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Fantasy Sisters
By Anonymous (address withheld)

***

A neighbor man strikes up a friendship with a young 
girl, that turns sexual, only to be caught out by her 
older sister. (Mfg, ped, anal, control)

***

I was involved with a group of people in a relatively 
new community theatre effort. We had been brought 
together through notices posted in the small town 
newspaper. The local high school English teacher... the 
one who directed all the senior class plays... had 
proclaimed herself founding director of the group and 
all were willing to accept that. 

We were a mixed group of would-be actors and 
technicians. Several were students or former students 
of the director. There were the usual compliment of 
"Little old ladies in tennis shoes", bored housewives 
who had been former cheerleaders and beauty queens, 
local people who had "artistic flair" (the closet 
gays), and some types that did not seem to fit in. 

I was surprised that there was some real acting talent 
in the group. There were two others who, like myself, 
had worked in some form of professional theatre, and 
some newly moved-in people who had been active in very 
good amateur groups. There was even a federal law 
enforcement agent who had worked as an advisor to a 
very popular Cops 'n' Robbers television series.

One girl caught my eye almost immediately. She had the 
look that I recognized as being a person on the same 
wavelength with me. I guessed immediately (and 
correctly) that she enjoyed the evening toke and 
surfing in the sheets. Before the first night of 
organizational meetings were over, we had gravitated to 
each other and made small talk. 

All the expressions and body language were there and it 
seemed pretty natural that we continue the night after 
the meeting with a stop by a fast food place. This led 
to a natural trip by my house, and a natural evening of 
getting high and making very active love. She was a 
local girl who had graduated from high school and taken 
off for Florida. She lived there for a couple of years, 
then decided to return home. The director had been her 
teacher in high school and had seen her back in town 
and invited her to work with the community theatre 
group.

A story could be written about that night itself, but 
that is not my intention. It is enough to say that Beck 
had a very healthy sexual appetite, was at a horny peak 
in her cycle, and was creative and open-minded about 
love-making. The night was a mutually-satisfying first 
encounter. She left early in the morning, and we knew 
we would see each other again at rehearsal that night.

We sat together in the back of the auditorium as the 
Director went through assignments and began acting 
auditions. Beck kept leaning over and saying things to 
me like, "God, I'm sore!" and "We need to get something 
like a doughnut to put over you so you won't drive in 
so DEEP!!"

I was naturally flattered by these compliments, but the 
truth is that my dick IS longer than what I have heard 
is average. It is nothing like the legendary horse 
cocks of the porno studs, and it is not huge in girth, 
but several girls have told me I was the first to bring 
them to an orgasm. I like to do that. The biggest turn 
on in the world to me is the sight of an aroused 
partner! 

Beck asked me if I was up for an encore that evening 
and we went directly to my house after rehearsal. The 
second night was as imaginative as the first, but we 
used some restraint and were not quite so violent in 
our mutual thrusting. Toward the end of the night she 
asked me if I knew the two Italian girls (sisters) in 
the group. 

I told her I had noticed them, but really never met 
them. The oldest was about 20, and a little 
overweight... not fat, but showing some tendencies 
toward being so disposed. Her kid sister was around 15. 
Well, Beck said, I have known the oldest one for years. 
You interested in a fuck? I told her you were good... 
and long... and she got wet just hearing about you. She 
has never had a BIG dick before... want me to set you 
up?

OK... I admit my ego soared. I have a philosophy that 
says not to EVER turn down pussy unless there is a real 
good reason (one of the VERY best fucks I had was from 
a girl who was... shall we say... homely? She became 
quite attractive as she showed me what enthusiasm can 
make up for). I told Beck that I would be glad to, but 
was (honestly) more interested in fucking her. Beck 
told me she would set things up, but for me not to say 
anything to her until it was settled. I agreed.

The next day was Friday and we had rehearsal that 
evening, too. I looked the black-haired girl over 
fairly thoroughly and decided she would be ok in bed, 
but did not look that promising. The girl noticed me 
looking at her and smiled back. She had some attractive 
features, big tits (not my favorite, particularly), 
pretty teeth, long, shiny black hair. I mused that the 
muff would be thick and curly, even if the cunt was a 
little plump.

Beck came to me toward the end of the evening. She 
smiled slyly. "I'm gonna give MY twat a little rest 
tonight, but it is all set up. Go straight home and 
don't play with it. I promised her an all-nighter. Hope 
you are up for it!" Actually, I wasn't. Beck had really 
put a strain on me the previous two nights. No sleep 
and LOTS of activity had tired me out. I could have 
gone all night with Beck, but it might take effort with 
the other girl. I smiled and said, "Sure." not wanting 
to hurt her feelings.

I went home and waited, expecting a car to drive up 
soon. When nobody showed in a half hour, I took a quick 
shower... keeping my eye on the window curtain for the 
approach of car headlights. There was none. I got out 
of the shower and toweled off, then wrapped the towel 
around me. I went into the bedroom and turned the TV 
on, wondering if I should dress in fresh clothes, or go 
to bed. There had been plenty of time for her to 
arrive. 

