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Sisters! Can't Live with 'Em! Can't Fuck 'Em!
by Heindrik (1996)

***

A teenage boy comes of age... with a little help from 
his sisters. (mfgg, youths, inc, 1st, mast, oral, orgy)

***

PART I

I stared through the large old fashioned keyhole into my 
older sister's bedroom as she got dressed for school. 
She wasn't doing it slowly or even very sensuously, just 
very matter-of-factly like she did most days that I 
watched her, but I still found it incredibly exciting. 
Just the sight of her golden tanned legs, flat stomach, 
round ass, large breasts and glimpse of her pink, 
pouting pussy lips were enough to drive me into a frenzy 
and turn my dick into a tent pole. 

On certain glorious occasions, she would have to bend 
over to pick something up when still nude and then I 
would catch a glance of her ass in all its glory and 
once I even saw her puckered little anus and was 
overwhelmed with the desire to push my tongue up it 
until my face was buried between her cheeks. When she 
pulled the last of her clothes on, I quickly stood up 
and walked back into my room. 

I was surprised this time when I returned to my room, 
because Susan one, of my younger sisters was in my room 
watching my television. "Hey, squirt! What are you doing 
in my room? And who said you could watch my TV?" I 
yelled. 

Susan turned to look at me. I couldn't help but notice 
the way her eyes stared at my erection which was still 
evident through my jeans. "Mom said I could, cause she's 
watching news downstairs and I wanted to watch 
cartoons," she explained. 

I had sat down on the bed next to her and kind of leaned 
forward to hide my erection. It was hard being the only 
boy with three sisters and a mom, with no other brothers 
or father around the house. My parents were divorced and 
Mom never brought the men she dated around to the house. 
And she wouldn't let my older sister bring any 
boyfriends around either. So 99% of the time I was the 
only guy in the house. 

My older sister was Rachel, she was sixteen and miss 
popular in school. A cheerleader and a straight A 
student, Mom was so proud of her. I got so sick of 
hearing, why can't you do as good in school as Rachel 
and Why don't you have nice friends like Rachel's? Of 
course my resentment to her didn't stop me from drooling 
over her body every morning. 

Susan was 14, but despite already developing a body 
similar to Susan's she still acted like a kid. Always 
watching cartoons and sucking on lollipops. She was my 
favorite sister and the one I got along the best with, 
despite always barging into my room without being asked. 

Christa was the youngest, she was the baby and got away 
with murder. Eleven years old and spoiled rotten. Mom 
doted on her and Christa used her to get what she 
wanted. And she never gave up the chance to get me into 
trouble. She was already tall. As tall as Susan, but had 
only just begun to develop breasts. 

And then there was me. A 15 year old boy of average 
height and build, not too bad looking, but no Brad Pitt, 
surrounded by girls at home, but unable to meet a single 
girl outside of the house who seemed even willing to 
talk to me. 

So there I sat with my 14 year old sister watching 
cartoons on my bed, with an erection that showed no 
signs of abating, when I happened to look over and 
notice that the skirt Susan was wearing and worked its 
way up her legs with all her squirming and now revealed 
the bottoms of her pink panties. My eyes traveled up and 
down her legs, admiring them, but always they were drawn 
back to her panties and the outline of her ass beneath 
the thin summer dress she wore. Susan was totally 
oblivious to my gaze as she intently watched her 
cartoons. 

I laid back onto the bed so that I lay next to her, only 
I lay on my side facing her, with my head next to her 
feet while she lay on her stomach with her face cupped 
in her hands. From my new angle I could look straight up 
her legs and under her skirt. I had an incredible view 
of her young shapely ass. Staring at the flesh on her 
legs, so smooth and tan from all the time she spent 
playing outdoors, I felt compelled to touch them. 
Tentatively reaching out my hand, I stroked her pink 
foot, from the toes to the heel. She flinched and kicked 
her foot up. 

"Don't tickle me Tom, you know I hate that," she said 
not turning from the television. 

I did it again. 

This time she didn't say anything, just sighed and 
kicked her legs further away. 

This time I ran my hand up her leg from her foot to just 
behind her knee and tickled her there. 

She squealed and rolled over laughing. "Don't Tom," she 
said with mock fear. 

I did it again, and squealed again, rolling over again. 
I moved towards her until our bodies pressed tightly 
against each other and I began tickling her sides. She 
laughed and squealed, kicking her legs and trying to 
push me away. 

"Oh no you don't," I said. "I'm going to get you for 
watching my television." 

I spun around and threw my leg over her so I straddled 
her and began to really tickle her like I used to do 
when we were both really young. She laughed and squirmed 
her delicious young body between my legs. Her stomach 
rubbed directly against my now erect more than ever dick 
and my hands ran all over her body, across her stomach, 
down her sides, brushing over her breasts, into her 
armpits, her neck, and her legs. 

She laughed so loud and long, tears began pouring out of 
her eyes, finally when she could barely breathe from 
laughing, I rolled off of her. Her skirt had completely 
become hiked up around her waist and I could see her 
panty covered pussy almost perfectly. The outline of her 
hair and lips protruded through the fabric. 

But while I was watching her golden thighs and panties, 
Susan launched her counter attack and jumped on top of 
me, and started tickling me. I could have thrown her off 
with ease, but I was enjoying it immensely. Her lithe 
little body bounced all over me, rubbing and gyrating 
right on top of my dick. Her boobs were bouncing all 
over her chest the erect nipples showing through the 
fabric and proving that she wasn't wearing a bra. With 
the sight of my sisters already that morning and the 
feel of Susan all over me, I shouldn't have been 
surprised by what happened next, but I was. 

Suddenly in mid-tickle, my dick lurched, my balls surged 
and I was cumming like a freight train in my pants. I 
stopped laughing and grunted, my hips bucked 
involuntarily and drove my dick against my sisters 
pelvis. Susan yelped as she felt my hardness press 
against her and stopped all her tickling. 

Although it felt like hours, it took only seconds before 
I stopped cumming. Susan slid off me and I just lay 
there with my eyes closed, too embarrassed to open them. 

Susan didn't say anything and finally I opened my eyes. 
She was staring at a growing wet spot on my crotch 
through my flimsy shorts. Her eyes were big and round. 
When she realized I was looking at her, her face grew 
pink and she looked away. She hopped off the bed and 
straightened her dress. 

"I think I'll go downstairs and play now," she said and 
quickly fled the room. After lying there for a few 
seconds, I stood up grabbed a fresh pair of underwear 
and jeans and walked into my bathroom. 

I stripped off my shorts and underwear. My penis 
although now flaccid, still seemed to be pulsing and 
hung down at least five inches. Cum slowly dripped from 
its tip. I washed up in the sink and bent over to pick 
up the fresh pair of underwear when the bathroom door 
opened and my youngest sister Christa walked in. 

"Mom says to come down to break..." she started to say, 
but stopped when she saw me half-naked. 

