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JPEG Girl
by Anal_King (address withheld)
Revised 7/27/07
***
Sleazy businessman fucks the hottest ass ever seen on a
small-town-preteen girl. He documents their sexual
affair by taking pictures. Her brother discovers the
pics and blackmails her. In the end, brother learns
there is a high price to pay for blackmailing his
sister. (Mf, nc, ind, 1st, anal)
***
The following is an account submitted to me by a man
who once fucked his baby sister. Through weeks of e-
mail correspondence with this stranger, I have gathered
the necessary facts to write this sordid tale and bring
it to my fans. For legal reasons, all names have been
changed to protect those individuals who took part in
the following events...
Background
My world permanently changed when my eight-year-old
sister began puberty. They say one in six girls can
start puberty as early as eight. Julie happened to be
one of the lucky ones—but not if you asked her. She
hated the changes taking place in her immature body
since it attracted the wrong kind of attention from
boys.
You see, Julie didn't fill out like the other little
girls in the neighborhood. Unlike most of them who
enter puberty with proud budding breasts, Julie got
stuck with a round backside that seemed abnormally
large for a kid her age. It was round, doughy, and shot
straight out in defiance of gravity, much to the
disappointment of my sister since it earned her the
nickname "Assy." Despite that one feature, her shape
resembled that of any other eight-year-old girl.
If I had to describe Julie to you, she could be a close
double of Michelle Trachtenberg when she appeared in
Buffy the Vampire Slayer. They're both the same,
physically, well almost the same: Julie is a bit
chunkier and wins hands down in the ass department.
She's blessed with what I like to call a teardrop ass,
resembling an upside down heart with a deep crack
lining the center.
Being her older brother by two years, it was my
responsibility to protect her whenever she was being
picked on, which was a lot now that her butt was always
on display.
By the way, my name is Jeff Rhodes. Even though I'm
only ten at this point in the story, I have a decent
sized 4-inch cock between my legs. So, I guess growing
big at an early age runs in our family.
Anyway, getting back to the story. I remember one day
in particular when me and Julie were playing wiffleball
at the local park. I noticed a group of three boys
similar in age to Julie, hovering in the background
watching us play. At the time, I didn't think much of
it.
I shouted at Julie to get ready for the pitch. She
gripped the bat just like I had taught her, thrusting
back her cute round ass. I pitched a classic underhand
throw which she smacked dead on. The ball whizzed by to
my left forcing me to avert my eyes. Before I could
fetch the ball, a loud yelp jerked my head back in her
direction. Those very same boys who had been watching
us were now taking turns swatting my sister's ass.
Before I could make my way across the field, the little
fuckers scampered away like mice over a hill. When I
brought Julie back home from the park, she was bawling
her eyes out. In between the sniffles and the stutters,
my mother managed to get the whole story from her. Of
course, the blame fell on me since I was the older
brother who should've been more responsible. You know
how emotional parents get during these incidents.
After dinner that evening, my mother gave me "the"
wink. The wink was her secret signal for me to go find
my sister and carry her into the bathroom. You see, the
one thing Julie hated the most was taking baths. She
would kick and scream something fierce just so she
wouldn't have to bathe. Finding her wasn't a problem
for me since she only hid in one of two places:
underneath her bed or in the closet. Tonight, I found
Julie under her bed trying to stifle her giggles.
When I grabbed her by the ankles, she squealed as I
dragged her from her room into the hallway. I then put
her over my shoulder and shuffled into the bathroom.
Before putting her down, I immediately shut and locked
the door so she couldn't escape. She had a tendency of
running off when you least expected it. My mother was
already waiting for us adjusting the temperature of the
water.
Before we'd wash Julie, my mom would inspect her
panties to see if they were soiled with any shit
streaks. Julie didn't usually leave behind skid marks,
but on certain days, when she felt like annoying our
mother, she'd leave several. Mom would shake her head
and end up saying something like, "Oh Jules! How could
you?" This would send my sister into a fit of giggles.
And I have to admit, it got me laughing pretty hard as
well.
Once we got her cleaned up and out of the tub, I'd hold
Julie by the waist so my mom could thoroughly dry her.
When it came time to pass the towel through her crack,
mom would have me spread Julie's Jell-O mounds apart.
At the time, I never understood why my penis would jerk
from handling her baby buns.