I thought I heard a noise, but looked out the window 
and there was no car. I went to the front door in order 
to see if the cat was in my garbage can. As I opened 
the door, a voice said, 'Let me in quick, before 
someone sees me!". She pushed in before I could realize 
it, and surprised me wearing just the towel.

The real surprise was a realization that this was not 
the girl I was expecting. It was the younger sister!

I am never at a loss for words, but this time I was 
nearly paralyzed! I could not even think of anything to 
say! The beautiful little face looked up at me and 
said, "Hi! I finally got here! I hid my bike around 
behind the house. I need to use your phone a minute 
before we get too involved."

I showed her the phone and tried to recover my 
thoughts. She dialed a number and spoke to someone for 
just a few seconds, then hung up and turned back to me. 
"My girlfriend's folks are out of town and she is 
having a slumber party. She is gonna cover for me. I 
gave her your number, OK?"

She walked over toward me and said, "I've been watching 
you all night and you acted like you didn't even notice 
me, you ARE a good actor. I've been having a real hard 
time keeping Debbie from seeing that I was so wet over 
you. She notices things like that so easily. I have 
never been able to get by with ANYTHING around her. 
Well, (she smiled with eager innocence) are you as 
ready as me? You don't really look like it!"

"DAMN!" I thought, "This is real! She is SO young! But, 
God!! She really wants to do this!!" A stiff dick can 
replace a conscience in a twinkling and my conscience 
started to fade fast as the fold of my towel opened 
uncontrollably. I remember thinking, "I'll worry about 
all of that later. Right now, I am going to enjoy this 
incredible young girl!"

I noticed she was smiling still, but not at my face. 
"Beck told me you were long and you sure are! Can I 
touch it?" Her last comment sounded more like a girl 
scout asking if she could hold someone's newborn baby. 
There was the same eager innocence and wonder.

"Sure," I said, and placed her hand on my dick. I 
pulled her close to me and the warmth of her body and 
press of her tits drove the last shreds of conscience 
from my mind. We hugged just a moment, then walked down 
the hall to my bedroom.

She pulled the towel away from me and I lay on my back 
on my bed.

It was clear that this was no ordinary (from my 
experience) young girl. She climbed on top of me, 
straddling my thighs... my dick rose between her legs 
as if it were hers. The feel of her heat and the rough 
denim were a superb combination. She stroked me with a 
confident and knowing touch. She reached down and 
pulled her sweater off over her head in one movement. 
Her bare breasts and olive skin jolted my senses. 

The angelic smile is burned vividly in my memory for 
life. The open eager attitude thrilled me more than 
anything of all. I touched her breasts and she showed 
great enjoyment seeing the pleasure it gave me. Her 
breasts were not overly big, but her nipples were. They 
were dark and the half-dollar sized aureole matched 
them in color. She unzipped her zipper and sat beside 
me just long enough to remove her jeans and white 
underpants then, kicking them off to the floor, resumed 
her position astride me.

She stroked my erect dick like a child playing for the 
first time with a toy they had always dreamed of 
having. Her small, soft, hands felt sinfully marvelous 
on my member. I could not get over the fact that this 
was actually happening. I devoured her body with my 
eyes and she was obviously proud of the effect she had 
on me. 

Her nipples rose to my touch and her hips bobbed 
softly, rubbing her clit against the bottom of my 
penis. I took the young, flat hips (just beginning to 
display the first hint of a womanly roundness to come) 
in my hands and pulled her from the sitting position to 
upright kneeling. The curly black mat of her pubic hair 
was as thick and dark as I had envisioned her sister's. 
Deep below, between the half-spread thighs, her dark-
skinned soft lips glinted in the overhead lights. A 
touch confirmed that she was most delightfully wet. My 
dick slid into her and she rode it in a gentle rhythmic 
pumping motion. 

Her pace slowing suddenly at times to slide further 
down than she had been before. Each new fraction of an 
inch of deeper insertion drew a sucking sound of air 
inhaled across her teeth, then more pumping, then lower 
and deeper. Her eyes were half-closed and it was 
apparent that her total concentration was on the 
feeling in her pussy. I softly rubbed the dark 
clitoris, more gently than I would have another woman 
(as if I feared she would go away from too much 
enthusiasm). Her hips trembled and she dipped deeper. 
Still the gentle ride continued until, finally, I felt 
the head of my dick nudge the knob of her cervix. 

I felt her dilate inside with a pleasant familiarity I 
had come to recognize as a symptom of certain orgasm. 
The two soft, rounded, organs jostled and bumped... 
sliding liquidly against and past each other. The 
marvelously flexible uterus accommodated the deepest 
probing our two bodies could manage as she slid to the 
furthest extreme of penetration.