She took a long look at my dick and I swear she smiled 
with a glint in her eye, before she ran screaming from 
the room. "MOM! MOM! Tommy showed me his thing!" 

Hurriedly throwing my clothes on I ran after. I almost 
killed myself running down the stairs, but Christa was 
way ahead of me. I found her in the kitchen with our 
mom. 

"...and then he made me look at his thing!" she was 
saying. 

"Thomas! What on Earth have you done to this child!" my 
mother demanded. 

"Nothing mom, she walked into my bathroom without 
knocking," I told her. 

Mom eyed me suspiciously, but turned to Christa. "Is 
that true?" 

"Well maybe, but I still saw his thing. It was huge!" 
Christa said. My face grew red with embarrassment as I 
realized Rachel and Susan were hearing all this too. 

"Now that's enough about what your brother's thing looks 
like." Mom said. "Let's eat breakfast." 

At the breakfast table I had a hard time meeting 
anyone's eyes, especially Susan's. At least I knew 
Rachel would sympathize with me about Christa. She 
tattled on her more than she did me. 

Finally it was time for us all to leave for school. As 
my sisters walked out in front of me I watched each of 
them with a different emotion. Rachel I watched with 
desire, Christa with loathing, and Susan with lingering 
curiosity. 

It was still only spring, but summer was just around the 
corner. It promised to be a hot one. 


PART II

I barged into the bedroom by mistake thinking it was the 
bathroom and was stunned into silence and instantly had 
a raging hard-on; by the sight of a naked girl around my 
age of 15 and the guy who's dick she was sucking who 
looked like he was at least 20. The girl was gorgeous. 
Her long red hair was swept to one side just like in the 
porno's so I could really see her going to town on his 
dick. 

Her cheeks were sucking in and out like bellows, her 
lips stretched tautly around his massive head, sliding 
up and down his shaft like a piston. He was on his back 
spread-eagled while she knelt on her hands and knees 
between his legs. 

Her large tits were swinging beneath as she moved, the 
nipples fully erect as they grazed over the sheets. But 
it was her ass that drew my attention. Those large round 
globes bobbing back and forth, clenching and unclenching 
as she moved. I had to fight the urge to stick my hands 
out and touch them or better yet, kiss them, and run my 
tongue up and down her crack. 

Rudely, I was drawn from my reverie when the guy with 
his dick in the girl's mouth, leaned up on his elbows 
and yelled, "Hey dude! Showtime's over so get the fuck 
outta here!" 

"I-I'm sorry," I muttered. "I was just looking for the 
bathroom." 

It was the girl who answered. Without even taking her 
mouth off of his dick, she pointed with a hand towards 
the door and said with her mouth full, "Oohhhwwweerrr 
tttthhhheerrrr." 

I left quickly, closing the door behind me and stood in 
the hallway for a second catching my breath. 

The hallway was crowded with people, either standing, 
leaning or sitting in groups and in couples talking, 
smoking, and drinking. As I leaned against the door, I 
could feel it vibrate from the bass of the stereo 
downstairs. It looked like a scene from Animal House or 
Risky Business or Sixteen Candles. 

It was the first real party that I'd ever been too and I 
was both happy to discover that all the wild rumors were 
true and that everything my mother had warned me might 
happen did seem to be happening, but I was also 
disappointed because it all seemed to be happening 
without me. 

I didn't even have to use the bathroom, I had just felt 
so out of place that I needed a destination and the 
bathroom seemed as good as any. Still, looking around at 
some the scuzzy looking guys talking to some of the 
girls around me, I thought 'The hell with it! If they 
can get a girl to talk to them, so can I.' 

I wasn't in fact all that bad looking. As I've said 
before, I'm no Brad Pitt, but I ain't half bad. Of 
average height and build, my dark brown hair and emerald 
green eyes set off my deeply tanned face to some 
advantage, at least I thought so. 

Cheered, I stumbled down the stairs grabbed a beer and 
started to talk to a girl standing by me. She was there 
with some friends, a couple of which I knew from school, 
and she introduced them all to me. To my disappointment 
I discovered that she had a boyfriend, but in a second 
that didn't matter, because I noticed a girl across the 
room. Her back was to me, but her hair was shoulder 
length and blonde, her waist was thin and tapered, but 
her ass was large and round. 'This babies' got back!', I 
thought. 

I stared at her, occasionally catching a glimpse of her 
in profile, but the room was dark and smoky so I 
couldn't see her face that well, but I began to get the 
nagging feeling that I knew her. I also noticed that she 
was drinking quite a lot and didn't seem to be getting 
along with the guy she was talking to. He was one of the 
older 'college guys' that always show up at these kind 
of parties hoping to impress the high school girls and 
get laid. When this one walked off in a huff, I gathered 
that he had been turned down. 

I sensed my chance, and excused myself from the group I 
was with, to go talk to her. Only when I arrived, she 
had wandered off. But then I caught a glimpse of blonde 
hair from down the hall. I pushed my way through the 
crowd in time to see her go through a door. I also 
couldn't help but notice she was wobbling and weaving as 
she walked. 

When I reached the door I hesitated. After the incident 
upstairs I didn't want a repeat. I knocked. 

No answer. 

I knocked again. 

Still no answer. 

"Aw fuck it," I said, and opened the door. 

Two things struck me as I entered the room. First, I had 
found the bathroom at last and two, the girl with her 
skirt hiked up, panties around her ankles, passed out on 
the toilet, was my oldest sister Rachel! 

"Shit," I said, "No wonder you looked familiar." 

My face blushed with embarrassment and I turned to 
leave, when my conscience nagged at me to stop and make 
sure she was okay. Trying to keep my eyes from her 
thighs, I shook her by the shoulder. 

"Hey Rache, You okay?" 

Her only response was to slump against me. Her head 
resting just above my crotch. I could feel my dick 
twitch. Valiantly, I ignored it and shook her again. She 
moaned a little but other than that, nothing. 

Knowing that if I let go she'd fall, I gathered her in 
my arms and eased her down to the floor, so her 
shoulders rested against the tub and her head lay back 
along its edge. Fortunately it was a large bathroom and 
had plenty of floor space. 

Then I stood up and pondered the situation. Here was my 
older sister Rachel, drunk into oblivion, passed out at 
my feet with her panties down around her ankles. I 
couldn't believe my luck. 

Now let me explain something to those of you who don't 
know. Hardly a day goes by when I don't take advantage 
of the old fashioned keyholes in our house to sneak 
peeks at Rachel dressing. I'd seen her naked many many 
times and almost always afterwards, I would masturbate 
while fantasizing about her. Also, on one other 
occasion, I had ejaculated into my pants while during a 
tickling match with my 14 year old sister Susan. Susan 
had avoided me since that day, but lately I'd begun to 
include her in my fantasies as well. 

Quite deliberately, I turned and locked the bathroom 
door. 