All I knew was that I liked the feeling—a lot. So much,
in fact, that I had to excuse myself and run to my room
just to tug on my erect knob. Nothing ever came out,
though, as I was still too young to produce any cum. To
be honest, if it weren't for my sister constantly
prancing around in her snug little panties, I probably
wouldn't have had any interest in the female form until
another couple of years. Not that I'm complaining, of
course.
During the next three years, life became much more
difficult for both Julie and me. For one thing, she got
bigger and sexier in the ass department while I got
into more fights defending her honor. On top of that,
the boys who used to mercilessly tease her now wanted
to mercilessly fuck her. And, not only them but older
men, too.
Shit! It got to the point that if I turned my back on
her for one second, just one second, there'd be a guy
putting the moves on her. And let me tell you, these
guys had balls! In broad daylight, they'd walk right up
to Julie, tap her on the shoulder, and begin flirting.
Some of them were old enough to be our father.
Horny old men who used to sit in the park feeding
pigeons would now approach my sister and whisper lewd
invitations into her innocent ears. After enough
encounters with these lustful men, Julie slowly began
to understand the power she held over the male species—
young and old alike.
The funny thing is, you'd think the threat of doing
jail time for child molestation or statutory rape would
dissuade them from even trying. Nope! At whatever age,
be it 10 or 50, if their cocks could fire spunk, they'd
want in on Julie's ass.
No doubt about it. Her ass is definitely a one of a
kind. Everybody in the neighborhood knew it. I'd bet
any amount of money if Julie parked that succulent ass
of hers on a guy's face, he'd be on his knees in a
second slapping an engagement ring on her finger,
before the words "will you marry me" were out of his
mouth. It was really that bad!
Then... then, the shit really hit the fan when word of
Julie's mouth-watering ass reached the ears of a rich
and powerful businessman that went by the name of Jack
Reynolds. He is, as I was to find out later from my
father, the third richest man in our state and a real
sleazebag to boot. And one with a reputation for
getting what he wanted. Rumor had it that once he set
his sights on something, he never quit until he got it.
Never!
The Story
Class had just let out. And on my way home, I stopped
at the local convenience store to buy a bottle of soda
and a small bag of chips. I was heading toward the
register when I overheard someone mention my sister's
name. I paused, then stepped into an aisle where two
old timers were engaged in conversation. Pretending to
search for an item on the shelf, I moved closer to
where they were standing.
"You kiddin'me?"
"Absolutely not! I saw it with my own two eyes. His
driver slowed the limo to a crawl and followed the
Rhodes girl as she walked home," he said matter-of-
factly.
"Did he say anything to her?"
"Nah! He just stuck his head out to get a better look
at her bouncing—you know what," he said with a chuckle.
"Think he'll take her away?"
"Dunno. But Karl better keep a watchful eye on his baby
girl lest he plans on being a grandfather." After that,
they both began laughing and hacking while slapping
each other on the back.
Later that night, I told my dad what I had heard at the
convenience store.
"Well, son. At least we know now that the vulture is in
town. I don't want you mentioning this to your mom and
especially to your sister," he emphasized.
"Okay, dad," I replied with a nod. He sighed and combed
his fingers through his hair. His forehead wrinkled as
he sat there deep in thought.
"Okay, Jeff. It looks like it's going to be up to me
and you to keep a close eye on her. I know you like to
hang out with your friends after school, but I need
your help, son."
"That's alright, dad. Julie's safety is more important
to me," I replied in sincerity.
After that, my dad put me on permanent baby-sitting
duty. I was to keep a watchful eye on Julie, especially
when she got out of school. If Mr. Reynolds should
appear. I was to either call dad or the police just in
case I couldn't reach him. Well, it turns out we did
such a good job guarding my sister, that Jack Reynolds
had no choice but to make an appearance at our house.
He banged on our front door Saturday afternoon.
Thankfully, at the request of my father, mom had taken
Julie to the clinic to get her on birth control pills.
My father said he wasn't taking any chances.
I opened the door and found a man who looked to be in
his forties smoking a fat stinking cigar. He was bald
with narrow eyes that seemed to penetrate you as if he
knew your deepest darkest secrets. My dad came to the
door and stepped in front of me.
"Jeff, go to your room," he ordered, with a voice I
only heard him use whenever he was really mad. And from
the looks of his face, I knew he was plenty mad. I went
to my room, but kept the door open so I could eavesdrop
on their conversation.
"Mr. Rhodes. My name is--"
"I know who you are. What do you want?"
