My Bitchy Sister's Hidden Charms
                         By Mandil
 

Big cities are not adequate places for raising children. This is one 
thing that I will remember all my life, they are my mother's words 
and I agree with her. 
Why should I think like my mother on that matter? I know she is 
right since I have lived in both places. I was raised in a small town 
on the East Coast, and most of my life - up until I reached sixteen 
- was spent in the same small town situated in the middle of the 
Adirondack Mountains. 
Well to understand why I agree with my mother, you have to know 
more about my family and me. My name is Pierre and I am 
seventeen as I write this. I have a sister who is fifteen, she was 
fourteen at the time that my story began, and her name is Nicole. 
My mother, whose parents originally came from Canada, still 
retains much of her French culture and she gave each of us a 
French name. 

While we lived in Pratville, the small town I was talking about in 
the heart of New England, my father worked for the local pulp and 
paper company and we all lived in a large house right in the middle 
of this four thousands souls town.
It was fun living there when I was very young, Nicole and I had 
many friends and we both walked to school every morning since 
our school was only a ten minutes walk from our house. There was 
only one school in Pratville and we went there from kindergarten 
to high school until I was sixteen and Nicole was fourteen. Then 
one day my father came home and he told us that the company he 
was working for had asked him to move in the Buffalo area were 
they were building a new plant. It seemed that his knowledge as 
well as his expertise was needed there.
Since this involved a very substantial increase in his salary if he 
decided to accept the company's offer and go work there, he and 
my mother discussed the matter for about a week before they 
finally agreed that he should accept the company's offer.

But before I go on with my story I must tell you more about our 
way of life in Pratville.
For one thing, those of you that have live in a small community 
such as Pratville are aware that in such a small town you come to 
know every one and you even learn a lot about each one habits and 
who is doing what to whom. In other word, it is extremely difficult 
to keep a secret in such a small place and whatever you do - and 
sometimes whatever you think - has the shocking tendency of 
becoming public knowledge.
But on the other hand, it is much easier to make friends in such a 
small place than it is in a large city where you sometimes don't 
even know the name of your next door neighbor, even after a 
couple of years of living next to him.

Once you understand that whatever you do on any given day, will 
most probably be public knowledge the next day, you soon learn to 
think twice before saying or doing anything that might be out of 
the ordinary.
It didn't take long for me and also for my sister Nicole to learn 
that, even in school we always had to watch how we behaved and 
what we were saying.
I remember once when I was in primary school, I was playing 
softball in the schoolyard, someone threw the ball to me at third 
base and I dropped it, naturally this caused a point for the opposite 
team. Without my even being fully aware of saying it, I used a four 
letters word that one never used in public. At the time there had 
been no teachers around, but even then, the very next day my 
mother gave me a speech against using bad language. It seemed 
that one of the boys had told his parents who in turn had told their 
neighbor who knew my mother and that is how my mom learned 
about it.

From that day on I realized that I had to watch whatever I said as 
well as what I did.
My sister Nicole probably also learned the hard way that she had to 
be careful and this had a strong influence in her behavior.
For one thing she tried to be perfect in whatever she did. Her 
marks in school were in the nineties and even when she was with 
her friends, she would always be careful as to what she was saying. 
It wasn't surprising then that it was rather rare to see a girl going 
out with a boy before she was eighteen, and even then they didn't 
see each other's more than once a week, mostly on Saturday 
evening.

I was rather the wild type, and even though I managed not to create 
any minor scandal and thus attract attention on me, I did cause 
headaches once in a while to my parents.
But what angered me the most was to see that my sister was always 
the best in everything, while me on the other hand, I was just plain 
average, weather it was in school, sports or just plain working 
around the house.
By the time I turned twelve, I began to resent my sister for this fact 
alone. She always received compliments from my mom and dad 
while I was always reprimanded.
Even the girls that Nicole would hang around with were much like 
her. I knew that they would sometimes talk about boys when they 
were by themselves, but as soon as someone not belonging to their 
group got within hearing range they would stop talking 
immediately.

When Nicole turned twelve, an incident occurred that was to have 
a profound influence on my life. Of course at the time it didn't 
seem important to me but a year later I still could recall the 
incident and it changed my whole life.
My sister had just begun her monthly menstruation for the very 
first time and she had severe cramps. At the time I wasn't aware 
that her cramps were the result of her menstruation and I wasn't 
paying too much attention to this fact, but I definitely remember 
mother giving her a pill to stop the pain. Fifteen minutes later 
Nicole had completely past out. In all appearance she was asleep, 
and even though we had just finished dinner and she was supposed 
to go to her afternoon classes, mother let her sleep on the couch.  
When mother realized that she couldn't wake her up after an hour, 
she called the doctor - one of the advantages of living in a small 
town is that doctors will sometimes do house calls - and after 
having examining her he said that he could see nothing wrong with 
her and to let her sleep and see what happen. He told mother that 
she had probably eaten something that her body was allergic to, 
and this could be the reason that she had gone into a deep sleep. 
Mother began to write down everything that she had eaten for 
supper so as to discover if there had been anything unusual, but she 
had eaten nothing out of the ordinary. Everything she had had for 
dinner she had eaten before without any effect on her. She slept on 
the couch until eleven in the evening and even then she still felt 
sleepy. So mother helped her to her room and when she got up the 
next morning she was fine and she was able to go to school.
Mother was baffled and the incident was soon forgotten.
                                                                                                    
The following month, on a Saturday while father was away on 
fishing trip, she once again had her menstruation and her cramps 
returned. Mother, seeing nothing wrong with it, gave her another of 
her own pills so as to relieves her pain.
It wasn't a prescription pill, no it was just an ordinary pill that 
anyone can buy over the counter in any drugstore or even at the 
supermarket. Mother sometimes used them when she had cramps 
and I am sure most of the girls in school had taken them at one 
time or another. My sister had been lying on the couch when 
mother gave her a pill and she soon felt asleep.