Then kneeling by my sister, I slipped her panties off 
from around her ankles. They were pink, with white 
flowers and looked very virginal. I pressed them to my 
face and inhaled her musky scent. Already, my dick was 
bursting at my zipper. 

Watching her face closely, I ran my hand up her thigh. 
Her skin was so smooth and perfect that I my hand 
trembled as I moved it. Her face was still and her eyes 
stayed closed. 

Emboldened, I let my hand go up further until it was 
beneath her skirt. I felt soft warm flesh. And then I 
felt fine hair. And then I felt skin again, soft, moist 
skin. I had little actual experience with girls, but I 
had seen enough pornos to know that she was wet and what 
it meant. Her pussy lips were parted and slick and I ran 
a finger down her slit. I ran it back and forth up and 
down, until she grew even more slick and was almost 
dripping. On impulse I let my finger run down and touch 
the opening of her ass, it was tight but not clenched. 

All the time I had done this, she hadn't moved, hadn't 
even twitched. I got braver. 

For the past couple of years I had wondered if Rachel 
was a virgin or not. Again, while I wasn't Mr. 
Experience, I knew how to tell. 

I inserted my index finger into her pussy. So slick was 
her pussy that it seemed to suck it right in. It felt 
incredible. So warm, soft, and moist. It slid in all the 
way to my 3rd knuckle. I smiled. No virgin here. 

I began sliding my finger in and out to see if it would 
get a reaction. I tried doing it like I saw in the 
porno's, fast and hard, but apart from a small grimace, 
she didn't react at all. 

By now my dick was bursting and I knew I didn't have 
long before I wouldn't be able to help myself. And I 
didn't know how long it would be before someone needed 
to use the bathroom. 

I stripped off my pants and underwear. My dick snapping 
up to attention as it was freed. I stood there, naked 
from the waist down before a girl for the first time. 
Okay so she was unconscious, but still...

Remembering what I'd seen upstairs, I wondered if I 
could put my dick into her mouth without waking her. 
Carefully, I stood over her, one leg on either side and 
crouched down so my dick was inches from her mouth. But 
the angle was all wrong and so after carefully pushing 
my dick down so that her lips just touched the head and 
I could feel the breath from her nostrils on it, I stood 
back up and pondered. I didn't want my first time of 
actual intercourse to be with a girl who was passed out, 
so that was out. 

I stood there frustrated ready to pop, only not sure how 
to go about it. It was while I stood there that I 
noticed her breasts. I had an idea. I carefully 
unbuttoned her shirt and pulled it open. Her breasts 
jutted out majestically. Not as large as I had once 
thought, now that I had seen a few other girls in movies 
and magazines, but still, no slouches for a sixteen year 
old girl. 

Luckily for me her bra had clasps in the front so that 
was no problem, soon her breasts hung free. I gasped 
when I saw them. Even though I'd seen them through the 
keyhole, that was nothing compared to this. Her nipples 
so pink and perky, her breasts so firm that they barely 
moved at all when her bra had been removed. 

My dick twitched again and this time I felt it all the 
way to my balls. My dick had seen its target and was 
locked on and ready to fire. with one stroke of my hand 
I was ejaculating, shooting my hot cum in long streams 
over her tits, strands of it clung to her nipples, 
others dripped down the valley between her breasts, and 
then one final surge sent a glob onto her chin. My knees 
buckled and I collapsed onto my sisters lap, my knees 
holding me up so I wouldn't hurt her. Still she didn't 
move. 

I gasped. It had been the most powerful orgasm I'd ever 
had, I could still see stars and my heart was thumping 
wildly. I stared at the mess I had made of her chest. It 
glistened with my moistness. Reaching up I put my finger 
in the glob on her chin, and on impulse I pushed up and 
into her mouth. 

Murmuring like a baby, she sucked and swallowed it all. 
The rest I twirled around with my fingers on her chest, 
tracing circles around her nipples, coating her with my 
cum. Then, wiping my hands on her skirt, I leaned back 
and wondered what to do with her. 

It occurred to me that I couldn't just leave her there 
for someone else to find. There were probably many guys 
there at the party who would have zero objections to 
their first or their thirty-first time with a girl being 
with one who was passed out cold. Plus in a curious way, 
I was starting to feel like she belonged to me and I 
always take care of my possessions. 

Cleaning myself up in the sink, I redressed. Her panties 
I wadded up and put into my pocket. Then, after 
carefully checking myself to see that there was no 
evidence, I again knelt by my sister and shook her with 
brotherly concern. 

"Rachel, Rachel, wake up!" I said loudly. "Rache, what's 
wrong? Who did this to you?" 

Finally, she responded, groggy and dazed. It took me a 
few minutes to even get her to wake up and even when she 
did, she didn't grasp the situation. 

"Hi Tom," she mumbled, "What'er you doing here?" 

"C'mon Rache, get up. Cover yourself up, for christs-
sake!" I shouted. 

Finally she grasped that her breasts were on display and 
her innate modesty drove her to buttoning her shirt up 
halfway and with the right buttons in the wrong holes. 

"I've got to get you home," I said and then shook her 
hard until her eyes semi-focused on mine. "Rache, I have 
to ask, Were you raped?" 

"N-no," she said. "I don't think so." 

"C'mon, let's get you home." 

I stood her up and she clung to me, I half dragged, half 
carried her out of the bathroom and down the hall. A lot 
of the guys making lewd comments as I passed and some of 
the girls appeared concerned. By the door I noticed 
Lori, Rachel's best friend. She appeared sober and was 
only sipping from a can of diet coke. 

She hurried over when I called to her. 

"Is she alright?" She asked me. 

"Yeah, just passed out drunk," I said. 

"I's not drunk," Rachel slurred. 

"I'm going to drive her home," I said. "Can you take her 
car and bring it over to the house tomorrow?" 

"Sure, I've already got the keys," she said holding up 
the coke can. "I was going to drive us home. You sure 
you don't want me to take her to my place? My folks will 
be asleep." 

"No thanks. She's my sister, I'll take care of her." 

Lori, who had always thought of me as a nuisance until 
now, looked at me with a new respect. "You're alright, 
Tom. I wish I had a brother like you." 

"Thanks," I said. "I gotta go. I'll tell my mom that you 
needed to borrow the car. They won't mind, she likes 
you." 

Lori held the door while I carried Rachel out. 

I propped Rachel up in the passenger seat but once I sat 
behind the wheel, she slid over and her head fell into 
my lap. I didn't move her until I was home. 

Luckily, all the lights were out when I got home. But I 
still knew that I couldn't pull this off without 
Rachel's help. I climbed out of the car and went around 
to her side of the car. I had to slap her face a couple 
of times to get her to come to, but finally, I began to 
see some kind of coherence in her eyes. 

"What is it? What's going on?" She asked. 

"We're home," I said. "You've got to be quiet or mom 
will hear us. Can you do that?" 

