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Authors name: Marlin (Address withheld by request)
Story title : Laundry Room
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LAUNDRY ROOM (m-teen/g+, inc, 1st, ped)
by MARLIN (Address withheld by Request)
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Little sister gets creative...
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I can't tell you how many times I've asked myself why I
was so blessed. How did I end up with three little
sisters, each one more beautiful than the next? And of
course with each sister, there are the sister's friends.
Sounds great, huh? But wait. It gets better. My sisters
were as wild and kinky as me. One night was particularly
special.
If kids exploring their sexuality offends you, stop
reading now.
My sisters and I were all very close. While there was a
spread of six years, we all got along. And so did all
their friends. One Saturday night, when I was 13, my 11
and 10-year-old sisters had two friends sleep over. They
each got to choose 1 friend. Amy, the older one at 11,
invited Terry. Chris, 10, invited Carol.
Amy was tall, as tall as me, and thin. She had an awesome
butt. Forget the fact that she was only 11. Of course,
being thin, she didn't have any tits to speak of. Just
those little bumps a 13-year-old brother would pay
anything to see. Chris, well, Chris was a 10 year old,
nothing more... nothing less. Terry, Amy's friend, was
built the same as Amy...gorgeous, too, and very
"adventurous". Chris's friend Carol was another story.
Not too pretty, but very well developed for a 10 year
old. She was also slightly "plump". Strangely, I found
her attractive.
Whenever there was a sleepover, everyone would spread out
in the basement. The basement was divided into two
rooms... the "living" area and the laundry room. The wall
between the two rooms was a "knotty" wood. In other
words, there were quite a few "knots" in the wood that
had popped out and left holes. They weren't large holes,
but large enough to see through. The important thing was
they were not obvious from the living area... unless one
was really looking for them.
Being a horny 13-year-old, I had my stash of girlie
mags... mostly Penthouse. I really liked Penthouse due to
the very explicit pictures...close-ups. I had them hidden
away in a dresser drawer in the basement that no one ever
went into...until that night. In a spate of boredom, Amy
started going through the dresser drawers. BUSTED!
She didn't say anything to the other girls right away.
Apparently though, the mags gave her an idea. After
spotting them, she came upstairs where I was relaxing on
the couch watching some TV. I liked to watch TV in the
dark, and tonight was no different. She liked to wear
short little nighties. I tell ya, I went out of my way to
get a peek at her in her nightie whenever I could, but
due to her modesty, those opportunities were few and far
between. That night though, something must have shaken
loose in her brain. Bold as could be, she walked over to
the couch and sat down next to me, her bare legs touching
mine.
"I found something in the basement, brother, and I
believe they belong to you."
I had an idea what she was talking about.
She moved closer to me and our contact brought me to full
staff.
"I have an idea, brother. We're getting kinda bored down
there and those magazines of yours gave me an idea. Let's
play photographer. I'll pretend I'm looking for something
and "accidentally" find your magazines. While the girls
are freakin' out lookin' at the pictures, I'll take that
old camera down from the shelf in the corner. Terry and
Carol are pretty wild and I bet I could get them to pose
for me. We'll go through the magazines and I'll tell them
they're just as hot as the girls in the pictures. I
guaranty you, the way these girls look at themselves in
the mirror, I'll have them posing in no time. While I'm
"snapping away", I want you spying on us from the laundry
room. That big hole in the wall behind the furnace should
give you a great view."
"I don't know, Amy. This idea of yours sounds pretty
crazy. I don't need to get caught and catch hell from mom
and dad, not to mention Terry and Carol's parents."
Amy had a way of always getting what she wanted, and she
proceeded to convince me to go along with her in a very
special way. She got up off the couch, turned to face me,
and knelt back down on the couch next to me.
"You like to look at me, don't you brother?" Amy smiled
as she brought her hands to her nipples.
"Don't deny it! I catch you looking at my ass all the
time. You want to see my ass, don't you? Up close."