The contact of the tender wet skin of her vaginal lips 
against my equally-sensitive scrotum triggered a 
sensory mechanism in her pleasure center and she 
pressed downward. It was a controlled movement, not a 
quick slam against me. Three more times with a 
deliberate and forceful slow motion she drove down. The 
sensation was the pleasantly memorable, and 
significantly unforgettable counterpart of the sound of 
a jail-door slamming. It jolted so electrically that 
every organ of my body recorded it into perpetual 
memory.

She paused there... deeply impaled... and I felt the 
tension in her entire body. Every muscle quivered as 
the orgasmic shudders were transmitted like shockwaves 
through a hammer-struck steel beam. I watched her 
reddened face intently as I felt the muscles relax in a 
slow, melting manner. I rubbed her thighs and buttocks 
slowly until her eyes again opened.

I learned early in my love-making life that the 
greatest of male pleasures were assured by granting 
those to the female. I held off my own orgasm, forcing 
it back from the explosive edge. I knew the potential 
force that was waiting, but had driven it into 
temporary dormancy. I pulled her on top of me, and with 
the first sweet shared kisses, rolled together so I was 
atop her.

Her vagina was entirely relaxed now and invited any 
amount of force or penetration I could give it. 
Instead, I chose to mimic her sensuous, slow-motion, 
downward drives which ended with deliberate and 
ultimate penetration. Her knees raised high and 
collapsed outward like a rag doll's limbs, leaving the 
most accessible love cup imaginable. Only a few of 
these exquisite drives were needed before the dormant 
orgasm raged. I plunged to the bottom one last time and 
held there reveling in the overcoming pleasure of 
repeated surges from my sensuous pump. Long after the 
last spurt of cum squeezed down my cock, the surges 
continued in runaway reflex motion.

We spent the next few hours exploring each other's 
bodies - searching for pleasure points and realms of 
fantasy. We talked about sexual desires and many of my 
earlier questions and uncertainties were answered. 
Dianna, for that was her name, was fifteen, but 
"almost" sixteen (more than a month away). She had an 
uncle on her mother's side who had lived with them two 
years previously. The uncle was in his mid-twenties and 
considered himself worldly. He had a personal scrapbook 
of Polaroid photos of his previous conquests. The 
mother knew nothing about these and would have been 
enraged to know that her younger brother had seduced 
her thirteen-year old daughter.

"It first happened as Uncle Steve and I took afternoon 
walks in the woods with the family dog. Steve swore me 
to secrecy in his room one day, and let me see his 
private photo album. I was more than a little shocked 
at first, but he kept telling me that this was what 
"real" grown-up women liked to do. The girls all looked 
as if they were enjoying themselves... and I wanted to 
be grown up too! Uncle Steve started by touching me on 
the walks. 

"Each day he went a little further until I graduated 
from a finger to his cock. He was actually very 
patient. He took things very slowly, showing me how I 
could enjoy being touched and how I could best touch 
him. He actually made me beg him for three days before 
he put his dick inside me for the first time. I was SO 
ready to be fucked! It felt so good that I decided I 
wanted to do nothing any more than that! 

"Steve could afford to be patient with me, because at 
night he would go out and fuck a high school senior... 
Beck! I wanted to be like Beck. She had all the boys 
after her. She was not all that pretty, but she knew 
what to do to make them hot. The high school boys 
talked about her because she dated someone as old as 
uncle Steve, but she didn't care. Steve doesn't have 
that big a dick, but he loves to fuck. He knows almost 
everything about fucking.

"One night my folks went out and Beck and Steve were my 
babysitters. Debbie was on a date and the three of us 
took turns making love to each other while the third 
one watched and asked us to do different things. God... 
the first time Beck licked my pussy I thought I would 
DIE!

"I wanted to try it with her so much, but she made me 
beg for it before I could try. I didn't understand then 
why she made me beg, because she seemed to enjoy it so 
much when she finally let me do it. I really thought 
she wasn't letting me because I was too young to do it 
right. I tried as hard as I could to do it right when 
she did finally let me, and uncle Steve was right there 
with me - whispering instructions and stroking my clit. 
I felt SO grown up when I made Beck cum on my first 
try! I almost cried.

"As soon as Beck graduated, she and uncle Steve ran 
away to Florida. They came back about twice a year for 
a visit, and we would always figure some way to get 
together. It was never for more than a few hours, but 
it was like heaven! I masturbated every chance I could 
and had to be happy with that, but I prayed for 
Christmas and summer to come so Beck and Steve would 
visit.

"I tried to get two guys my age to fuck me, but they 
really didn't know how. They would get hard-ons, but 
would cum trying to get it stuck in. If any older guys 
showed interest in me, Debbie would threaten to tell 
Mom if she saw me talk to them... worse than that, she 
said she would tell the Priest! 

"Steve dumped Beck a few weeks ago and she came home. 
Beck and I have made love to each other several times 
and it was great, but I told her I wanted a real cock, 
and she said she would fix me up with you. She said you 
were as good as Steve, but had MUCH better equipment. I 
didn't believe her, but I do now!"

*

The love-making we did that night was tender and 
sensuous. I could not help but treat her like a child, 
and held my passion in check far more than I had with 
Beck. Still, is was the most erotic night of my life.