"I'm here on a business matter you could say. Can I
come in?"
"Whatever you have to say you can say it right from
where you're standing." Reynolds chuckled at my
father's inhospitality.
"I like you, Mr. Rhodes. A man who speaks his mind. I
can appreciate that. Well, let me get right to it then.
I'm interested in signing up your little girl to a
modeling contract. You'd be paid--"
"Listen you fucker and listen good. If I even hear
you've been sniffing around my Julie, I will come after
you so help me God. I don't care what people say about
you. I will end you!" The door slammed, rattling the
house. And that was that.
I sat on my bed trying to make sense of it all. I
couldn't believe it! All this trouble for a girl who
was only eleven! Weren't there older and prettier girls
Reynolds could go after?
I stayed in my room the rest of the day until mom and
Julie got back from the clinic. Julie came running into
my room and excitedly said, "Jeffy, look," she was
holding out a rectangular card with rows of pills
covered in caramel colored foil, "I'm like a woman now.
All grown up."
You're more than a woman I thought to myself. But I
couldn't tell her anything or dad would whip my butt
for sure. I smiled and then she ran back to her room.
Over the next two years, we heard nothing of Reynolds.
Julie's thirteenth birthday had already come and gone.
My dad let out a sigh of relief, confident the whole
Reynolds affair was over. I, on the other hand, wasn't
so sure.
But just to ease my doubts, I began to pay closer
attention to Julie. As far as I could tell, she didn't
behave any differently to me. She still dressed the
same; she still went to her classes; she still hung out
with the same friends.
But then, why did I still have these suspicious
thoughts nagging away at me?
As a last ditch effort to really prove to myself that
Reynolds had not gotten his slimy paws on my sister, I
searched her room high and low for any evidence. I had
plenty of time to do this since Julie was out with her
best friend, Patty.
It wasn't until an hour after combing through her junk
that I hit pay dirt. Under her mattress, wrapped in
navy blue cloth was a CD enclosed in a clear jewel case
with the words "Julie's Pics" written on the front.
Checking my watch, I estimated I had another three
hours before Julie returned from the mall with Patty.
I ran to my room and locked the door behind me. My
computer was already on so all I had to do was insert
the CD and begin looking through its contents. I found
the pics folder easy enough and opened it up.
I had to blink twice because I couldn't believe what I
was seeing. There must've been over a hundred jpegs
with filenames ranging from "Julie's Ass" to "Julie's
First Fuck" and other stuff as well.
My hands were shaking in anticipation at what I might
find if I double-clicked on any one-jpeg file. Also, it
was hard to decide which one I wanted to see first.
I thought I'd start with the one entitled "Age 12--
Julie's Ass." When the picture filled the screen, I
stopped breathing and choked on my saliva while my eyes
widened in shock. There in front of me, on my 15"
screen, was Julie resting on a dark red sofa. She was
in the fetal position with her right hand pulling on a
creamy ass cheek, revealing her hairless pussy and
tight-looking asshole. In the pic, her body looked more
like that of a woman of twenty than that of a girl of
twelve.
I don't know if it was the hormones in the meat she was
eating, but Julie's ass had grown a lot bigger since I
could remember. Yet it still remained in proportion to
the rest of her body. At that moment, my cock began to
twitch uncontrollably, taking an unbrotherly interest
in her charms.
I sat there for another five minutes with my eyes glued
to the screen trying to burn that image into my brain.
I couldn't believe I was so damn hard for my baby
sister. I never knew she could look so fine. This was a
whole new side to her that brought out overwhelming
feelings of lust.
When I finally recovered from the shock, I closed the
image and opened up another one entitled, "Age 11--
Julie Spreads Her Ass." Age 11! Fuck! Reynolds sure
didn't waste any time.
When the jpeg loaded, I abruptly stood knocking my
chair down in the process. It must have taken a couple
of seconds for my mind to register what I was looking
at. In this pic, Julie was on her knees spreading her
plump cheeks apart. Her pussy lips were separated
showing her pink cherry with a round hole in its
center. Her shithole right above was pointing toward
the ceiling. My sister had on some sexy purple panties
that had been stretched over her right butt cheek. The
pic wasn't the greatest quality, though. It looked as
if Reynolds used a cell phone to capture the pose.
Nevertheless, I had to sit back down, slack-jawed,
wondering how my 13-year-old sister got herself into
such a situation. I never thought Reynolds could sweet
talk his way into Julie's heart. I thought she'd be
stronger for some reason. Who knows? Maybe she wanted
it all along. It sure looked that way to me.