An hour later when mother went to ask her if she was going to eat 
dinner with us at the table she realized that Nicole had past out and 
nothing she could do would awaken her.
It then occurs to mother that the pill she had given her was 
responsible for her state of deep sleep.
Since we knew that she was going to be fine once the effect of the 
pill would wear out, we both carried her to her bed upstairs where 
mother undressed her and tucked her in bed.

This incident always remained in my mind since while I was 
helping mother to carry her upstairs, I saw the most erotic sight 
ever. Mother was holding her under her arms while I was holding 
her legs and as we got up the stairs I had a perfect view of her 
plumb thighs and her white panties still higher up, even her 
absorbing pad under the crotch of her panties could be outlined.

Even though I was fourteen at the time, it was the very first time in 
my life that I was looking at my sister as a member of the opposite 
sex. I must say here that Nicole at the time was beginning to 
developed into a woman and her breasts were rather large for a girl 
of twelve, even her waist had begun to flair out into the shape of a 
woman.
The sight of her round and soft looking naked upper thighs acted 
like a spark within me, and before we were halfway up the stairs I 
had managed to shove my hands on them. As we proceeded up the 
stairs I continued to hold her above her knees and I even managed 
to feel her inner thighs when I knew mother was not looking. 
Then as we carried her in the hallway toward her room, her dress 
hung down on the floor and without mother being aware of it I had 
a most erotic view of her round and plumb bottom cheeks. By the 
time we reached her bed I had the hardest erection of my life and I 
had a lot of trouble to hide it from mother.

Naturally after that second incident, mother became aware that the 
pill she had given her was the cause of her sleeping spell and she 
never gave her one after that day.
But it was too late for me, now that my eyes and hands had tasted a 
sample of my sister's charms, it had awakened my appetite for 
more. For the next year and a half I watched my sister's body 
developed even more. She became taller for one thing and her 
bottom became more pronounce and whiles her waistline remained 
very small, her hips grew even more and she definitely took the 
shape of a grown woman. By then she had one the most 
voluminous bosom in school and I realized that with her long 
brown hair and matching brown eyes she was extremely beautiful. 
But her most attractive features were her thick sensual lips that 
revealed her perfectly straight teeth whenever she would smile. 
By the time she reached fourteen - I was sixteen then - every boy 
in school was probably jerking in bed each and every night while 
thinking about her, and that included myself.

Then six months before my father was to announce to us that we 
were going to move into the Buffalo area, he went on an other of 
his fishing expedition - father is a fishing addict - for a weekend 
with a few of the men he was working with.
So mother, Nicole and myself were left alone at home.
Even though I was dying to fondle and even fuck my sister, she 
and I didn't get along too well. Of course she was not aware of the 
fact that my deepest wish was to see her naked and to play with her 
body. Even though I dreamed about her body, I didn't like her 
since she often acted like the bitch she was toward me, always 
trying to win mother on her side and making me look bad in front 
of my friends.

Father left on a Friday afternoon and the following day, Saturday, 
mother went shopping leaving Nicole and I by ourselves in the 
house. I was thinking how nice it would be if I could tie her up and 
indulge myself with her body and even fuck her. But of course I 
also knew that once mother would get back all hell would break 
loose.
It suddenly hit me that if she was sleeping at the time that I peeped 
at her body, she wouldn't remember a thing, and therefore mother 
wouldn't know and nobody would be worst for it. Except me of 
course I would have had a glimpse of heaven.
I then remembered about the pills that she wasn't suppose to take, 
those pills that made her past out. I went into the bathroom and I 
opened  the medicine cabinet, after checking the dozen or so 
bottles in it I finally saw the red bottle with the golden letters on it 
that said " For Menstrual Cramps". Opening the bottle, I took a 
white pill out and I examined it.
Was this the key to paradise, my hands were shaking and before I 
dropped  the precious pill, I shoved in into my pocked and I 
carefully placed the bottle back in the cabinet. 
                                                                                                                      