At 4:30, before the sun started to lighten the day, we 
quietly placed her bike in the trunk of my car and I 
drove her to within a few blocks of her friend's house. 
We agreed that we would pretend not to notice each 
other at rehearsals, and she would wear her red blouse 
if she encountered any problems about being with me 
that night. On the way home I broke into a chilling 
sweat when the full impact of what I had done... and 
what trouble it could lead to... struck me.

Saturday afternoon rehearsal was fairly normal. Dianna 
showed up, thankfully, in blue. Beck smiled at me from 
a distance a few times, and walked past me backstage 
once, patting my cock and gurgling, "G-good boy!"

Beck and I saw each other almost every night that week 
and I had to tell her exactly what Dianna and I had 
done when we were together. The same story aroused her 
each time and brought her to sweet orgasm as we slow-
fucked like I told her Diana and I had done. When I 
asked her why she told me it was Debbie she was lining 
me up with, instead of Diana, she replied, "Would you 
have done it, knowing ahead of time you going to fuck a 
fifteen-year old?" I had to agree that I would have 
probably missed out on the night of my life if I had 
known.

The following Saturday the technical people had 
meetings in the morning and actors who were cast in the 
production had rehearsals in the afternoon. I declined 
the chance to act in the first production, wanting to 
have the ability to schedule my evening activities. I 
was home by noon on Saturday.

There was a knock on the door shortly before 1:00 pm. I 
answered it to find Diana, standing on my doorstep, 
wearing a Girl Scout uniform. She looked up at me with 
her innocent little girl face. She had on red lipstick 
and blue eye shadow. Both were applied far too heavily 
for her childlike features.

"Want to buy some cookies?" she asked with false 
naivety. She held a package of Oreos out to me as a 
prop. Her bicycle lay in the grass of my front yard. I 
was tempted to tell her that she looked ridiculous with 
all her makeup on, but was more interested in getting 
her inside - out of sight - as quickly as possible. I 
realized the heavy makeup was an attempt to emulate 
Beck's appearance. Beck had a way of putting on just a 
little too much makeup. It said, "I want to fuck, and I 
am very, VERY good!", but did not say, "I'm a whore!". 
I hurried her inside - terrified that someone had seen 
her.

Once inside, she spoke before I had a chance to say 
anything. "I put this outfit on because Beck said she 
thought it really turned you on to fuck a little girl! 
I tried to get into my Brownie uniform, but my tits are 
too big now.... I wanted to see you and Beck said you 
would probably be home now, so I came over as quick as 
I could. Do you like this?" She held her arms out and 
did a little pirouette to let me see all of her in the 
Girl Scout uniform. The truth was that I liked it far 
too much.

"You really shouldn't have come here, especially in the 
middle of the day like this... I've been doing a lot of 
thinking." My voice started to crack as I watched her 
unbutton the green dress. She saw that I was in agony 
and smiled at the affect she was having on me.

"Me too," she said, "thinking about your long dick and 
how deep it went inside me! Are you going to just stand 
there, or are you going to take your pants off?"

She opened her dress to show me her braless breasts. 
Her nipples were hard and swollen, like the oversized 
erasers school girls buy to put over the ends of 
pencils. She smiled at my obviously turned-on looks and 
started walking down the hallway toward the bedroom. 
She turned to me at the door and said, "Last one in the 
bed has to eat the other one out!" She was on the bed 
removing her pink bikini panties when I got to the 
door. I was soon undressed and paying the penalty for 
being last.

I thought I heard a car drive up, but dismissed it as a 
visitor to the neighbors' house, until I heard a knock 
on the door. I was not expecting visitors and was 
mentally cursing the terrible timing as I quickly 
pulled on my pants. My dick was to hard to put on my 
underpants, so I pulled it up straight against my belly 
and hoped the t-shirt hem would hide it. 

I remembered it was Saturday afternoon and anticipated 
I would be dealing with the Jehovah's Witnesses and my 
hard-on at the same time. It was an aggravation I could 
do without. I looked down at Dianna and ran a finger 
lovingly through her pussy, then kissed it, as if to 
say I would be back as soon as possible.

I went to the front door and opened it. Debbie, 
Dianna's sister, was standing there and was obviously 
not in the mood for a social visit.

"H-Hi!" I stammered, trying to appear glad to see her.

"Open this goddamned door before I scream," she 
replied. 

My heart sunk. I knew that she had caught me. There was 
no doubt that she knew Dianna was inside. Still, I 
tried to play out my losing hand with a weak bluff.

"Sure," I tried to say in a friendly manner, "Come in. 
Is anything wrong? You seem a little upset."

"Where is that little tramp of a sister of mine? I know 
she's here. That's her bike in your front yard."

"I don't know what you are talking about," I said as 
unconvincingly as anyone has ever told a weak lie.

She looked me straight in the eye with as much fury as 
any human can muster and said, "Look, you son of a 
bitch, that girl is a minor! You either quit trying to 
fuck with me or I'm calling the cops!"