She nodded. With me only having to help a little, we 
walked around the house to the back door. Quietly we 
snuck through the kitchen and up the back stairs, I was 
just opening Rachel's door when I heard a voice behind 
me. 

"Where have you been? Do you know what time it is?" 

We both whirled around. It was our sister Christa, 
eleven years old and the biggest tattle tale since Cindy 
Brady. She was tall for her age with just the beginnings 
of breasts and hips which her short little nightie 
emphasized. 

Rachel moaned, "Oh no, Mom will kill us!" 

I patted her shoulder reassuringly, "Don't worry, you 
get into bed, I'll handle this. Can you make it?" 

Rachel nodded, but as I turned to go she said, "Hey 
Mike, thanks for getting me home." 

"It was nothing, just go to bed and don't worry." 

Christa was tapping her foot. "Well, where have you 
been?" she asked in a whisper. She didn't want to wake 
mom too soon, she wanted me to dangle for a while. 

"Let's go into your room and I'll tell you," I said. "We 
don't need to wake anybody up." 

She eyed me suspiciously. "Tell me here." 

Mom's door was just a few feet away. 

"Look Christa, I'll explain everything and if you still 
want to wake Mom up, I'll help you okay?" I put on my 
friends-list big brother stare. 

"Okay," she said. 

We stepped into her room. A nightmare of pink, lace, 
teddybears, and frills. I acted quickly. I wasn't about 
to let this 11 year old extortionist spoil the plans I 
had just set into motion. I grabbed her around the 
waist, covering her mouth with my other hand. She kicked 
and struggled, squirming this way and that, but I was 
too strong for her. 

I didn't mind the slight noise she was making. I had 
chosen her room on purpose. It was the room furthest 
from my mothers. Christa's at the back while mom's was 
at the front. 

"Stop squirming!" I hissed in her ear. 

Looking at me from the corners of her eyes with a look 
that could kill, she stopped struggling. 

"Okay," I said. "This is how it's going to be. You ever 
tell mom, that you saw Rachel and me coming home late 
tonight and I will beat your little ass until it's black 
and blue! Do you understand me!?!" 

Her eyes flared when I said that and I felt something 
sharp sink into my left hand. The little shit had bit 
me. But I didn't let go, instead I brought my right hand 
back and with all my strength, smacked her on her ass. 
Her frilly panties cushioned her a little, but not much. 
I saw her eyes go even wider and she stopped biting. 

"Now we understand each other!" I said. 

My hand was hurting like hell where she had bit me, but 
I didn't dare move it, in case she started yelling. A 
sudden thought hit me, and I pulled Rachel's panties 
from out of my pocket. With a deft movement, I moved my 
hand and when Christa opened wide to scream, I stuffed 
Rachel's panties into her mouth. She gagged, but I 
didn't relent, not stopping until her mouth was 
completely full and she couldn't make a noise. 

Then looking around I noticed a cord on the curtains, I 
yanked it off while still holding her with my other 
hand, then picking her up and putting her on the bed on 
her stomach, I tied her arms behind her back with the 
cord. 

She lay there kicking and squirming, but sat down on her 
legs and held her. Finally I could look at my hand. It 
was bleeding a little, and stung like hell. I had to get 
something on it, but didn't dare leave her alone. Then I 
thought, panties for panties, an even exchange. I 
reached up and deftly pulled down her frilly panties and 
slipped them off her ankles. Christa stiffened at the 
sudden chill that hit her ass and virgin young pussy. 

Curious to see if that delicious smell was hereditary, I 
press Christa's panties to my nose. It was very faint, 
but it was still there. Surprised, I felt my dick 
twitch. This hadn't started to be, nor had I ever had 
any sexual feelings towards Christa before, but now with 
the smell of her panties and the sight of her young ass, 
it was quickly becoming sexual. I had to stay under 
control though, this was something I had to do, and I 
had to do it perfect so she wouldn't tell mom about 
Rachel and I AND so she wouldn't tell mom about what I 
was doing to her right now. I had to scare the shit out 
of her. 

Wrapping her panties around my fingers to stop the 
bleeding, I shifted so I was kneeling next to her on the 
bed with my panty-wrapped hand pressing down on her back 
so she couldn't move. I stared down at her face and was 
pleased to already discover some fear there, but her 
eyes still showed anger. I had to cower that fear. 

"Christa, you've had this coming for a long time. You've 
tattled on me for the last time. If you ever tell mom 
about anything I or your sisters do or what I've done 
here tonight, you'll get more and worse than anything 
I'm about to do to you. Nod if you understand." 

She didn't nod. 

I sighed. "Alright Christa, you asked for this." 

I placed my free hand on her right ass cheek so that my 
fingers were in her crack and I squeezed as hard as I 
could, my fingers digging into her flesh. Then, 
unexpectedly, I raised my arm and brought my hand 
crashing down onto her right butt cheek. It made a noise 
like a gunshot and I froze to see if anyone had heard. 
Christa screamed through the panties but only a muffled 
grunt came through. 

Tears sprang to her eyes and her nostrils flared for 
breath. Tense seconds went by, but no one came to see 
what made the noise so I relaxed. Her small ass was 
bright red in the exact shape of my hand. Again I was 
surprised when my dick responded to the sight. But I 
knew I couldn't risk making that noise again. I had to 
find something else to spank her with that wouldn't make 
that much noise. Glancing around I saw a ping-pong 
paddle sitting on the floor. The kind with the really 
thick rubber coating. Perfect, I thought. Too quick for 
her to move, I darted over and grabbed it, then resumed 
my position. 

"That was just for starters," I said, then quickly 
brought the paddle down on her ass. It made only a dull 
slapping sound which was much quitter, but from 
Christa's reaction must have hurt much worse. I hit her 
again, and again, and again, raining smacks on her ass 
until it was entirely bright red, almost pulsing. 

Christa had dissolved into a crying heap. Tears pouring 
out of her eyes, muffled little sobs coming through her 
sister's panties. To my astonishment, my dick was rock 
hard and pulsing along with her ass. The more I smacked 
this bare little ass, the harder I got. 

I grabbed her hair and pulled her head up off the 
mattress. "Are you my slave yet?" I asked. "Will you do 
whatever I say?" 

She nodded. 

"I don't believe you," I said. "You say that now, but 
when you wake up in the morning with a sore and bruised 
ass you may feel different." 

I put my hand back on her ass. She grimaced when I 
touched it. I maneuvered my hand so that my middle 
finger touched her small asshole. Swirling it around, I 
pushed it in just to the first knuckle. My dry skin on 
her dry skin, must have rubbed her terribly, because she 
grimaced and began crying even harder. 

"How can I trust you when you've been telling on 
everyone all your life?" I asked. 

