if a strong magnet was pulling me. Then before I got down between her parted legs , I looked at her. She had pulled her skirt over her head probably wanting to hide her face. She must have felt ashamed of what she had done and also of what she was letting me do.

My lips moved over her legs and soon I was kissing her knees caps. Then higher I went until I began to feel the stickiness of Mr. Barton spunk against my cheeks. Her inner things were still very wet since some of his juice had been leaking out of her cunt and was coating her thighs. As soon as I opened my mouth, I stuck my tongue over the wet patch coating her inner thighs and I felt her legs moving farther apart as if she was finally giving me her blessing in the task I was about to perform.

I licked all I could and everywhere I could, even over the material of her panties still covering her cunt. When there was no more juice to lick I proceeded to suck against the crotch of her panties.

Yes, now I could tell, Vicky was starting to find pleasure in what I was doing to her. She was lightly grinding her lower body against my face while her thighs gently pressed and opened around my head. I figured that she was now ready for the 'piece de resistance' and with the thumb of each hand inside the waistband of her panties, I proceeded to remove her panties. She even assisted me by lifting her bottom off the couch. I believe that she was as eager as I was for what she knew was coming.

As soon as her panties were around her ankles, I removed them completely and on impulsion I shoved them into my pocket so as to keep them for a trophy.

The sight of her exposed and almost hairless cunt, was a spectacle that I will remember all my life. Her cunt's lips were all swollen and red. Through the center, between her half-opened cunt's lips, I could actually see a glob of white spunk that was slowly oozing out. It took a lot of willpower from my part to restrain myself since I felt a very strong urge to glue my lips on her cunt and suck the love juice from it. Instead I placed the fingers of both hands on each of her lips and I pulled them further apart.

There was a lot more juice within her vagina, threads of cum could be seen deeper inside, they were sticking against the wall of her cunt and as I parted her lips even more, they stretched just like elastic bands would do.

Her odor was strong and intoxicating, I couldn't even take my eyes away for a second from the enchanting spectacle.

She had been fucked and fucked well at that, the juicy evidence was there to prove it.

It was the most indecent sight that I had even seen and yet it was also the most erotic one and I knew then that I would never appreciate a clean cunt the same way again. A new passion had been ignited within me and it was going to take a lot of juice to appease it.

I could no longer restrain myself. My mouth came closer to her cunt as soon as I moved my body higher between of parted thighs. Vicky was now as anxious as I was to feel my mouth over her cunt and she opened her legs even wider. When my head was just a few inches from its goal, the strong odor of cum and cunt juice assailed me, then it was over and my mouth plunged smack between her cunt's lips.

I sucked the white blob into my mouth and I rubbed my face all over her now opened lips. I could feel my face getting extremely slippery with the juice of her previous fucks. Never, before that day would I have imagine that I would do such a thing, but now that I had initiated this new passion, nothing on earth could make me stop. I was in the process of discovering the elixir of passion between my sister's legs and we both knew that this was only the beginning of things to come.

Yes I did fuck her once I had quench my thirst with her juice, and when we finally stopped, it was close to ten o'clock and Mrs. Barton was due to be back at any minute.

That Friday was the beginning of a new way of life for both Vicky and me. After that evening, we no longer waited for Vicky to baby-sit on Fridays to satisfy our new found passion. Almost daily after that she did meet Mr. Barton into the warehouse as soon as she would see his truck pulling into his driveway.

While I kept an eye outside the warehouse so that they wouldn't be disturbed inside, he would fuck her a couple of times. Later, as soon as he would come out, half an hour later, I would join her inside the warehouse and clean her cunt of all traces of her recent fucks with him.

Well this is my story. What did happen after that you might ask? A lot of things happened - mostly pleasant - and I could write a couple more stories on these evens, but let me just say that Vicky and I are still very close. She is now married but I pay her a visit almost daily, always after her husband has just left for work in the morning.

The End