I still had a problem though, how was I going to get my sister to 
swallow the pill, and more important still, when was I going to do 
this?
The best time for this I knew was to wait until bedtime. Nicole and 
I each had our own room upstairs while my parent slept in the 
room downstairs. I knew that if I could get her to take one of those 
cramps pills, just a few minutes before she went to her room, she 
would fall into a deep sleep for the whole night. It would then be a 
simple matter for me to walk into her room a short time later and 
do....do what? Yes, I was going to fuck the bitch, fuck her until 
my spunk came out or her ears.
But how was I going to make her take the pill without awakening 
her suspicions?
After much reflection of the matter I concluded that the best way 
was to grind it into a fine powder and then dissolve it into a liquid. 
She often drank a cup of hot chocolate before going to bed, but 
mother always made it for her. How could I get the powder into 
her hot drink? I then figured a way to do this. I would dissolve the 
powdered pill into the milk while it was still in the fridge, then 
whenever mother would poured it into the pan so as to warm it -we 
didn't have a microwave oven then - the powdered pill would 
already be there.
The only problem to this scheme was that I had to be sure that 
mother, or my sister was not  going to use the prepared milk before 
bedtime. 
I took two spoons and placing the pill between them, I proceeded 
to grind it into a white powder, then I placed the powder into a 
very small bottle that I had found in one of the kitchen drawers.
While I was planning and preparing the execution of my plan, 
Nicole was busy studying and being the perfect girl she always 
appeared to be. 

When mother got back from her shopping at a quarter past four, 
Nicole had already begun preparing supper and I was nervous as 
hell.
By nine o'clock I could barely remain in place and I went in the 
back yard to talk with a few of my friends. The first thing I did 
when I got back into the house, was to check the time, it was a 
quarter past ten and usually we went to bed at eleven on Saturday 
evening. I looked into the fridge and there were four unopened 
quarts of milk and a third that was half full.
While mother and Nicole were in the living room, I took a cup and 
a glass out of the cupboard and pouring exactly the right amount of 
milk into the cup, I poured the rest of the milk into a the tall glass. 
After dropping the powdered pill into the cup of milk, I poured it 
back into the milk container.
I then hid the three-quarter full glass of milk behind the containers 
of milk and I went to sit into the living room.

At a quarter to eleven I got up and I took my glass of milk out of 
the fridge and as I drank from it I slowly walked back into the 
living room.
As I sat into my chair I said to my mother, " oh I should have ask 
you to make me a cup of hot chocolate instead of pouring myself a 
glass of milk, it would have been much nicer before going to bed".

As expected, mother offered me to make one and at the same time 
she also asked Nicole if she wanted one. I declined her offer on the 
ground that I had already drank three quarter of my milk, but my 
sister, as I was hoping, said that she would like one.
As soon as mother gave my sister her hot chocolate, I got up 
claiming that I was tire and I said that I was going to my room.  As 
expected, mother and Nicole - who was just beginning to take a sip 
from her cup - also decided to retire for the night into their 
respective rooms.

I got undress and then I waited for another half-hour before going 
to investigate into my sister's room.
As soon as I opened her door I knew that the hot chocolate had 
taken effect. For one thing her bedside light was still on and 
although she had her nightgown on, she was lying in her bed and 
sleeping with a book - that she had probably intended to read from 
- still resting on her belly. But she was sound asleep.
I slowly walked toward her bed and when I was standing next to 
her, I let my eyes roam over her body. Her gown was buttoned 
tightly around her neck, just like it had to be expected from the 
well-breaded girl she was. Then I saw that her legs, up to her 
knees, as well as the lower edge of her gown, were well tucked 
under the blanket. There was absolutely noting indecent in the way 
she was lying, but I was going to correct this at once.
Slowly I pulled the blanket aside until it no longer hid any part of 
her legs. Then seizing the edge of her gown I began to pull it above 
her knees and higher until her panties were visible. This time there 
was no absorbing pad underneath the crotch of her panties thus 
hiding her cunt, I was able to see the twin lips of at the entrance of 
her vagina as they stretched the crotch of her panties. By now my 
heart was beating so fast that I was afraid that the noise it was 
making was going to wake her up. Then I began to stroke her soft 
thighs as I lightly squeezed her flesh with my hands. This was the 
very first time that I was leisurely fondling a girl, - I hadn't even 
kiss one yet - my face was hot with passion while my hands were 
shaking with expectation.
Of course by now my cock was an extremely hard pole stretching 
the front of my pajama bottom in a most indecent manner, but this 
was the least of my worries at the moment.

After I had indulged myself with her upper thighs and with the 
exceedingly soft flesh in-between them, I brought my hands to the 
buttons at the neckline of her gown and I proceeded to undo them 
all. Yes, I could now see the spherical swell of each of her breast 
inside the opened V of her gown. Then being unable to wait any 
longer, I placed both of my hands on her breasts over the material 
of her gown and I began to press and move them around. They felt 
much bigger than I had imagined them to be, as soon as my hands 
began to squeeze them and their heat was transmitted to the palm 
of my hands I came very close to explode in my pants.
How exquisite, how erotic and most of all how pleasant was the 
feeling of her twin mounts against my hands. Never would I have 
imagined that I could derive as much pleasure from fondling my 
sister's breasts, and this even with a layer of material between her 
bosom and my hands. 