My brain searched for a reply, but found none. The 
opening of my bedroom door was the answer Debbie 
received. Dianna stepped timorously out of the bedroom. 
"Hi, Deb..." she smiled weakly.

Debbie looked from one of us to the other. "Nice! This 
is really nice!" she said. "I saw you riding across 
town in that Girl Scout uniform. You haven't been to 
any Girl Scout things in almost two years! So, what do 
we have going on here? A little cradle robbing? How 
long you been screwing my little sister?"

"We weren't doing anything," Dianna pleaded 
unconvincingly, "he was just teaching me how to be an 
actress and this is my costume."

"Really?" Debbie asked sarcastically, "OK, then let's 
go look at the theatre!" She pulled Dianna forcefully 
down the hall and into the bedroom. 

I followed close behind. 

As soon as the door was shoved open I knew I was sunk. 
Dianna's sheer pink panties lay framed by the white 
sheets. "It sure looks like you HAVE been acting. 
Acting like a TRAMP! Mom is going to kill you for this 
Dianna and YOU," she turned menacingly to me. "You're 
probably going to jail for this!"

Debbie turned back to Dianna. The young girl's lips 
were quivering and large tears were just beginning to 
form in her eyes. "PLEASE don't tell Mom!" she pleaded 
softly. "I'll do anything, Debbie, just don't let her 
know."

Debbie seemed entirely unmoved by Dianna's emotion. She 
looked at her younger sister with contempt. I was torn 
with guilt, but absolutely powerless to do anything.

"Where did you get that lipstick?" the older girl 
asked. "That's mine, isn't it? Mom would NEVER let you 
wear that red lipstick!" 

The miserable child nodded her head in confession. 

"Where is it? What did you do with it?" Debbie 
demanded. 

Dianna reached into a pocket of the dress and produced 
the stolen makeup, turning it over to her older sister. 
"Please Deb..." she begged again. "W-what can I do to 
make you promise not to tell mom?"

Deborah looked at the beautiful little woman-child for 
long moments. Her look was filled with contempt and 
jealousy. The two girls looked very much alike, but the 
younger on the two had received the small refinements 
of features the older lacked. It was the difference 
between being pert and vivacious and dumpy and plain. 
It was very obvious that Debbie was all too aware of 
these differences. She slowly grasped the younger girl 
by the chin and lifted her face so they were looking 
eye to eye.

"Unbutton the dress."

Dianna's eyes showed real fear now. She looked at me 
for help, but I could offer none. "Really?" she asked 
unbelievingly.

"Unbutton the dress, NOW!"

Slowly Dianna unfastened the buttons, starting with the 
top and working her way down. Her head was bowed and 
her hands remained on the last button when her task was 
completed.

"Now, pull it open!" Debbie's voice was no longer 
angry, but it was very firm and controlled. I could 
sense that she was excited by being so much in control 
of the situation. Dianna spread the dress open a bit, 
showing only the valley between her young breasts.

"All the way, Dianna! I want you to open it wide. Let's 
see what you have there that is so fascinating. What 
does he like so much?" 

Dianna complied and soon her breasts bulged from the 
slightly tight dress. Her face was crimson. Her nipples 
started to rise and she tried to pull the dress shut. 
"NO!" commanded the big sister.

"Is that what you like?" she addressed the question to 
me. "You like those nipples hard and that lipstick and 
that little girl dress?" 

I nodded my head in consent, knowing that any other 
response would be futile.

"Here, then," she pronounced with a vengeful finality, 
"Here, maybe you'll like this more!" 

She opened the tube of bright red lipstick and twisted 
it to extend a long, scarlet, point. Pushing rather 
hard, she placed the lipstick against Dianna's aureole 
and drew circle after circle until the nipple and all 
surrounding were smeared with a thick coating of the 
creamy red makeup. 

As she rubbed Dianna's nipple, it bloomed into a 
swollen red rosebud and Dianna, head hung and eyes 
closed, shivered with a combination of shame and 
arousal. Debbie moved to the other breast and, a little 
more gently this time, repeated the humiliating 
process. She seemed to linger on the nipple more... 
flicking and teasing it with the `wet look' red 
cosmetic.

Debbie stepped back and surveyed her work. "OK," she 
spoke like a schoolteacher giving an unruly class 
instruction. "Now take the dress off."

Dianna complied unhesitatingly, knowing now that it was 
useless to do anything but what she was told. Her head 
was still lowered and tears rolled from her cheeks onto 
the rudely painted breasts. She sobbed softly as the 
dress fell to the floor and she stepped away from it, 
entirely unclothed. Debbie turned to me.

"Is that what you like? Is that what turns you on? Let 
me see how much it turns you on. Take off those pants."

I hesitated, trying to think of a solution to the 
problem.

"You can do it now, for me, or later, for the homos in 
jail, just take out your pick."