We sat there for a second. Christa lying there on her 
stomach, her hands tied behind her back, her short 
little teddy nightie up around her waist, her older 
sister's panties filling her mouth and her naked little 
bum pulsing red with my middle finger sticking out of 
her ass. Me sitting next to her, ready to orgasm at any 
second, the blood gushing to my dick, ready to bust my 
zipper, unable to believe this was happening and that I 
was enjoying it so much. 

"I'm going to put you to the test," I said. "I'm going 
to take out the panties you're sucking on and if you 
don't scream, then maybe I won't smack you again 
tonight, but if you do yell, I will be all over you so 
fast that even if Mom does hear you, you'll regret it!" 

Without taking my finger from her ass I pulled the 
panties from her mouth. She gagged and spit a few times 
and her sobs grew a little louder, but she didn't say 
anything. 

"Very good, does this mean you promise not to tell?" 

"Y-yes," Christa said quietly. 

"I don't believe you. I think you're just saying that so 
I won't hit you again. Is that true?" 

"No, I promise." 

"Christa, I'm going to hit you again. Now will you 
tell?" 

"No, don't!" 

"Be quiet!" I ordered, sending my finger in to the 
second knuckle. 

She shut up immediately. 

"I'm going to hit you again, and if you don't make a 
noise during the entire time I'm hitting you, then I 
will believe you and will leave you alone. Do you agree 
to that?" 

Sobbing with her eyes closed, she nodded. 

"Okay, here we go, now remember, not a sound!" 

My finger came out with a PLOP and the paddle came down 
BAAAMMM on her ass, but she bit her lip and didn't say a 
word, just cried silently. I decided to test her further 
and rained smacks upon her ass and thighs in an 
orgiastic fury that left me collapsed across the bed 
with my face resting on her bruised ass and my underwear 
full of cum. Through it all, she made not a sound. 

When I finally sat up and untied her, she tried to sit 
up but couldn't sit because of her bruised ass. 

"Lay back down," I ordered. Dutifully she did, her hands 
stealing back to touch her tender cheeks. 

"I'll be right back," I said. 

Sneaking down the hall to the bathroom, I was relieved 
to see that all was quiet. I grabbed the bottle of 
lotion and snuck back to Christa's room. Ever so gently 
I squeezed some of the lotion onto each of her cheeks. 
She gasped at the coldness, but didn't say anything. 
Carefully, I massaged her cheeks which were already 
bruising with great red welts. 

"You'll have to be very careful so that no one see's 
your butt for a week or two," I told her, but after that 
you'll be fine, unless of course you break your promise 
and I have to repeat this." 

"You won't have to," she said suddenly. "I'll never 
tell, just don't stop rubbing!" 

I continued rubbing the lotion in until she fell asleep. 

As I tucked her in under the covers, I realized what a 
chance I had taken. If mom saw those bruises, I would be 
in deep shit, but luckily we all had our own bathroom so 
there was a chance she wouldn't find out. No the 
greatest risk I had taken was Christa herself. If she 
changed her mind in the morning and told mom, there 
really wouldn't be much I could do. Just hope I had 
convinced her. As I stripped off my cum sodden underwear 
I pondered on whether or not I should pay her another 
visit tomorrow night. 

But no, tomorrow night I would began my plan of attack 
on Rachel. I was determined that I should lose my 
virginity with her. Only this time she would be, if not 
a willing partner, at least an active one. 

And then of course there was Susan... 


PART III

The next morning I was disturbed by the sound of light 
tapping on my bedroom door. (For events of the night 
before, please see SCLWECFE part 2) "What's going on," I 
mumbled through my hazy alertness. "Who's there?" The 
door opened and in stepped my oldest sister Rachel 
looking as gorgeous as ever, wearing only a very short 
almost transparent nightie, fuzzy slippers, a hair 
ribbon tied loosely to keep her long blonde hair out of 
her face, and pale yellow panties which could just be 
seen under the nightie. 

"Tom, are you awake?" she asked, slipping into the room 
and closing the door behind her. 

"Yeah," I said, all traces of haziness gone. 

She sat down on the edge of my bed and my eyes went 
straight to her breasts which I could see outlined under 
the nightie. The nipples erect and pert. I didn't have 
to worry about her noticing my staring. Her eyes were 
glued to the floor and she seemed rather embarrassed. 
"What is it Rache?" I asked. 

"Tom, um... I mean... well... you know," she stuttered. 
I sat up in bed, the blanket falling to just below my 
stomach. I kept it from falling any further since I 
always slept naked and slipped my arm around her 
shoulder. 

"What's the matter? You know you can tell me anything." 
I said, reveling in the silky feel of the gown and the 
soft warm flesh of her shoulders. "It's about last 
night," she said. 

"Yeah?" 

"Well, I don't remember everything that happened, but 
when I woke up this morning and got into the shower..." 
she couldn't say more. "I know part of what happened. Do 
you want me to tell you?" I asked. She nodded, risking a 
glance in my direction and I caught a glimpse of those 
beautiful baby blues. 

I told her how I had found her in the bathroom with her 
clothes somewhat askew and had helped her to dress and 
brought her home. I of course omitted how first I had 
pressed my erect dick to her mouth and then ejaculated 
all over her tits and that it was my dried cum she had 
found crusted to her breasts in the shower that morning. 
"But I seem to remember Christa seeing us when we got 
home. Won't she tell Mom?" Rachel asked. 

"I wouldn't worry about Christa. I convinced her to not 
tell anyone." I explained. 

"How?" 

"It wasn't easy, but don't worry," I said with more 
confidence then I felt. "And don't worry about me, I can 
keep a secret." Rachel raised her face then and looked 
me full in the eyes. My heart almost stopped and my dick 
created a tent out of the blankets as I stared at those 
eyes and those pouting pink lips from which my cum had 
clung only hours before. 

"Thanks Tom," she told me. "You're the best." 

And then she hugged me. Oh god, I almost came right 
then. If she felt my hard-on at least she had the good 
taste not to mention and how she couldn't I don't know 
because it was lodged firmly against her leg. Unless of 
course she thought I kept a bar of iron in bed with me. 
I was in heaven. Those great tits were mashed against my 
bare chest, her arms were wrapped around my naked flesh 
and my face was buried in that sweet smelling hair. Okay 
so it only lasted for an instant, but what an instant. 

And then before I knew it, in a flash of yellow panties 
and twirling nightie, she was gone. 


PART IV

The girl on my TV screen was gorgeous. She had big tits, 
a flat stomach, a wide ass, and a succulent pink pussy 
just dripping with her juices. She was on her hands and 
knees like a dog before the man who stood over her 
looking down at her sternly. He too was naked and his 
dick looked like it was a foot long with a head the size 
of a baseball. The girl looked up at it and licked her 
lips in anticipation. 

"You've been a very bad girl!" the man on the TV screen 
told the girl. "A very bad girl and you must be 
punished!" 

The man sat down on a couch and pulled the girl over to 
him by the hair. He pulled her roughly, dragging her 
across the carpet. He forced her between his knees and 
holding her still by the hair he forced her head back 
and stared right into her face. The girl grimaced with 
pain. 