Then I felt a strong need to see more of her secret charms and I 
undertook the cumbersome task of removing her gown completely. 
As I pulled the hem over her head, both of her arms were lifted 
over her head in the process. But I was no longer worried about the 
possibility that she could come out of her deep sleep, and my 
eagerness was so great that I almost tore the garment in my hurry. 
But at last I was staring at the naked bosom of my sister.
How beautiful she appeared as she rested there on her back, her 
skin wasn't the pale white that I was expecting, but a rather light 
olive in color, giving her a very exotic appearance. Both half 
spheres of her bosom were now at my disposal, and for the first 
time ever, my eyes came to rest on the darker areola topping each 
breast with their pencil eraser size tip in the center of each darker 
circle. What a sight. 
It was the first time ever that I was seeing live breasts and I knew 
that it was only a beginning, then on a sudden impulsion, I brought 
my mouth smack on the closest mount while one of my hand went 
to the other and proceeded to caress it.  
I sucked and I bit everywhere, only to linger on her now very 
erected nipple, which I seized between my lips. I felt so bawdy that 
I had to continually restrain myself, otherwise I would have bit off 
the tender morsel of flesh.

How long did I remained sucking one breast then the other, I can't 
say exactly. It was only after I happened to look at her breasts 
more closely and I saw the teeth marks and the red suction spots 
covering both of her olive color spheres that I finally stopped.
I then shifted my eyes to her panties covered lower body. My 
hands undertook the wonderful task of exploring every square 
inches of that most secret part of her body, that most private part 
on which my eyes had never fell on before this day. When my 
fingers reached her cunt I was surprised to notice how slippery and 
how wet her panties were. Was it possible that the sucking and 
fondling that I had performed on her breasts had sexually aroused 
her body? Yes, it had to be, since there were no other reasons for 
her body to be sexually arouse.
One of my hands, as if having a mind of its own, soon found its 
way under the elastic band of her panties and I was able to feel her 
pubic hair against my hand and the next instant my fingers were 
between her cunt's lips. She was impossibly wet, and the heat 
emanating from her cunt was unbelievable. When the index of my 
right hand found its way deep inside her grotto, I was surprise to 
discover that I couldn't find any virgin membrane to stop its 
progress, and this even as I shoved it deeper still into her steamy 
furnace.

How could this be, she was supposed to be a virgin. Worst still, 
beside the fact that she had no hymen, her cunt passage stretched 
easily as I moved my finger inside, it was certainly not the tight 
place that I had always expected. This needed further investigation 
and I immediately proceeded to remove her panties, which I threw 
on the bed next to her. Her brown cunt hair was the first thing that 
I noticed. She had much less hair than I had, but it was also more 
than I had imagined.
I passed both hands into her the curly silky hair while I felt  her 
mount at the front of her cunt just underneath. Yes indeed, my 
sister's body was not that of a fourteen year old girl but rather that 
of a grown women and so was her cunt.
Next, I placed myself on the bed between her legs, which I made 
her open, and I once again proceeded to feel the lips of her very 
available cunt.
Even though she had short hairs covering that part of her lips, I still 
could see the coral color interior, glistering with her abundant 
moisture. I was now dying to glue my lips on her hole, but first I 
had to check something that was now bothering me.
First I plunged my longest fingers as far as I could into her inviting 
cavern, the a second and even a third fingers joined the first. Even 
though I was lacking experience in the matter, I knew - from books 
and also by talking with my friends - that a girl that had never 
fuck, beside still possessing her hymen, was supposed to be 
extremely tight in her vagina. But this was certainly not the case 
with Nicole, why was her cunt so easy to stretch, and again why 
was her hymen gone? Had she been previously fucked, if so she 
must have done it often since her cunt was definitely stretched and 
it had certainly not been cause by a single fuck.

But as I had these thoughts, I felt a strong attraction for her oozing 
cunt, even her labia was glistering as if it was expecting something 
more than three fingers.
Closer and closer I moved my head toward the junction of her legs 
until I had my mouth directly on the folds of her cunt and smack 
on the juicy opening in between. I sucked and licked for a very 
long time, and all the while I felt her automatically grinding her 
lower body against my mouth, even her beautiful round thighs 
would sporadically closed and opened in convulsions around my 
head. 
Did I make her attain orgasms with my mouth even though she was 
asleep, in certainly appeared so since I was regularly rewarded 
with great quantities of her juice while she held my head in a tight 
grip between her thighs.
                                                                                            
So far I hadn't climaxed yet, even though the front of my pajama 
was quite wet and I knew that I couldn't restrained myself much 
longer.
It was time for me to properly fuck her, my dream was about to 
come true. After pulling my mouth away from her cunt, I placed 
both of my knees on the mattresses between her parted legs and I 
aimed the slippery head of my steel-hard cock where my mouth 
had been a few seconds before. Then in one single shove I discover 
paradise.
My cock became lodged all the way inside my sister's cunt and as 
soon as my balls were pushing between her parted lips, as though 
trying to follow my cock inside, I began to feel the wall of her 
vagina closing in around my erection. It felt as if my penis was in a 
tight sheath and it was getting tighter by the second.
Then before I could prevent it, I exploded into her vagina.
Jets after jets of my spunk inundated the very end of her vagina 
while I was seized in the grip of the forbidden pleasure of fucking 
my sister. 
When my cock finally stopped  pumping the fruit of my passions, 
my erection still remained as hard as ever and I thus began to fuck 
her properly.
I came two more times within her in the next hour, and when I 
could no longer get my cock hard enough to fuck her, I sucked her 
breasts and fondled her body in every secret places. Those same 
places that before this day I had never been allowed to even look 
at.