I realized that she was in dead earnest and the 
decision was automatic. I released my belt and unzipped 
my pants, letting them fall to the floor. I had not put 
on underwear before going to the door and I was now 
totally exposed. My erection was long gone. I felt both 
physically and psychologically impotent in the 
situation.

"Well Dianna, it doesn't look like your boyfriend is 
all that turned on by you after all! Don't tell me he 
does anything to you with THAT!??"

Debbie smiled at the power she had over us both. "Just 
what DOES he do, Dianna? You better tell me 
everything!"

Dianna spoke softly, "He touches me..."

"Just touches you? Where? Your tits?" 

Dianna nodded. 

"Your pussy? Your bottom?" 

Dianna nodded again after each question. 

"What else does he do? Does he kiss you?" 

Dianna nodded and Debbie went through the same list of 
places, receiving a nod for an answer to each. 

"What else?"

"He fucks me," Dianna whispered.

"Do you like him to fuck you?" her sister said looking 
me in the eye.

Dianna nodded again. 

"Does he fuck you in the ass?" 

Dianna shook her head no. 

We had talked about it, and she liked my finger in her, 
but she had never done that. She was afraid it would 
hurt too much. Steve had tried it with her in front of 
Beck once, but Beck made him stop when she obviously 
was in pain. Beck, Dianna told me, had Steve fuck her 
in the ass while Dianna watched with interest and 
fingered Beck's clit and pussy. 

Debbie continued, "Does he fuck you with his dick like 
that?" 

Dianna again shook her head no. 

"Well, Dianna, go pull his shirt off him and put him on 
the bed. I want you to make his dick get like it gets 
when he is fucking you."

Little Dianna, her breasts smeared with red in a clown-
like mockery, approached me and pulled my t-shirt off 
from over my head. Some of my earlier fear was leaving 
me. Debbie still was to be taken seriously, but I felt 
that she was growing aroused by what she was doing. If, 
I thought, she can really enjoy this, we won't have to 
worry about any legal or parental problems. I lay on my 
back on the bed and Dianna touched my cock half-
heartedly.

"Suck him, little sister," Debbie said with a hint of 
true desire, "I want to see how big you can get him."

Dianna placed my limp cock inside her small mouth. It 
felt exquisitely pleasant to feel all of it go inside 
her. Her mouth was hot against my tender skin. Her 
blushing face radiated extraordinary warmth onto my 
thighs. I started to harden. I was getting very turned 
on now. Dianna felt me grow inside her mouth and I felt 
her muscles untense a bit.

 Instinctively, her fingers played lightly on my balls. 
She started to hold me out of desire as much as because 
she was instructed to do so. I glanced at Debbie and 
was surprised to see her rubbing her pussy through the 
khaki pants she was wearing. 

My cock surged and was soon full length and upright. 
Dianna sucked even harder, now unable to get more than 
half into her mouth. The sucking continued for long 
moments and I caught movement out of the corner of my 
eye. Debbie was removing the Khaki slacks and soon 
stood beside the bed in a white blouse and panties. Her 
finger slid beneath the leg opening and she fingered 
her clit vigorously. My cock swelled purple in the 
excitement. The veins stood out grotesquely. 

Debbie finally spoke, "I think your boyfriend should 
fuck you, Dee-Dee." 

It was the first time Debbie used her affectionate name 
for her baby sister.

Dianna lay on the bed beside me, her legs spread. Her 
pussy lips glistened with slick wetness. I started to 
get on top of her, glad that Debbie was softening.

"Uh-uh," said Debbie, breathing shallowly. "I think you 
should give your boyfriend your anal virginity. If you 
are going to date older men, you need to grow up all 
the way. Roll over on your stomach!"

"Debbie, I can't!" Dianna moaned.

Debbie hardened again immediately. "Listen you little 
bitch," she ordered. "You are going to do exactly as I 
say. I'm tired of your whining! Stick that ass in the 
air and spread it open wide. Which would hurt worse, 
his dick in your ass or being thrown out of the family? 
Dad would kill you if he even thought you were kissing 
boys your own age, much less fucking men older than I 
date!"

Dianna slowly complied by turning over onto her 
stomach. She was obviously miserable. She pulled the 
pillow into a ball with her arms and buried her face in 
it. I saw tears again coming from her eyes just before 
the childish face was hidden. I knew hoe she feared 
this. We talked about it before, and she told me that 
she really did want to do it successfully, but he first 
attempt with Steve was far more painful than she 
expected it to be. She was sensitive to pain and it 
frightened her to think of it.

Her youthful derriere rose before me as she drew her 
knees beneath her. The tiny, tight, target was clearly 
exposed, as she did not yet have the woman's roundness 
of flesh that would hide it away. I could well imagine 
that two years earlier, when Steve tried it, she had 
the bottom of a little boy. 

I was glad she had the features now, however slight, of 
a young woman. I wanted to do this so much that I was 
ashamed of myself. I wished that I were not so aroused 
by the prospect, so my cock would not be as enlarged, 
but the fact was that I was more than exceptionally 
turned on, and my cock was a formidable tool. 