"You've been such a bad girl you must suck my dick until 
every last inch of it is inside that pretty mouth of 
yours and you've drained every last drop of cum from my 
balls." He told her. "Do you understand?" She nodded, 
gazing her pretty blue eyes at his enormous organ with 
what seemed to me to be anticipation and a little fear. 
"Then get to it," he ordered leaning back on the couch 
and putting his hands behind his head. 

The girl flipped her hair over to one side like they 
always do in pornos and brought her mouth to the guys 
dick. I swear it was longer then her head. She moved her 
lips to his hairy balls and lightly began to kiss them. 
The girl began to murmur things in between kisses. "Oh 
you taste so good. Oh, you've got beautiful balls. So 
soft. I want to lick them forever," she whispered. 

The guy just smiled. My balls were twitching just 
watching her. The girl moved up to the base of his dick 
and extended her tongue ever so slowly until it's moist 
tip just grazed his skin and slowly, so slowly traced 
its way up its length. Moving along the vein that 
throbbed along it's underside. It seemed to take her 
minutes to reach the peak. 

Just before she reached the head, she moved back to the 
base and licked up the length of its side. Then she 
licked the other side and the other and then back to the 
front. Drawing lines of saliva up the sides of his dick 
faster and faster, like she was licking an popsicle. The 
guys dick was twitching almost as fast as mine, when 
unexpectedly on one of her trips up she didn't stop at 
the head but kept going, drawing circles around the 
massive purple tip. 

She let her tongue flick out to the small opening at the 
peak and then closed her mouth and began to rub his dick 
all over her face, over her eyes, down the sides of her 
nose, across her cheeks, lavishing it with kisses when 
it crossed her lips. Finally, after this luxury she 
brought her mouth once more to the head and began to 
slide it into her mouth. 

Never in a million years did I think she could do it, 
but her lips stretched and stretched around that 
enormous cock head. Her mouth looked bloated and her 
lips were stretched obscenely thin around its edge. Her 
nostrils flared as they tried to take in enough oxygen 
and still the guy just lay there totally relaxed with 
his hands behind his head watching her without even a 
smile. 

I was impressed with his stamina. It took everything I 
had not to shoot all over myself just from watching and 
this guy didn't look even close to coming while this 
goddess was giving his dick the ultra-royal treatment. 

When the head of his dick was all the way into her mouth 
the girl slowly moved her head down. She got maybe three 
inches in before she stopped and pulled back up then she 
moved back down and got four inches, then she slid back 
up and then back down this time getting five inches. She 
kept doing this until she had taken what must have been 
eight inches of man meat, but still she was four inches 
from taking it all. 

I couldn't believe she got even that much. On the down 
stroke you could see her throat swell from his dick. Now 
while I've never had my dick sucked I could imagine the 
bliss, even the guy was starting to show some emotion, 
his face started twitching and his stomach muscles 
tightened, but he never took his eyes off of the girl 
and neither did I. After about five minutes of sucking 
and sliding those gorgeous lips up and down his shaft, 
she pulled up till just the tip was still in her mouth 
and took a quick breather. "Now take it all!" the guy 
commanded. 

The girl looked up at him in surprise and fear, then she 
turned and looked at someone off camera, "I can't do 
it!" she said. "Oh yes you can," the man said and put 
one hand on the back of her head clutching a handful of 
blonde hair and holding the shaft of his dick with his 
other hand, he forced her mouth back down the shaft. 

He pulled her head back up after the eight inches and 
then pushed it back down. He kept doing this, moving her 
head with his hands, while her eyes grew big with fear 
and pain. Her hands slapped feebly at his legs while she 
struggled to get air through her nose. Essentially he 
was masturbating only he was using a woman's mouth 
instead of his hand. 

On his next downstroke, he didn't stop and just kept 
right on pushing her until her nose was buried in his 
pubic hair. He held her there for a couple of seconds. 
Her air supply must have been completely cut off because 
her whole neck seemed to swell up with his hugeness. She 
must have come from a family of sword swallowers. 
Finally he pulled her head up. 

"See, you can do it," he told her. "Now finish it on 
your own." Then he let go of her hair and unbelievably 
the girl sucked that dick back down faster than I ever 
would have thought possible. Sinking her face until her 
bottom lip had practically sucked his balls in and her 
nose was scratching his stomach. Up and down, up and 
down. I began moving my hand on my dick in time to her 
mouth. 

Finally, the guy grimaced and started to grunt, his hips 
began bucking up to meet her mouth, and he gasped, "Oh 
yeah, here it comes!" 

And just when he and I were about to shoot our loads, I 
heard a knock at my door and a jiggle of the door 
handle. Thank god I had thought to lock it. 

"Hey Tom! Open the door!" It was my sister Susan. Shit! 
I hit stop on the DVD remote and grabbed a robe. I had 
to hold my dick flat against my stomach and tie the belt 
to my robe tight to hold it in place so it wouldn't 
show. My dick wasn't even close to the guy in the movie 
but at 8 inches on my 15th birthday, it was no slouch. 

Double checking that everything was in place, I walked 
over and unlocked the door. Susan pushed past me and 
flopped down in my easy chair. "God! I thought you were 
gonna sleep forever. Mom's watching some stupid news 
show downstairs and won't let me watch cartoons. What 
were you watching? I could hear the TV but couldn't tell 
what it was." She said never stopping for breath. 

"Nothing," I said. "Just some show." 

"Oh, then you won't care if I change it then." She 
scooped up the remote and began flipping channels until 
she found the cartoon she wanted and began laughing 
uproariously. 

Just don't hit play on that remote I thought, as I 
closed the door. I sat on the bed wrapping the robe 
around my legs and feeling my unabated dick press into 
my stomach. 

A quick insight for those of you who aren't familiar 
with sister Sue. She's fourteen, about five foot four, 
tan and muscular legs, shoulder length reddish brown 
hair that she always keeps in a ponytail, big brown 
eyes, a big ass, and a set of knockers that were just 
unbelievable. I don't know a lot about sizes but she 
must be at least a 34D. Unlike my two other sisters who 
take after my mom who probably and this is just a guess 
is probably a 36b or c. 

Of course Christa my 11 year old sister has barely begun 
to develop but she's tall, slim, and blonde like Rachel 
and Mom. Sue isn't fat, just curvy. She looks more like 
what pictures I've seen of my dad and what I look like. 
Shorter, darker hair. One other thing about Sue, she's 
one of the biggest tomboys I know. She refuses to grow 
up, hates wearing her bra. 

Mom has to drag her into it on schooldays and it'd take 
a crowbar to make her wear it on weekends so Mom usually 
lets it go unless we're going somewhere. She loves 
cartoons, playing outside, and sucking on lollipops. She 
hates boys, won't have anything to do with them except 
me. She likes me. We're closer to each other then we are 
to anyone else in the family. Maybe the whole world. 
She's the one sister I can live with, anyway you get the 
picture. 