When I got back into my room it was almost three in the morning, 
I was exhausted and the minute that I stretched in my bed, I felt 
asleep only to awake the following morning.
Since it was Sunday and we didn't have to go to school, mother 
had let me sleep later that usual and when I entered the kitchen she 
was already eating breakfast. My sister was not down yet and this 
in itself was unusual since she was ordinary the first one to get up 
in the morning.
By the time I had finished eating my breakfast she entered the 
kitchen. Beside a few red spots on her face, she looked fine and she 
even acted as she always did - pleasant and helpful when mother 
or father was around - like a bitch when I was the only one near 
her. All through the day, whenever she was near me I kept reliving 
in my mind the heavenly pleasure she had unwillingly given me 
the previous night.
I then thought of something that I should have thought about the 
previous night, before I left her room. In my haste to go and rest in 
my room, I had completely forgotten to clean her cunt after my last 
fuck. Of course I had put her panties back on  and also her gown, 
but during the night much of my spunk must have leaked out of her 
well-fucked vagina.
These thoughts brought back the memories of her well-stretched 
cunt. I was mystified as to how the muscles of her cunt were so 
slack at the beginning, then they became wonderfully tight after a 
while. This plus her lack of hymen all pointed to the fact that she 
most probably had had sex with someone before last evening.
Who had she had sex with? It was certainly not a boy from school 
since she had never gone out with one and as a matter of fact she 
rarely talked to boys in school.
I knew also that when she was at home, she never went out along 
after school except to baby-sit for Mrs. Jennings every Friday 
evening.
It then clicked in my mind, she must be fucking while she is baby-
sitting for Mrs. Jennings. But beside little Steven who was only 
two at the time, she was the only one in the house while Mrs. 
Jennings was playing bridge. Her husband was the owner of a 
drugstore and he always worked until the store closed at ten on 
Fridays. Or did he? 

There was one easy way to find out. The following Friday, while 
Nicole was gone to the Jennings house, I walked over to Mr. 
Jennings drug store at eight o'clock and I asked to see him. As 
expected, I was told by one of the employees, that he was at home 
and that he no longer worked on Friday evening.

Mother and I were both watching the conclusion of a TV program - 
father was already in his room - when we heard Mrs. Jennings car 
pulling into our driveway. We then heard the closing of a car door 
and a few seconds later Nicole entered the house.
She looked radiant, all smile and with puffy lips. The instant that I 
looked at her face I knew that she had just finish having sex with 
Mr. Jennings. Even her cheeks were red and as she walked by me 
so as to deposit her school books on the small table at the foot of 
the stairs - as if she had had time to do any homework - I thought 
that I could smell the odor of spunk on her.
All of a sudden I felt a strong urge to examine her recently fucked 
cunt. I knew that I had to act fast since she usually went straight to 
bed as soon as she got back from  baby-sitting for Mrs. Jennings.
Thinking very fast, I asked mother if she could make me a cup of 
hot chocolate before I went to bed. As I expected, mother asked 
Nicole if she wanted one. Yes, she replied. She then added that it 
would be nice to drink hot cocoa. As soon as mother finished 
pouring the two cups of milk into the deep pan, I walked toward 
the stove and I offered her to stir the milk in the pan while she was 
preparing the two cups, each with its two teaspoons of powder 
Nestles Quick. I already had on me the small bottle of powdered 
pills in which I had earlier poured four crushed pills. Since there 
were two cups of milk in the pan I try as best as I could to empty 
half of the content of the small bottle into the pan while mother 
was busy at the kitchen table.
As I stirred and watched the white powder dissolve into the milk, 
Nicole, while sitting at the kitchen table, had pulled out her red 
wallet and was showing mother the ten dollars bill that Mrs. 
Jennings had paid her for the four hours that she had watched over 
little Steven.
Ten dollars, I told myself. That was cheap for the two or three 
fucks that she must have had with Mr. Jennings, even the cheapest 
whore in a big city would charge at least fifty dollars for a fifteen 
minutes fuck. My sister was selling her magnificent charms for 
very cheap.

I purposely let the milk become quite hot so that Nicole wouldn't 
immediately sip on it and begin drinking her cup while she wasn't 
in her room. As soon as mother had poured the hot milk into the 
two cups I said that I was going to drink my cut upstairs while I got 
ready to go to bed. As I climbed the stair I heard mother say to 
Nicole that she was tired and she was also going to her room. Since 
Nicole doesn't like to be left alone she soon followed me upstairs.

There was no way that I was going to drink any of the hot 
chocolate. Since my sister was allergic to one of the medical 
ingredients in the pills that I had dissolved in the milk, I didn't 
want to take a chance by drinking any of it. After all there was 
always the small possibility that my own body could react in the 
same way as my sister's body did.