Even though I felt bad lusting for Julie like this, I
continued going through the entire pics folder until I
stopped on one entitled, "Age 13--Julie Loses
Virginity". I braced myself when the image filled the
screen. Holy shit! It can't be! What the hell was she
thinking?
Julie was on her back dressed in some see thru lingerie
holding her pussy lips open while Reynolds had the head
of his dick lodged into her damp twat. The smooth
creamy skin of her inner thighs made me want to swipe
my tongue all over her soft legs. And Reynolds, that
guy was huge! He looked to be about 10" in length. How
the hell could she take that monster? Another thing I
noticed were the two rings Julie was wearing. He
must've bought those for her because I know my parents
didn't. We were always on a budget.
Glancing at my watch, I saw I only had thirty minutes
before my sister got back from the mall. I closed out
that image and quickly scanned through the remainder of
the files until I found the mother of all jpegs at the
very bottom; Reynolds thought so too since he
capitalized the title: "Age 13--JULIE--FIRST TIME ANAL"
The one thing me and my dad kept protected for the past
several years had now been taken right out from under
our noses. We didn't even get a chance to fight.
Reynolds just took it away. No apologies.
I knew this shot was taken during the summer because
Julie's hair turned a light chestnut brown whenever she
was out in the sun for too long. Julie was on her knees
wearing a sexy white thong with matching top. She was
supporting herself on her left hand while using her
right to spread her thong and cheek to the side.
Reynolds had his fuck stick lined with her tight
pucker. The helmet head was poised at her back door
ready to make its way in like a python in search of a
damp, dark hole.
I don't think I've ever seen anything more erotic as
the image displayed before my bulging eyes. I've
scoured the Internet for hours collecting all kinds of
jpegs, but never found anything as hot as this. I went
through as much of the CD as I dared, while always
keeping a watchful eye on the time.
In that brief period of time viewing all those pics, I
realized one thing: Lust can change a man's mind faster
than someone holding a gun to his head—that is, if the
right girl is thrown into the mix. And Julie was the
right girl alright. I knew this because my body never
felt on fire like it did after seeing the pic of Julie
about to get fucked in the ass. It took one second for
me to change from my sister's big-brother-bodyguard to
her number one perverted fan. It was at that moment I
made up my mind to blackmail Julie. I just couldn’t go
on living under the same roof with the best ass in the
state without sampling it myself. No man could,
especially no boy.
I waited for the following Saturday to approach Julie
when I knew my parents were going to be out. Dad had to
go to some stupid convention and my mom decided to tag
along at the last minute. It was hard not to think
about what I was going to do to Julie's ass. I got so
excited by the invented fantasies playing out in my
mind, that I had to jerk off three or four times a day
until Saturday finally arrived. When it did, I woke up
around 10:30 eager to start my day. I went to the
bathroom to take a leak, and then went in search of my
sister with a noticeable bulge in my briefs.
I found her in the living room painting her cute
toenails pink. She had one foot propped on the couch
giving me a clear line of sight to her plump labia. She
hadn't seen me yet as I stood admiring her teenage
charms.
I shuffled over to the TV and shut it off. "Hey! I was
watching that, fubu. Turn it back on!" She shouted.
"You weren't even paying attention to it. Besides, we
have to talk." I stood in front of Julie holding her CD
behind my back. She pouted as her lids narrowed, giving
me what she liked to call, her "meany" stare.
I grinned and said, "What if I told you I had some
major shit on you. So major it would get you severely
grounded for life. What would it be worth to you to
have this evidence totally disappear?"
She stared at me for a couple of seconds to see if I
was pulling her leg. The seconds ticked by as she tried
to figure out if I was serious or not. After awhile,
her bubble-gum brain determined I was no threat. She
dismissively replied, "You've got shit."
Now it was time to teach her a lesson. One she would
never forget. I slowly revealed the CD I had hidden
behind my back and waved it in her face. She
immediately recognized the cover art and jumped off the
couch. "How'd you get that?" she squealed, trying to
snatch the CD from my hand.
I jerked back and raised the disc over my head while
Julie hopped up and down trying to grab it away from
me. Moving the disc behind my back, I confidently
replied, "Don't you worry about how I got it, sis.
Worry about how mom and dad are going to whip your
sweet, little ass when they see all these nasty
pictures of you fucking and sucking that dirt bag,
Reynolds," I said with a big shit-eating grin on my
face.