So while I was disappointed and still ragingly horny 
from getting interrupted, I didn't really mind her 
barging into my room. I had forgotten it was Saturday. 
Sue always comes to my room on Saturday to watch 
cartoons. A few years ago on a cold morning like this 
one I might have invited her into my bed to stay warm 
and watch TV, but lately I couldn't help but notice her 
body and the way she smelled. 

A couple of weeks ago as some of you may recall we got 
into a tickling match and I came right in my jeans. I 
don't know if Sue knew exactly what had happened, but 
she knew something and we didn't talk about it. During a 
commercial break, she turned to me. I could see that she 
was cold, she had her knees pressed against her breasts 
and her arms wrapped around her legs. This gave me a 
great view of her panty clad ass. 

I don't think I mentioned it but all she was wearing was 
an old jersey of mine that I had given her which only 
came down to mid thigh and in which she slept and a pair 
of thick white socks that only just came up past her 
ankles. And of course the panties. They were white with 
pictures of Tweety-Bird all over them. While she had 
been watching the commercials, I had been watching her. 

"Hey, I'm cold," she said. "Toss me a blanket or 
something." "What do you think this is a hotel or 
something," I said. "All I've got is what's on the bed 
and I'm not messing that up for you." "Oh yeah, like you 
care if your bed's a mess." 

I straightened my back and turned my nose into the air 
looking away from her. "My room is immaculate, thank you 
very much," I said jokingly. "Well then let me wear you 
bathrobe," she said. 

My head jerked back around. "I'm wearing it," I said. "I 
can see that Brainiac, take it off and let me wear it. 
Come on Tom I'm freezing." 

"You don't get it! This is all I'm wearing," I 
explained. 

"Hey, I've seen what you've got you know," she said. 

"What do you mean?" I asked. 

"We used to take bathes together all the time." 

"That was eight years ago!" 

"So, didja grow something different? I don't care about 
your thingy, I'm just cold!" she whined. 

"Well I care about my 'thingy' and you're not getting my 
robe." "Listen Mr. Modesty, if you're so worried about 
me seeing you naked, then slide under the covers and 
take off the robe okay?" The idea was exciting. To lie 
there totally naked with just a sheet and a couple 
blankets between me and my sister, but carefully I 
controlled my desire. 

"Okay, if you're going to keep whining about it," I 
said. 

She was all smiles. 

From under the blankets, I untied the robe, carefully 
making a hill of the blankets so that she wouldn't see 
the tent pole my dick had turned into poking its way up, 
slipped the robe off and tossed it to her. My bare chest 
was now exposed as the blankets only came up to my 
stomach. And as I said before, I'm no Brad Pitt, but I 
ain't half bad either. "Thanks Tom, you're the best 
brother I've got," Sue said as she snuggled under my 
robe. 

"Yeah, I'm the only brother you've got!" 

She giggled and went back to her cartoons. 

It was then that I got a great idea. Sue usually watched 
cartoons until noon and that was over two hours away, no 
one hardly ever disturbed us during that time and so 
we'd be alone. My idea was to pretend to drift off to 
sleep again and superstitiously 'kick' the blankets off 
until my dick was exposed to her young eyes. Just to see 
what her reaction would be. 

Gradually I let my eyes start closing and blinking 
longer, I started delaying my responses to her and I 
stopped reacting to the television. Finally I closed my 
eyes entirely and started to breath evenly. Then I 
waited for the next cartoon to end. During the 
commercial Sue started to say something but then stopped 
in mid-sentence. She must have noticed. I waited for a 
few more minutes before I rolled onto my side and let my 
leg stick out from under the covers. 

Then after a few more minutes of anticipation and 
worry(What if she ran screaming from the room like 
Christa had at my nakedness when she had barged into my 
bathroom?)I rolled back over taking the covers with my 
leg but holding onto the top of the blankets with my 
hand so that my chest stayed covered, while everything 
below the waist just seemed (I hoped) to be naturally 
uncovered. The cool air hit my dick and it weakened just 
a little but the thought of a girl(my sister!) staring 
at it for the first time made it strengthen and regain 
its full erection. 

It wasn't until another commercial break that I heard a 
reaction. 

"Oh," Sue said quietly. Nothing happened for a couple 
seconds. I could imagine her staring at me with I hoped 
awe. "Tom?" she said. "Tom? Are you awake?" 

I kept breathing, trying not to pant. The cold air and 
my nervousness were starting to affect my erection. It 
was wilting. As it drooped I heard another "oh" from my 
sister. 

Then I heard what I had been hoping for all along. I 
heard her stand up from her chair and walk towards the 
bed. 

It took everything I had to control myself when 
unexpectedly I heard her voice hiss into my ear. "Tom, 
are you awake?" 

I let my face twitch a little but then kept right on 
breathing steadily. I felt her put her weight on the 
edge of the bed but I couldn't tell which way she was 
facing so I didn't dare look. Then I felt the blankets 
being dragged across my legs. Oh no! She was covering me 
up! Damn! Was that it!?! 

But then the blankets stopped and I felt her cool hand 
on my leg just above my knee. I tried to relax and found 
it was getting quite easy to breathe deeply. Slowly I 
could feel her hand slide up my leg until she reached my 
hip. It was then that I realized I could hear her 
breathing too. It was sharp and ragged. Finally, when I 
could stand it no more, her hand slipped out and I felt 
her finger jab the head of my dick. It bobbed back and 
forth like a cat toy and I heard her suppress a giggle. 
When it slowed down, she did it again. 

This time the giggle was louder and ended abruptly. She 
must have realized it was too loud. Not sure how to act 
now, l let my legs shift just a little and murmured 
something. I could feel her stiffen and felt the blanket 
move further across my legs but when I stopped she 
stopped and I could hear her let out her breath. It 
didn't take long for her hand to reach back out to my 
dick. This time she put her fingers on my balls and drew 
them lightly across. It felt great and my dick twitched. 
She must have liked that because she did it again and my 
dick obliged by twitching again. 

After the video, my stroking, and now Sue's attention, I 
was almost ready to pop, but even I needed a little more 
direct stimulation then what she was doing. If only 
she'd wrap that little hand around it and just stroke it 
maybe three or four times. That would be all that I'd 
need. I tried twitching my dick on my own a couple of 
times. She pressed her hand against its shaft but didn't 
hold it. 

I twitched it again. She giggled. Oh come on baby, I 
thought, just wrap that hand and squeeze. I tried 
twitching some more. But suddenly I heard her laughing 
and I thought the game was up, but I could hear laughter 
from the TV so she must have been watching the TV again. 
Damn! I stopped twitching and inwardly sighed. 