I slowly undressed and I put on my pajama bottom, I then opened 
the door of my room and looked into the hall. There was still 
plenty of light coming from under Nicole bedroom's door. I waited 
another half-hour and still there was light in her room.
It then occur to me that she had probably past out with the light on. 
I went to her room and I knocked on her door. There was no 
answer.
I opened the door a little and peeked inside. My sister was on her 
bed lying on her back with only part of her gown on. She must 
have past out while putting on her gown thus leaving all the lights 
in her room on. I boldly entered and I closed the door behind me.
Her cup was on the night table near her bed and it was only half-
empty. Had she drunk enough to keep her asleep for a few hours, 
she only had about half a pill in her body. I didn't know weather I 
should forget everything or take a chance and hope that half a pill 
was enough. 

Of course I still had more powder in the bottle which was in my 
room, but how could I make her swallow it while she was sleeping. 
I then got an idea.
I went to my room to fetch the small bottle of powdered pills, 
taking a pinch between my thumb and my index, I let the powder 
fall through her half opened lips. Then dipping my finger into the 
liquid of the still luck warm cup I let a couple of drops fall into her 
mouth. After doing this a couple to times, I watched her swallow 
as the liquid made its way into her throat.
While my finger was in her mouth, I began to feel a kind of 
excitement deep inside. I could see her beautiful sensual lips 
cuddling the tip of my finger and it occur to me that it would feel 
much nicer if I was to place the tip of my cock where my finger 
was.
No sooner thought than done as they say, and after pulling my 
erection through the opening of my pajamas I dipped the head of 
my cock into the hot chocolate - it felt almost painfully hot on my 
cock - and I then aimed it between her lips. She didn't seemed to 
react but when I pushed all of the head within her wide opened 
mouth, I felt her tongue curls around my cock. It was one of the 
most erotic sensations ever. Here was my cock between my bitchy 
sister lips, and while her tongue caressed the length of my organ I 
began pushing and pulling it, in and out of her mouth. In other 
word I was fucking her mouth. After half a minute of this I began 
to feel the sperm boiling at the base of my cock, I was soon seized 
in the grip of an intense climax while the pleasure convulsions 
made me spill my seed into her mouth and all over her face. As 
soon as I was done and my passions were appeased a little, I 
examined my sister lying there with her face almost completely 
covered with my spunk. There was a blob coating her right eyes, 
even her nose was partly blocked by the thick white goo, and each 
time she would breath I was amaze to watch a bubble of spunk 
form as she expelled air from her lungs.

I now had no doubt that if there had been any remaining powder 
inside her mouth, there certainly was none left now since I had 
watched her swallow a couple of mouthfuls of spunk.
                                                                            
Until then I hadn't paid any attention to the rest of her body, but 
now I was dying to look at her cunt and see if there were any traces 
of her bouts of fucking with Mr. Jennings.
The minute that I pulled her panties down, her fucking with Mr. 
Jennings was confirmed to me.
For one thing she had placed a couple of Kleenex tissues neatly 
folded inside of her panties, right on the crotch so as to absorb the 
juice that must have been oozing out of her love hole.
When I examined them, the tissues were heavy with soaked semen 
and even the material of her panties was wet and slippery.
But the minute that I looked closely at her cunt I was in for a 
surprise. Her lips were very swollen, they no longer seemed able to 
returned to theirs natural state and thus close the opening in-
between through which I could see deep inside her vagina. 
Everywhere, her hair was matted and covered with dry scales and 
even as I watched I could see white spunk still slowly seeping out 
of her opened hole, it was even making its way into the crack of 
her bottom.

For as long as I live I will remember that sight. My hands were 
shaking and my heart was beating exceedingly fast, I could even 
hear the blood flow through the vein in my ears.
Then it happened. I found myself devouring her cunt. Why was I 
doing this, why was I licking someone else spunk from my sister's 
fuming cunt? I didn't know, but one thing was certain, I was 
getting as much pleasure doing this as if I had been under the grip 
of a continuous climax. A climax that went on and on for minutes 
at a time.
I sucked and I drank and licked all I could and once I was done, I 
wished that there had been more inside her vagina.
Later, I fucked her twice, and when I was done with her I replaced 
the Kleenex tissues on her cunt and I put her panties back on her.

For the next couple of months Nicole continued to baby-sit for 
Mrs. Jennings - and of course she also fucked with her husband 
every time she went there - and most of those Fridays I cleaned her 
cunt afterward and then I would fucked her.
Until then it had never occurred to me that she could become 
pregnant, either from Mr. Jennings or from me. Even today I still 
can't understand why Mr. Jennings did not take any precautions 
while fucking her. I certainly knew for a fact that he was not since 
most of the time I was always cleaning his mess after she got 
home.

One late afternoon father came home and announced to mother that 
they had a big decision to take. He had been offered a transfer in 
the Buffalo area to work in the new plant  that the company was 
building there.
After a week of debating the pro and the con they finally agreed - 
Nicole and I had noting to say in the matter - to take the offer and 
to move north in Buffalo. 

Buffalo is a large city compare to Pratville, it implicated many 
adaptations for us, especially with our new friends, but there were 
advantages also.
Whereas in Pratville you had to watch all the time what you would 
say or do, in Buffalo you could piss in the middle of the street and 
no one would notice you.
Soon I had a bunch of new friends that were much more open-
minded than those I had in Pratville and smoking pot and drinking 
beer was perfectly accepted with them.