"Whatever!" she snapped. Julie turned as if to go, then
catching me totally off guard, she swiveled rapidly on
her heels to snatch the disc from my hand. She managed
to get a hold of the case before I twisted my wrist
free and yanked it from her clutches. My sister made a
final go of it and jumped on my back, but I easily
threw her off. Realizing I wasn't going to budge, she
huffed and then sat down on the sofa, giving me her
"meany" stares again.
She crossed her arms across her chest and mumbled,
"Okay, what the hell do you want? I know you're not
going to hand over the CD without getting something in
return, first. So, what is it then?"
Now that I was under the spotlight, the confidence I
previously displayed was slowly being replaced by
doubt. Under the watchful eye of my sister, my stomach
began to quiver forcing me to avert her glare.
Blackmailing a person for sex, especially a family
member, wasn't as easy as my fantasies led me to
believe. And I would've given up if it weren't for my
teenage hormones. I looked back at Julie and she made
one of those typical "well" gestures with her hands
that girls seem to have a knack for.
Annoyed but less insecure, I finally spoke, or more
like stuttered, the words that would irreparably harm
our relationship forever: "Julie... you're right about
me... me wanting something from you. And I know it's a
lot to ask... but... but what I want is what every man
in this town wants from you but can't have—except for
Reynolds that is. I want to fuck... fuck your round,
plump ass!"
Julie gasped as her lids pulled back in shock. She
covered her mouth in disbelief while the color drained
from her pretty little face. Julie blinked a couple of
times before she pulled herself together and finally
found her voice. "My God! What the hell is the matter
with you!" she shrieked, "You're my brother, Jeff. You
can't fuck me. It's wrong. I mean... I mean... brothers
and sisters aren't supposed to do that kind of stuff."
She had a point there, but I wasn't about to back down
now. Not after the things I've seen her do, which is
pretty surprising considering she's only 13. I wanted
some of that and I think, deep down, Julie knew. On
more than one occasion, Julie has caught me peeping her
luscious ass whenever she sunbathes or walks around in
really tight shorts. Thankfully, she's never freaked
out or made any comments about it. She just grins and
walks away with the knowledge that she makes her own
brother horny.
And because of that knowledge, Julie knows I won't be
deterred from having her ass. Which is why she turned
her head aside to hide the tears that welled up, then
rolled down her cheeks. She knew she was cornered.
Julie also knew that she could always refuse and take
her chances with Mom and dad and tell them I
blackmailed her, but that would be her word against
mine. In the end, though, the cards were stacked in my
favor since I possessed the CD.
When she wiped the tears away from her face, Julie eyed
me with a look of hate the likes I'd never seen before
from my sister. "Fine!" she sniffled. "Since I have no
choice, I'll let you fuck me in the ass. But! Remember
this... I will hate you for the rest of my life! This
is blackmail and incest! And the way I see it, you're
no better than Reynolds and all those other guys who
slobber over themselves when I walk down a street."
Julie shuddered as she took in a deep breath, then
slowly exhaled. She got off the couch crossing her arms
in front of her as if a chill had settled in the house.
When we approached the foot of the stairs, Julie kept
her back to me and said, "You need to go to the drug
store to buy me an enema kit. Any brand is okay. I
don't care." I was left wondering why on Earth would
she need an enema kit before I banged her ass?
Whatever! As long as it got me what I wanted.
A half hour later, I returned with the kit and most of
my allowance gone. I knocked on her door. "Julie, I got
what you wanted," calling out, praying she didn't have
a change of heart.
"Leave it in the bathroom for me. I'll come get you
when I'm done," she murmured. I did as she asked and
went back to my room to look at the rest of the CD.
About an hour later, Julie walked in dressed in a robe
with a towel wrapped around her head. She caught me
looking at more of her pics with Reynolds. "You're
fuckin' sick," she spat. "Okay, let's get this over
with."
I followed Julie to her room and stood with my hands by
my side, not really sure how to proceed. After all, I
was still a virgin and the furthest I've ever got with
a girl was fondling her tits. Julie was untying the
sash of her robe when she noticed I hadn't begun to
undress. She glanced at the tent which had formed in my
pants, then snarled in disgust as she dropped her robe
to the floor. My dick throbbed from arousal watching
her climb onto the bed and assume the position. She
moved like a well-practiced whore, gracefully spreading
her knees, then dropping down to her elbows. Her B-cup
tits swung below capped by thumb-sized nipples.