I couldn't get a word out. I just nodded. Amy turned
around and got on her hands and knees. After moving
around a little and getting comfortable, she looked back
at me.
"Take my panties off. I'm going to make sure you don't
change your mind about my little game."
Turning away, she told me to get started. My hands were
shaking before I even touched her. I took a deep breath
to steady myself and placed my hands inside the elastic
waistband of her panties. As I slowly eased them down her
thighs, my tongue moistened the space between her young
cheeks.
The closer I came to her asshole, the more she pushed
back at me. Millimeters away from my sister's puckered
hole, I drew back a bit and filled my mouth with saliva.
I raised my head so slightly and reestablished contact
with my little whore just above that spot where her crack
meets her back. With her virginal breath warming my
thighs, I emptied my mouth and watched as my saliva
slowly followed the path to her slightly quivering
butthole.
Taking advantage of the moment, I started tracing circles
around her little hole...smaller and smaller...until the
tip of my finger was at the entrance. The moans of
pleasure coming from my little sister's moist lips
invited me to proceed.
"I really want to get started with my plan, but not quite
yet. I love the way you're touching my asshole. It feels
soooo good down there. If you want, you can stick it
in....in my butt."
Before Amy could say another word, my finger was buried.
It went in so smoothly, I asked her if she had put
"things" in there before. While the darkened room
prevented me from seeing her face, her hesitancy answered
my question.
"I've never told anyone 'cause I thought I was weird or
something, but I started putting things in there a few
months ago... whenever I masturbate."
"What kind of things?" I asked... trying to embarrass her
and get her hotter at the same time.
"Carrots... candles... whatever's handy. It makes me feel
so good that I can only do it when I'm home alone. I
scream so loud when I cum with a carrot up my ass, so I
think you'd better pull that finger of yours out before I
scream and ruin the rest of our night."
While her words said one thing, her body said another. As
I slowly started to withdraw, she followed me back and
clamped down on my finger with her little sphincter. She
reached back and brought my free hand to her mouth. One
finger at a time, Amy sucked. Her sphincter still milking
my finger, she gently guided the moistened fingers of my
other hand under her nighty and up to her hardened
nipple. Still in control, she guided my fingers around
her nipple, mimicking the motion with which I had
pleasured her ass.
"Amy, I could do this all night, but don't you want to
get your plan in motion?"
"In a sec'... just one more thing. Reach under the
cushion, toward the back, there should be a crayon
there." I did as instructed. "Got it?"
I grunted affirmatively.
"Good. Now, smell it."
I drew the length of the crayon slowly past my nose,
inhaling deeply. I can only describe the scent as "pure
sex".
"That's me, you smell my butt."
Amy turned over onto her back and squeezed between me and
the back of the couch. She brought her hand to her mouth,
placed a dollop of her spit on her fingers, drew her
knees back to her chest... and covered her asshole with
her saliva.
"Put the crayon in me, big brother, all the way in."
Without hesitation I followed her instructions.
"OOOhhhh, good. I love my crayon in there. Push it in a
little more, a little more... yeaaaah! OK. Now, reach
under the other cushion, there should be a little ball
there. Put it in your mouth and get it all wet and taste
my "love". I love the taste. Don't you?"
(I love little sisters. Don't you?")
"I love to play hide and seek with my little ball. Of
course, it's not really fair because I always know where
it's hiding...my pussy or my asshole. My favorite part of
the game is after I find it. That's when I suck on it and
fantasize about your tongue on my clit. Now shove it up
my ass. OOOHHH. It feels so much better to have someone
else do it. The ball keeps the crayon from falling out. I
love the way it feels with the crayon and ball up my ass
as I walk through the halls at school. Whoops! I just
told you my biggest secret. But I know you won't tell.
You'll have all you can deal with hiding your hard-on
when you see me walking by."