One of these new friends that I had made, was Mike. He was 
seventeen  and his father was very rich since he was the owner of a 
chain of stores and Mike always had plenty of money not to 
mention his bran new car.
As soon as he saw Nicole he felt in love with her, but my sister 
being the bitch she was, wanted to have noting to do with him 
simply because of the fact that he was my friend.
Of course, even if she had wanted to go out on a date with him my 
mother probably wouldn't have let her, she was only fourteen then 
and mother figure that she was too young to date. But even then, 
she could at least have been nice to him when he tried to talk to her 
at school, instead she let him know in no uncertain terms that he 
was to leave her alone.

But this didn't change Mike love for her and he always tried to find 
some excuse to come home with me just to see Nicole. 
By that time I had a girl friend of my own and since I wanted to 
impress her, I asked Mike one day if he could let me have his car 
for an evening. I was pretty sure that he wouldn't agree since it 
was a new car and it was an expensive model, but to my surprise 
he made me a counter offer instead.

" If you agree to help me have a date with you sister I will lend you 
the car as often as you want.. Your sister is much more important 
to me that the car you know. "

I was very surprise by what he said. He was preferring my bitchy 
sister over his car, what a fool he must be I thought. But his offer 
had no meaning since I knew that there was no way that she would 
ever go out with him, short of forcing her with a gun. She wouldn't 
do than for me even though she knew that  mother would never 
find out of her going out with him.
I was feeling very bad about it, I was dying to show off in Mike's 
car. All I had to do was to get him a date with my sister. 
Then I got an idea.  Instead of getting her to go out with him would 
he settle instead for of fuck with her. I knew that I would have to 
wait until my parent were out - mother and father often went away 
with other couples from the new plants on weekends - then it 
would be an easy thing for me to give her a pill so as to make her 
sleep. After that Mike could fuck her to his heart content  for the 
whole evening and even through the night if my parent weren't 
sleeping home that night.
But the only problem was that Mike worshiped the ground on 
which Nicole walked and I couldn't predict if he would agree to 
this compromise.
The following day at school I had a long talk with him. At first he 
was shocked when I told him that I had once given her a pill so as 
to be able to examine her body.  Naturally I didn't tell him that I 
had done this almost a dozen times and that each of those time I 
had fucked her. But when I proceeded to describe the erotic details 
of the voluptuous body of my sister, I could tell that I was getting 
close to a deal with him. To top it all, I then added that there was 
no way that she was ever going to go out with him. But on the 
other hand, if he agreed to my proposal and if he should happen to 
get her pregnant, she then would have to marry him. This was the 
drop in his bucket of indecision that made it overflow, he finally 
agreed. 

In two weeks time, both mother and father were to go to a 
convention of engineers in Boston for the new plant where father 
worked. They were supposed to sleep there for two nights in a row. 
So Mike and I decided that we were going to put our plan into 
execution during that weekend. 
Previously, I had obtained permission from mother to have Mike 
spent that weekend with me while they were away, - mother liked 
him since she found him nice looking and he also was very polite 
with her - he was going to sleep in my room while I would used 
the bedroom of my parents.   

Of course Nicole wasn't too keen on the idea of having him stay 
with us for two days, but she had no choice on the matter since 
mother had given me permission.
My parent left for Boston on Friday afternoon and Mike arrived at 
out house an hour later. We all went - Nicole included after some 
coaxing - to eat at a McDonald restaurant, then later we drove 
around in his car. I could tell that Nicole was enjoying herself even 
though she wouldn't have admitted it.
Afterward we went home to watch a movie on TV and by eleven I 
asked Nicole if she could make us a cup of hot chocolate before we 
went to bed. I would have prefer having a beer but I knew that my 
sister would tell my mom about drinking beer in the house.
To my surprise she agreed. Mike and I had previously prepared a 
quart of milk in which there were exactly three cups of milk in it, 
we had then added the equivalent of four powdered pills to the 
milk. 

As expected, as soon as she had poured the three cup of hot 
chocolate she went to her room with her cup in hand. After pouring 
the content of our cup into the sink we waited for an hour 
downstairs to make sure that she had finished drinking her cup and 
was sleeping.
We then both quietly climbed to her room and I knocked on her 
door.
There was no answer from inside. I opened the door slightly but it 
was completely dark inside.
I reached for the light switch next to the door and I turned it on. 
She was lying on her bed but she fallen asleep before she had time 
to put on her gown which was lying on the floor at the foot of her 
bed. Her bosom was completely bare and the only garment she was 
wearing was her white panties - I don't think that she had panties 
other than white in color - while her brown hair was fanning out on 
her pillow just like a picture in a girl magazine.

Mike just stood there speechless, his eyes very wide and his cock 
very hard, judging by the front of his pants.
When I made a motion to reach for her breasts he prevented me 
from doing it.  For some reason that I couldn't understand, he 
didn't want me to touch her. Instead, he told me to leave him alone 
in the room and he promised me that he wasn't going to stay more 
than an hour or two with her. I knew that he didn't want me to 
watch him while he was going to fuck her, therefore I left and I 
went to my parent' room downstairs.