There was something primal about that particular pose.
As if the pose itself had been imprinted into man's
genetic memory as a sign that any woman who offered
herself in such a way was ready to be dominated.
I tugged my jeans down followed by my underwear and
immediately felt the cool air swirl around my twitching
cock; On rubbery legs, I padded across the room and got
on the bed behind her upturned ass. I trembled in
delight at the sight of her creamy cheeks. I just sat
there on my haunches captivated by Julie's ass as it
seductively swayed in tiny erotic circles.
I don't think my sister meant to do this intentionally.
It was probably more of a nervous tic on her part.
Whatever the reason, I could feel a sort of paralysis
begin to set into my extremities, making it near
impossible for me to move. Julie glanced over her
shoulder to see what was keeping me. When she saw the
stupid look on my face, she kicked me with her heel,
snapping me out of my trance. With a loud sigh, she
turned her head forward, allowing me to get on with the
task at hand.
Taking a few deep breaths to calm myself, I reached out
with my greedy paws and reverently palmed her smooth,
curvy bottom. The nerves in my hands became instantly
charged by the illicit touch of our skin making
contact. A touch that society only deemed for Julie's
future boyfriends and husbands. My head felt feverish
with excitement as I passionately began kneading her
thick, healthy ass. With a will of their own, my
fingers moved around like those of an awarded baker
handling the finest Parisian pastry dough.
I worked the heel of my hands to push her cheeks up and
to the sides, before folding them over her crack to
begin anew. And like any pastry chef knows, a well-
kneaded dough should be smooth and elastic. Well, it so
happens that Julie's ass was smooth and elastic; Her
butt cheeks barely resisted as I spread them wide
apart, exposing her pink, winking anus. When I saw
that, I knew it was over. Even if I wanted to resist my
animalistic urges, there was no way my lust could ever
be denied—it consumed me, whole.
If it weren't for the times when my buddy Ron showed me
his father's collection of Gonzo films, I wouldn't even
have known what to do with Julie aside from fucking her
in the ass. It would've never occurred to me that a guy
could eat a girl's shithole. But thanks to the Porn
industry, I knew better now.
I parked my face into her crack and enjoyed the feeling
of her soft, smooth ass flesh against my cheeks. I put
my nose right up against her rear orifice and inhaled
her natural musk which no amount of showering could
ever remove. When I had my fill of her scent, I shot my
tongue straight out and drew tiny circles around the
rim of her pink anus. Julie squirmed as I held fast
devouring the ass of all asses.
Using the palms of my hands to spread her butt cheeks
even wider, I speared her shithole, boring my way until
I passed both anal rings. Julie gasped at the
unexpected intrusion of her most intimate of holes. I
could tell that the sensation of my tongue swiping over
her rear was preparing her young body to mate. It was
obvious because the unmistakable aroma of cunt meat
filled the air.
When I extracted my tongue from her sphincter, I
lustfully examined the small opening where none existed
before. I was unsatisfied with the results. So, I
leaned over and went back to ravaging her little star,
lapping and sucking her pucker until blood surfaced
just below the silky skin of her anus. By now, the
crevasse of her ass was drenched in my saliva giving
her tight passage a nice reflective sheen. It was hot
having a 13-year-old spread before me like this,
especially seeing how it was my very own sister.
I looked around Julie's room for anything that could be
used as lubricant and spotted a bottle of hand lotion
on her nightstand. I moved off the bed and grabbed it
with my stiff cock bobbing in the air. Julie turned her
head and stared at my engorged prick as it swayed left
to right. My dick twitched knowing that she was
checking me out. When I was back behind her ass, Julie
made one last attempt to dissuade me, "Jeff, don't do
this. Please! Those pictures aren’t what you think.
It's all a big mistake. Things are going to change.
Trust me," she pleaded one last time.
"Sorry, sis. I know what I saw. Don't say anymore
because I won't believe you. You enjoyed how Reynolds
fucked you. Didn't you? After all me and dad did to
protect you from that scumbag, you had to go and play
the little slut!" Julie cringed as if I had slapped
her. "Well, let me tell you, sis... It's my turn now."