I compared the size of my swollen cock-head and her 
tiny orifice and saw no way the two could fit. I 
resolved that the best thing I could do... the first 
thing of worth in this entire episode... was to make 
Dianna so aroused that it would cause the minimum pain 
possible.

"Can I go get something to lubricate her with?", I 
asked Debbie, "I have some Vaseline in the bathroo..."

"NO!" she shouted, cutting me of in mid sentence, "She 
needs to remember this for a lifetime! I don't care if 
you cut the little bitch in half! In fact, I would love 
to see her hurt BAD! She doesn't know what pain is, and 
it is time she finds out! She didn't care how much I 
hurt when boys would come to see me, then try to flirt 
with her instead... she didn't care how it hurt me for 
Uncle Steve to quit fucking me because he 'had to be 
faithful to Beck', and then find this little slut's 
pictures - lots of pictures - hidden in his little 
album when I went to try to take back some he took of 
me!"

I felt Dianna shudder violently and knew that this was 
a new revelation.

"Where was her concern for how much I hurt when I had 
to go to confession and tell father all the things I 
had done, knowing that she was just as guilty, but 
never confessed to any of it! I could care less if it 
hurts her! I had to do my penance and she is about to 
do hers."

Dianna's muscles had tensed so much from the tirade 
that I doubted a needle could be driven up her ass with 
a hammer.

"Look Deb, she's scared. I'm going to fuck her ass real 
hard for you, would you like that? I'm going to drive 
into her all the way... and you can watch. You'll get 
to see everything. But I have to be able to get inside 
her and I am so excited about doing this for you that 
my cock is REALLY swollen BIG... you can see that, 
can't you? Let me have just a little something to get 
started with?" 

It was apparent to even Debbie that I was telling the 
truth, she saw my fully engorged erection bobbing with 
my every move. "OK," she relented, "Dianna, you keep 
that butt high, and don't move an inch!" 

I rose to go get the lubricant from the bathroom. "Did 
I tell you to go anywhere? Come here." Debbie pointed 
to a place on the floor directly ahead of her. "Give me 
your prick!"

Debbie took me roughly in her left hand and began to 
smear my dick with the soft, oily, red lipstick. She 
pressed hard enough that thick ridges of the stuff 
edged the streaks that went up and down the length of 
my rod. She finished the job by running it round and 
round the end of it, making me feel so hot I wanted to 
shoot right then onto her fleshy stomach, but dared 
not.

"Here," she said, handing me what little remained of 
the almost-new tube of cosmetic. "Put the rest of this 
on her."

I climbed back onto the bed and took my position behind 
Dianna's sweet little bottom. I had noticed that she 
watched Debbie coat my dick with the scarlet stick. 
Fortunately, it seemed to excite her. Her arousal was 
now more apparent as I gently coated her anus with as 
thick a layer of lipstick as I could. Debbie, too, was 
enjoying this sensuous pre-sodomic ritual and 
unabashedly lowered her underpants and resumed 
fingering herself enthusiastically. I reached around 
beneath Dianna and began massaging her womanly clit. 

I was much relieved to find it as swollen as I had ever 
made it before. She was wet, too, wonderfully wet and I 
used her natural oils to slide more smoothly across the 
thickened clit. I finished coating her little hole and 
saw, to my satisfaction, that it was making little 
attempts to open. I slowly inserted the remaining nub 
of lipstick inside, and felt her relax much more, she 
was no longer frightened.

"Debbie," I said, noticing her fingers quickening. 
"Come closer, so you can see it all happen." Debbie 
eased to the edge of the bed. 

I reaching out toward her pussy, and she removed her 
hand so I could touch it. She quivered as I touched her 
clit, then continued minute spasms of pleasure as I 
cupped my fingers and ran them through her well-dewed 
lips. 

I transferred her copious fluids to the end of my dick, 
then repeated the act, placing the newest batch of 
cunt-honey on Dianna's twitching ass. I placed my cock 
carefully in position and Dianna started humping 
spasmodically. I wanted her to be still, so I could be 
sure to center exactly on the gasping little hole, so I 
held her stomach in one hand and her left cheek in the 
other as I slowly began to apply pressure.

I pushed harder and harder with no penetration, feeling 
Dianna's stomach muscles tense into a broad line of 
sinew beneath her skin. Her breath was shallow and 
panting like a woman in labor. My hand slid down the 
sweet stomach to her clit and I squeezed it... pinching 
it to send pleasuring pain... trying to give her 
another point of focus to take her mind away from the 
forced expansion of her tiny membrane. 

She cried a long animal-like cry of a woman-beast in 
delicious agony as my cock slid inside her. I looked 
down and saw my crimson coated cock slide into her. My 
fingers flew in fast frenzies along her clit, trying to 
continue giving her a greater pleasure point than place 
of pain. I felt her relax... more than I dreamed she 
could and heard Debbie's breathless voice urging, "Pump 
her! Pump her!"