I couldn't sleep. During all that time I tried to imagine what he was 
doing with Nicole and what was going to be his reaction upon 
discovering that she was no longer a virgin. About an hour an a 
half later I was still awake and the thought that by now her cunt 
was probably full of his spunk was exiting me.
After another half-hour I couldn't stay in the room any longer, I 
quietly got up and standing at the foot of the stair, I waited and try 
listen so as to see if I could detect any noises coming from my 
sister's room.
Then after another fifteen minutes of waiting at the foot of the 
stairs, I saw the door of her room being open and Mike's feet 
appeared in the hall as he walked to my room.
Again I remained there another ten minutes, then I figured that 
Mike was probably asleep by then since he must have been 
exhausted when he left my sister's room.
I climbed the stairs and I entered my sister's room. A strong smell 
of sex assailed me as I turn on the light. 
Mike had left her lying on her bed in pretty much the same position 
she had been in when we first entered her room. She had her 
panties back on and she was lying on her back, but the crotch of 
her panties were soaking wet and had I not know better I would 
have thought that she had piss in them

I immediately placed myself between her legs and I began pulling 
down her soaking panties. As soon as they were at the level of her 
knees and my eyes could settled on her cunt, my heart got a surge 
of emotion as it began to beat much faster, my mind had then 
registered what my eyes were seeing. The mount of her cunt was 
an indecent looking mess, and while her labia seemed longer than 
usual between the lips of her cunt, the entrance to her vagina was a 
deep angry looking red hole and I could see far inside her love 
tunnel.
There was still white spunk everywhere coating her lips while the 
hair of her cunt was matted giving the impression that she had very 
little hair.
I dipped two fingers within her hole and I was able to detect the 
abundant combine mixture of their love juice deep inside, and even 
as I moved my fingers within, I could hear the squishing noises 
they made as they displaced the great amount of goo inside.
This was more than I could endure, and by now I knew that I 
couldn't resist a recently fucked cunt. Before I was fully aware of 
it my lips were pressed between her cunt's lips and I was sucking 
and swallowing.
Time had no meaning for me then, and when I came back to my 
senses, my sister's cunt and hair were as clean as if she had taken a 
bath.
I next fucked her a couple of times, later when I looked at my 
watch, I was surprised to discover that it was almost four in the 
morning. 
Mike had spent over two hours with her and I had also spent  about 
the same length of time licking and fucking her.

When she came down the next morning she looked radiant and 
there were no indications in the way she acted that she suspected 
anything.
Mike wanted to put her to sleep again the following day, but I 
didn't want to do it so soon, first I had to find out if he was going 
to keep his promise and  lend me his car for an evening.

The following Friday I took my date to the drive-in movie in his 
flashy car and of course my girlfriend Paula let me fuck her.
From then on Mike was always trying to coax me into arranging a 
session of fucking with my sister. Of course he never used the 
word fucking when talking about her, and he never tolerated my 
saying bad things about her. I suspected that he was deeply in love 
with her. I did fixed it so that he could fuck her two more times 
before we learned the dreadful news. Nicole was pregnant.

Mother informed me about her condition about two months after 
we had moved into Buffalo. She said that Nicole refused to name 
the father of her child, but she was still pressuring her to name him 
and she was hoping that in a couple of days she was going to know 
his name. Mother also told me that my sister had missed her 
periods twice now and it could have occurred while we were living 
in Pratville just before we moved from there or it was also possible 
that it happened here in Buffalo in the first few weeks that we 
came to live here. She was incline to think that if was the latter 
case since there were no ways that this could have occurred in 
Pratville.

Nicole never told mother the truth as to how she became pregnant. 
She probably believed that Mr. Jennings was responsible for her 
condition and she didn't want to make trouble for him, so she 
invented a story about being raped one day after coming home 
from school.
Her story didn't make sense to me, but to mother who had never 
known her to tell a lie, it was a perfect explanation. But in the back 
of my mind I felt positive that her baby was mine and I was very 
anxious to see if he or she would resemble me.

We continued to live in Buffalo until she gave birth to her baby girl 
- she had the same eyes color as mine - then father asked to be 
transfer back to his old job in Pratville.
Mother no longer wished to live in Buffalo where she said it 
wasn't safe to raise children.
She convinced father, that once we would be living in Pratville, he 
was to tell everyone that the child belonged to them and that she 
gave birth while living in Buffalo. She said that no one ever needed 
to know the truth about Nicole being the real mother.

Yes, we are now living in Pratville. Mike often comes to visit me 
there and I think that Nicole is much more receptive to his 
advances now. Mother likes him a lot - his father is rich and he 
would make a good husband for her daughter - and she even 
encourage my sister into going out with him even though she is not 
quite sixteen. After all, she once explained to me, it is difficult for 
an unwed mother to find a husband, beside Mike is very 
understanding and one day when Nicole tell him the truth about her 
baby, she knows that he will understand.

I couldn't agree more with mother. But what she doesn't know is 
that Mike promised me a job as an assistant manager in one of his 
father's stores if I was to help him with the conquest of my sister's 
heart.
Well he can have her heart all to himself as long as I can have her 
well-fucked cunt once in a while. Beside I intend to help him in the 
task of impregnating her.

                               (The End)