She dropped her head down and sniffled while I squirted
some of her lotion into my palm. I slowly rubbed it
over the bell-shaped end of my cock. My dick was so hot
that it didn't even register the difference in
temperature from the lotion. I then squirted a few
drops directly on her stank and slowly wormed my index
finger in, sinking deep into her forbidden depths. When
I reached the knuckle, I took my time pulling out,
enjoying the erotic sight of her clinging anus. When I
cleared her tight ring, Julie's sphincter immediately
snapped shut and reflexively winked a couple of times.
I repeated the process using two fingers, making sure
she was nice and ready for my stiff prick.
"Reach back and spread your ass," I ordered. She sobbed
as she grasped each meaty cheek at its center and
pulled them to the side. The lewd display of my sister
surrendering her ass to me sent a strong jolt to my
loins. My stomach rippled in spasms knowing that I was
about to fuck my very own sister. I knee walked and
closed the small gap between us while resting my left
hand on her lower back for support.
I grasped my twitching cock at its base and gently
pressed the round-mushroom tip against her slick anus;
I nudged her opening and lustfully watched how Julie's
sphincter sunk under the persistent pressure of my
aching cock. When her puckered hole stopped its short
descent, it immediately resisted my fat cockhead. The
front half of my dick bent under the strain delaying my
entrance into her sexy rear.
Eventually it straightened out as Julie's pink anus
finally began to open up. Her shithole steadily dilated
around the large crown of my prick. I watched and
grimaced as her back-hole slowly stretched wider and
wider swallowing the flaring ridge of my knob until it
cleared her tight, greasy ring. My sister gasped and
clutched the bedspread with her sexy little hands.
Reynolds may be longer in the dick department, but I'm
definitely fatter and Julie just realized that.
When her butthole relaxed enough for me to continue, I
firmly grasped her by the hips and pushed more of my
rigid prick into her round backside. I couldn't take my
eyes off my cock as it advanced bit-by-bit, sliding
deeper into her tight clasping rectum. Julie sucked in
air through her teeth when I reached a certain point.
She clamped down forcing me to stop; I took a breather
and allowed her time to adjust to my invading member.
Once she loosened her grip on my staff, I groaned,
inching my way forward until half my cock was lodged
inside her puckered ring.
I began panting as I stared down at our coupling. The
sight left me in awe of my sister because of the
feminine power she possessed. The very same power all
women possessed. It was kind of scary thinking about it
because it made me realize I could be manipulated under
the right circumstances. No different than any other
horny man. In fact, I've often heard it said that women
could rule the world. I never fully understood what
that meant—until now.
With only another couple of inches left, I forced the
remainder of my manhood deep into her constricting
bowels, savoring the feeling of being fully embedded
inside a warm rectum. I loved how Julie expertly milked
my throbbing dick with the strong muscles of her pink
asshole. When her contractions tapered off, I took that
as my cue to slowly slide my pecker out. I glanced down
and shivered as I took in the view of her crinkly hole
impaled on my veiny prick.
I moved my hands from around her waist to spread her
bubble cheeks apart. I loved how her shithole stretched
away from the sides of my prick. Julie's pink anus made
my mouth flood with saliva, wishing I could fuck and
eat it at the same time. Going in was easier this time
around since she wasn't as tense as before. After a few
erratic thrusts of my hips, I began to develop a nice,
steady rhythm. I grunted as I drove in balls deep and
groaned when I pulled out to the head. My sister
whimpered as I banged away at her shitter which made
her bed rhythmically knock against the wall as I picked
up the pace.
"Oh, God Julie! I don't ever want to stop fucking you,"
I replied in ragged gasps as I continued sodomizing my
little sister.
My face was flushed and contorted by lust as I smoothly
piston my dick to and fro in her gripping sheath. My
labored breathing and the loud slapping of our flesh
were the only sounds in the room. On every other
stroke, my nose would pick up the faintest scent of her
shit. But it was mostly masked by the lotion and didn’t
turn me off in the least.
In fact, it did the opposite and made me really hammer
into my sister's ass, forcing her boobs to swing back
and forth like two round pendulums. I could feel my
impending climax approach at the same time my balls
savagely slapped against her dripping twat. My frantic
thrusting started to go out of sync with the rhythm I
had established before. I couldn't hold out any longer
as the beginning of my load made its way up my shaft.
"Oh my God! Julie! Oh my God! Here it comes!" I warned.
"I'm gonna cum in your sweet fuckin' ass!"