Amy then stood up, put her panties back on and leaned
over and ran her tongue over my lips, then joined me in a
passionate kiss. Nothing a little sister with a ball and
crayon up her ass.
OK. That did it. I was now at full staff and willing to
go along with anything Amy wanted. Her unprecedented
display had me spinning. Her plan was to have all the
girls come upstairs for some bogus reason. I would then
sneak downstairs and take my place behind the furnace. No
problem, Amy led and the others followed. With me in
place in the back room, the girls came back down.
Nonchalantly, Amy opened the drawer with the mags.
"Hey, you guys, look what I found. Let's check'em out."
After a few minutes of the obligatory giggling, they sat
down in a circle and started passing the magazines
around. After a few more minutes, they weren't giggling
anymore. They all started to "seriously" check out the
pics. I couldn't wait to hear what Amy was going to come
up with.
"I have an idea," Amy said, "Let's play photographer.
Terry, Carol, you can be the models, I'll be the
photographer and Chris will be my assistant."
The girls all looked around at each other for a minute.
Terry was the first to speak up.
"I guess it might be kinda' cool. Anyway, I didn't know
how to tell you guys, but I'm getting some hair down
there and... well... I really wanted to show you."
Amy had Chris arrange some blankets and pillows on the
floor, making sure I would have a good view. Amy took the
old camera from the shelf in the corner.
"OK, Terry, let's get started. Why don't you take off
your nightgown and underpants?"
Terry followed Amy's instructions.
"Good. Now, lay down over there."
Terry laid down on the blankets and spread her legs.
"Wow, you do have hair down there. And your tits are
really starting to grow."
Amy was really working these kids...and I was working
something else.
"The girls in the pictures always have hard nipples." Amy
said. "You know to get them hard, right? You know, rub
'em and squeeze 'em. I do it all the time and it feels
really good."
(Amy's little toys were starting to have an effect on
her, Terry's little display accentuating the experience.
Hoping to "stoke the fire", Amy removed her clothes and
Chris and Carol followed suit.
Terry didn't hesitate. As she worked on her nipples,
Chris picked out a pose from the magazine and showed
Terry. Amy instructed Terry to copy the pose. Terry laid
flat on her back, lowered one knee to the side, and
placed her open hand over her newly grown bush.
As Amy "snapped" away, I lowered my pants and stepped out
of them. I started playing with my balls, careful not to
touch my dick. If I had, I would have shot off
immediately. And I wanted to make this feeling last as
long as possible. Terry mimicked a few more poses as Amy
"snapped" away. Feigning the end of the roll of film, Amy
turned toward me and leaned over, as if to change the
film. As she did, her loose-fitting nightie could not
conceal her now erect nipples.
She raised her head, looked right at my peephole, brought
her hand to her chest and gave a nipple a few slow
strokes. In those brief couple of moments, I must have
gone over the Dodgers lineup a dozen times. I had to stay
in control.
Now, it was Carol's turn. Like I said before, Carol's
slightly pudgy body was strangely attractive to me. As
she rolled around on the floor, I could feel the pre-cum
start dripping from the head of my cock. The way she was
rubbing herself, I couldn't believe this girl was only
10.
Amy just kept her mouth shut and hovered over her,
snapping away. And just as well, since Amy was focusing
all her thoughts on her moistening pussy and my eyes on
her body. Manipulating all three girls to positions in
front of her on the floor, Amy bent over, still playing
photographer. As if to balance herself, Amy spread her
legs apart, giving me a perfect view of her asshole. And
all of a sudden, her hole started opening. Out came the
ball, then the crayon, landing on the chair behind her.
The other girls didn't see this happen. Amy told the
girls to do a pose together. They were to close their
eyes, as if sleeping. As they assumed the pose, Amy
grabbed the crayon and guided it through my peephole...
my open mouth on the other side of the wall. The flavor
was exquisite.
As I adjusted my view to focus on Terry, I couldn't help
but notice that her hand was becoming very well
acquainted with her pussy. I wasn't the only one to
notice either.