Slowly I inserted... withdrew... then inserted again. 
Going deeper with each stroke. Dianna moaned in small, 
child-like whimpers of pain, but her slowly undulating 
buttocks urged me deeper. I fell across her back as I 
neared complete penetration - one hand still madly 
milking her clit, the other rolling her nipples 
alternatively between my fingers. I kissed the back of 
her neck with wet, sucking sounds and heard her moan a 
sound of pain but conflicting words. "Fuck me harder!" 
she begged in mixed misery and ecstasy.

A strange sensation overcame me as I felt slippery wet 
fingers slide with shivering sensations along my own 
buttocks. I turned my head to see Debbie literally 
shoveling her pussy for juices to smear on my rectum. 
Her fingers trembled as she probed a second, the an 
electrifying jolt shot through me as she plunged her 
middle finger inside me. 

Instantly she began pumping me with the same frantic 
movement she gave her swollen hole moments before. 
Involuntarily I drove hard to the hilt into Dianna as 
my balls exploded, blowing spewing sperm jets deep 
within her. She made a sound like a scream cut short at 
birth and her totally-tensed body contorted, then 
convulsed in a series of spasms as it melted into the 
bed.

I lay on her back, tightly locked deep inside her. 
Slight shivers of her inner muscles delighted my dick 
as I kissed her neck softly and soothed her with 
"shhhhhh..." sounds.

Vaguely I was aware that the finger was being slowly 
pulled from my own body and used in small, soothing 
strokes across the sensitive opening. The stiffness 
melted gently from my cock, but still I stayed pressed 
inside her. No one spoke for long minutes and the 
gentle touch of Debbie's hand continued as I soothed 
her baby sister.

Debbie finally broke the silence. "I think it's time 
for you to pull out of there and let's take a look at a 
totally grown-up little butt." 

I rolled slowly off Dianna, leaving her exposed to 
Debbie's gaze. Dianna's hand reached out and squeezed 
my leg as the half-flaccid penis slid from her tight 
tube. Debbie's hand reached out and tenderly, almost 
lovingly, inserted the same finger I felt into her 
sister.

"Ooooh, that's such a grown up little girl now," she 
cooed, gently stroking in and out. Dianna's eyes were 
closed and she rubbed my leg in time with Debbie's soft 
movements.

I looked at the hand on Dianna's small buttocks. She 
was like a baby being stroked to sleep by a loving 
mother. Scarlet streaks of lipstick stained my white 
sheets. Dianna's thighs and bottom were heavily 
smudged.

"Tired baby?" Debbie cooed. "You want to go home now 
and go to bed?" Dianna nodded drowsily. "You are all 
grown up now, Dee-Dee, every bit of you now..." 

Debbie sat beside Dianna on the bed and pulled her up 
close. She traced her glistening red finger across 
Dianna's mouth, outlining the childish lips. "You feel 
all grown up now, Dee-Dee? It's ok now if you want to 
wear my lipstick; do you want to wear this red 
lipstick?"

Dianna nodded her head sleepily against Debbie's 
breast. There was a look of comfort on her face that 
made me wonder if her head had not been there many 
times before. "Your boyfriend over there has all the 
red lipstick on him; why don't you go take some back? 
Do you think you could do that?" 

Dianna nodded consent like a sleepy child following her 
mother's instructions to kiss Grandpa goodnight. She 
snuggled into my crotch and put me into her mouth, 
nursing on me, more than sucking me. She rolled her 
lips as her head bobbed softly. In spite of the 
incredibly sensuous feeling she imparted, it would have 
been impossible for me to get hard again. I was 
entirely spent.

"That's GOOD, Dee-Dee," Debbie urged her, "Are you 
ready to go home now?" 

Dianna nodded her head, my limp cock still stringing 
from her mouth. 

"OK then be a good girl and get dressed."

Dianna looked at her and spoke for the first time in a 
while, "You aren't gonna tell mom?" 

Debbie stroked her hair and gently lectured, "Not if 
you are good, and do what you're told from now on. 
Think you will be good?" 

Dianna looked at her older sister and nodded 
vigorously. 

Debbie rescued the pink panties from the bed. "I'm 
going to keep these, and you have to ride your bike 
home without them. Understand?" (another obedient nod) 
"When you get home, go wash the lipstick off your mouth 
before mom sees, but you have to leave it on everywhere 
else until I think you will remember your lesson, 
understand?" (another nod) "OK, get dressed now."

Dianna dutifully put her green dress back on, covering 
the red-smudged beautiful little body.

"If your boyfriend promises to mind me and behave 
himself from now on, I will even let you come over and 
date him. But I will have to come along as a chaperone 
to make sure you doing everything right. Understand? 
But from now on, if you DON'T do things the right way, 
you'll both have to be punished, agree?" she looked at 
both of us for concurrence and received it. 

"And if you STILL can't do it right," she said, 
suddenly grasping my cock and looking me in the eyes, 
"I'll just have to SHOW you how I want it done."

END

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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is
meant as an erotic fantasy not real life. Anyone acting
out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to
many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a 
fellow convict in their local prison.
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