I slammed my pelvis against her jiggling cheeks and
released a deep groan as my cockhead swelled then
exploded, discharging my slimy cream deep into her
colon. The intensity of my orgasm caught me completely
off guard and forced me to double over as wave after
wave crashed through my body. I gritted my teeth and
held on to Julie's shoulders, trying to survive the
incredible shock to my juvenile system. Maybe this was
why adults forbade young kids from having sex. Their
nervous systems couldn't handle the burnout effect. I
was proof of that since I felt I was about to pass out
at any moment.
I cried out as Julie's sphincter sucked the last
remaining spurts from my balls. I slowed my thrusts
until my dick became too sensitive to do anymore and
reluctantly slid my flaccid cock from of her clutching
anus; I collapsed exhaustedly on her back catching my
breath while post-orgasmic ripples coursed throughout
my body. I was reduced to a shuddering mass of flesh
drooling from the corners of my mouth.
When I fully recovered and my pulse was back to normal,
I forced Julie to hold her cheeks apart so I could
inspect her stretched hole. "Fuck! That's hot!" I
whispered hoarsely, overwhelmed by the red interior of
her ass mixed with my dripping semen. The light from
the Sun landed perfectly into her yawing hole giving me
a clear shot of my oozing cum sliding down the walls of
her rectum and collecting at the mouth of her colon.
I'll never forget that sight because for some strange
reason, it made me feel like a man. As if I had crossed
the barrier which separated the men from the boys. I
viewed it as the successful completion of my "rite of
passage." If that makes any sense?
I used my recovery time kissing and caressing Julie's
pliant ass. Her round globes had a soothing effect on
my body. In fact, as I laid there stroking her cheeks,
an unexpected yet pleasant thought entered my mind. It
was the thought of Julie as the mother of my unborn
child, walking about the house with lactating tits.
For reasons unknown to me, that image incited my lust
to the point where I had to mount my sister again. She
didn't even resist as I shoved my prick to the hilt and
laid into her hard and fast. My second orgasm took
longer this time around, but it was just as intense as
the first. I left the very core of her teenage
femininity—gaping!
When it was all over, my limp dick collapsed and so did
I. I felt totally drained both mentally and physically
from the experience. I had to flop down on my back to
get my breath back. Julie got off the bed and cupped a
hand over her leaking anus as she ran to the bathroom
to clean up. I heard her throw up a few times followed
by the flush of the toilet. She came back into the room
with fresh tears in her eyes. Julie avoided eye contact
while she slipped on some pink panties. I didn’t know
what to say to her now that my lust had been sated, but
I thought I’d better try to explain.
"Julie, I--"
"Get the hell out of my room!" she screamed with a rage
I had never seen before.
"Get out! Get out! Get out!" I jumped off her bed,
picked up my pants and boxers, and took off to my room.
I could hear her sobbing through the walls. I felt
scared and kind of upset at myself for doing what I had
done. I reasoned it would just be better to let her
have her space and then approach her in a couple of
days.
***
It wasn't until a month later when I finally understood
the extent to which I damaged our sibling relationship.
I was sitting in a courtroom watching my sister sobbing
on the witness stand, giving the court her testimony as
to how Reynolds forced her to perform various sexual
acts with him. He had threatened that if she didn't do
as he said, he'd fix it so her family would be killed.
When it was all said and done, the jury found Reynolds
guilty and sentenced him to two consecutive life terms
with no chance of parole. Julie, on the other hand, was
awarded a hefty sum from the Reynolds's estate. She
proudly retired my father from his job and had us all
living very comfortably.
My sister never ratted me out to our parents knowing it
would probably get me beaten to an inch of my life and
thrown in a juvenile detention center. She was polite
whenever we passed in the hall but that was it. I was
pretty much dead to her. I couldn’t really blame her.
When Julie turned 19, she met and fell in love with
some accountant guy who was more interested in Julie as
a person instead of a walking piece of meat. After
that, we'd only see each other during holidays. Her
husband never understood why she was so cold towards
me. She’d lie and say we were siblings who never really
got along. He’d just shake his head at that with a
smirk on his face.
Julie eventually moved away to sunny California to
start a new life with her husband and new baby boy. She
severed all ties with me after that. I tried to get her
to forgive me, to give us a chance.
And you know what she told me over the phone. She said,
"Jeff, it's not true that time heals all wounds." I
heard a click and that was the end as they say. I only
have the memories of our union and a CD full of
pictures.
These pictures of Julie keep me going sexually, but
emotionally, I'm so desolate because I lost my baby
sis.
The End
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.
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