"Terry, this is getting a little boring.", Amy said to
her. "I see that you like to... well... rub yourself. Do
you masturbate... like... have orgasms?"
"Ummmm, ya! I do."
"Well then, let's try something new. Why don't you and
Carol lay down next to each other and... like... play
with each other."
My control was dissolving. I had to start stroking away.
But slowly. Terry laid down next to Carol and the two
little girls started exploring each other. Slowly at
first, and then.... I couldn't believe my eyes. They
started kissing. First, on the lips...then Carol worked
her way down to Terry's nipples. Amy was still snapping
away. As she backed up, claiming to want a better angle,
she bent over. Her pussy was now my focus. Amy was
getting wet between her legs. She looked back at me
briefly and mouthed the words, "pretty soon". Amy didn't
want the game to end too soon, so she instructed the
young explorers to take a break.
"New idea. Terry, have you ever put anything up your
pussy? I bet you have."
Amy then took a candle from its holder on the wall and
handed it to Terry.
"You look like you're having a good time and I want you
to keep going. Chris, why don't you take over for me? I
think I want to sleep upstairs. I don't feel too good."
Amy got dressed and headed toward the stairs, which the
girls could not see from their perspective. Carol then
grabbed her own candle and laid down next to Terry. Chris
had assumed the role of photographer. Being "occupied",
the girls didn't notice that Amy had not gone upstairs.
She had made her way into the back room. By now, Carol
and Terry had exchanged "positions", Carol working the
candle in and out of Terry's pussy, and vice-versa.
I wish there was film in that camera. Although Chris was
not very "sexual", all this activity had awakened her
"feelings". She put the camera down and positioned her
pussy at the other end of Terry's candle, Carol having
decided to pleasure herself.
Working slowly, Terry and Chris positioned themselves so
as to "share" the candle. Having never experienced
anything like this, Chris welcomed Terry's help in
lubricating her pussy. While three girls shared two
candles, a feeling of gratification came over me. In a
roundabout way, I had opened up a wonderful new world of
pleasure for three beautiful young ladies. As I enjoyed
the view, still working my cock as slowly as possible, I
detected a warm feeling on the back of my neck.
"Shhhhh....it's me, Amy."
"Just keep watching the show. I know you must be horny as
hell... and so am I."
I was totally freaked out now. Here I was, naked, pulling
on my prick, and my sister standing behind me. Amy was
standing very close to me and I could feel her nightie
being pulled over her head. As I felt her warm breath
going down my back, I could tell she was taking off her
panties. Her warm body was now pressing against
me...erect nipples rubbing against my back...her
pubescent bush tickling the crack of my ass. She reached
around and placed her hand over mine, the hand that was
massaging my member. She picked up on the rhythm right
away.
"I know you are enjoying the show, but I want to give you
a private show. Turn around. Please. Do you think I'm
pretty? I hope so. Now, just go along with me. I promise
I won't tell anybody. This will be our secret."
Placing her hands behind my head, she guided my mouth to
her nipples. She held me close, pushing her tiny tits
into my mouth. I could tell she was enjoying our
encounter as the aroma of her sex filled the air, but I
had to move this along. I couldn't hold out much longer.
Taking the initiative, I picked her up. Instinctively,
she wrapped her young legs around me. Her swelling pussy
lips were now massaging my dick.
"Fuck me, brother. I want it now. I want you inside of
me."
She then lowered herself onto my dick, stopping at her
cherry. Gently urging myself deeper, I knew I had to
break through. She wanted it. She needed it. Lifting her
up 'til my cock was barely inside of her, I hugged her as
tightly as I could, buried my tongue down her throat, and
impaled her with my manhood. As I felt what I knew was
her virginal blood running over my cock, our tongues
danced. With a finger working in and out of her ass, I
increased the pace of our motions. Faster... faster...
faster...
Well, you know how it ends.
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in
anyway shape or form.
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