But then just when I thought she'd given up, I felt 
exactly what I'd wanted as she wrapped her little 
fingers around my dick. She began to gently squeeze in a 
rhythmic sort of way and I fought to control a groan. Oh 
god, I was close now. Then I felt her other hand 
encompass the head and squeeze that. It felt like she 
was trying to encase my dick in her two hands. My 
breathing came faster but I couldn't control it, every 
muscle on my body suddenly tensed. And then... 

And then...

After what felt like an incredibly long tense moment, 
she ran her hand up the length of my dick three times in 
rapid succession and I began shooting my cum. She gave a 
loud high-pitched yelp and released my dick, but it no 
longer mattered, I was cumming in gallons, my dick was 
twitching and jerking, my cum was splattering onto my 
stomach and finally began oozing out of the top. 

It took everything I had to keep my eyes closed. And 
just when I thought I'd cum all I could, I felt her hand 
again on my dick. Her fingers squelching on my cum and 
then gently she squeezed and started jerking me again. A 
last couple dribbles came shooting out. All those tense 
muscles had now relaxed and my body felt drunk with 
pleasure. 

I thought it couldn't get any better, but then I felt a 
hand wander down my now rapidly decreasing cock and 
actually touch the pool of cum on my stomach. It 
occurred to me that although I felt it was over, Sue 
apparently didn't realize it. Slowly she traced her 
finger in circles through my hot cum, smearing it a 
little. 

I think that I might just have gotten hard and done it 
all over again, but just then Mom yelled Susan's name 
and with a quick jerk the blankets were pulled over my 
body and Sue slipped out of my room and I heard her say, 
"SSSHHH, Mom. Tom's still sleeping." 

"Well, then don't wake him. I was just going to say that 
I was done watching TV and you can watch cartoons down 
here," Mom said. "But Mom, I like watching them up 
here!" 

"Now do what I tell you young lady! And get down here!" 
Mom said in her 'not to be refused' voice. 

I heard Sue's grumbling voice all the way down the 
stairs. My body now satiated and my mind unable to 
believe what had just happened, a great sleepiness 
overtook me and I went back to sleep. I didn't dream 
though, right now nothing my subconscious could come up 
with even came close to what had just happened. I had 
the feeling or the hope at least, that this would become 
the case more and more often in the very near future. 

It was time to put my next plan into action...


PART V

I had now experienced some minor sexual encounters with 
all of my sisters, but had yet to actually fuck any of 
them. How I could get Rachel, the 16 year old miss 
popular cheerleader, to fuck me, I couldn't figure. 
Susan, the 14 year old tom boy, was a different matter, 
she had already shown some sexual curiosity towards me, 
but how to make the leap to actual intercourse again 
puzzled me. 

That left only Christa, the 11 year old tattle-tale 
brat, who was already as tall as Rachel and just 
beginning to develop a body along similar lines. A body 
both slim and graceful. My previous encounter with her 
was the only encounter I had yet had where we were both 
conscious of the other's behavior. 

My earlier encounter with Rachel had been when she was 
passed out drunk and Susan had fondled me while she 
thought I had been asleep, but Christa I had stripped of 
her panties and given her a solid spanking when I 
thought she was going to tell on me to mother. What had 
surprised me the most wasn't that I had enjoyed the 
spanking so much, but that Christa hadn't told anyone 
about it and had gone to apparently great pains not to 
reveal her naked, bruised ass to anyone. 

For those of you who don't know me, I'm Tom the 15 year 
old only son of a divorced couple. I live with my mother 
and 3 sisters. I'm average height and build, but not too 
bad looking. To all outsiders I appear to be a clean cut 
all American boy, but on the inside I'm a boiling 
cauldron of sexual desire and my sisters are the objects 
of my desires. 

The opportunity I had been waiting for came along one 
Monday morning when school was cancelled due to snow. My 
mother still went to work of course. Rachel went over to 
her boyfriend's house and Susan went outside to play 
with some neighborhood kids, mostly boys and mostly 
younger than her. That left Christa and myself alone in 
the house. My dick grew hard just thinking about it. 

I crept to just outside her door and dropped to my knees 
peering through the large keyhole. What I saw amazed me 
and made me realize that my task should be easier then I 
had thought. 

Christa stood by her bed wearing only a lacey nightgown 
that came to just below her ass, when she bent just a 
little the nightie rode up and I could see her pink 
little ass cheeks, now devoid of any of the bruises from 
my previous visit to her room. Sitting on the bed was 
several of Christa's dolls and teddy bears and it 
appeared that she was scolding them. "You've all been 
very bad!" she said, wagging her finger at them. "You 
must be punished!" 

Swiftly she turned the dolls and bears onto their 
tummies and began spanking them. The lewd little smile 
and the glint in her eyes made me realize that I wasn't 
the only one who still thought back to that night I'd 
visited her room. 

Christa was really getting into swatting her bears, her 
hand was only a blur and a thin sheen of sweat appeared 
on her upper lip. Finally, when she could stand it no 
more, she flung herself down on the bed next to the 
bears, pulled her nightie up to expose her pussy, which 
I could see was flushed and red, and began rubbing 
herself. I was surprised to see the sprouting of fine 
blonde hair surrounding her pussy and even more 
surprised to see little Christa masturbating. 

Without hesitation, I stood up, opened her door and 
stepped inside, closing and locking the door behind me. 

Christa sat up, pulling her nightie down to cover 
herself and looking at me with indignation. "Get outta 
my room!" she yelled at me. "I'll tell Mom." 

"No you won't," I said quietly. "If you do, you'll get 
more of what I gave you last time." 

"You wouldn't dare!" she said, but I caught a glint in 
her eye. 

"I saw what you were doing," I said. "I saw you touching 
yourself." 

"I was itchy, I was just scratching. I didn't do 
anything," she explained. 

I walked across the room and stood in front of her. 
"Well, if you were itchy, let me scratch it for you." 

"NO! Go away," she ordered. "I'll scream!" 

"Remember what happened last time you screamed? How's 
your ass doing? 

I'm sure I could find that ping-pong paddle again." She 
didn't scream. "What do you want, Tom? Why don't you go 
away," she pouted. "I was just playing." 

"And I want to play with you," I explained. "If you let 
me play, you just might enjoy it." 

"I know what you want to do. I'm not stupid. I may be 
young, but I know. Mommy told me all about it." 

"What did Mommy tell you? Did she tell you about 
fucking?" I asked. 

"OH! I'm telling mom! You said a bad word!" 

"Sex? Is that what Mom calls it?" I asked. 

"Y-yes." 

"What did she say happens?" 

Christa looked at the floor. I could tell I was making 
her nervous, so I backed up and sat in a chair a few 
feet away. 

"She says that when a man and a woman want to make a 
baby, that they... you know...that they have sex," 
Christa explained. "Just how do they have sex?" 

"Well, the man has a thingie..." 

"You mean like my thingie, the one you saw in the 
bathroom that one time?" 

Christa nodded. 

"And what does the girl have?" 

"She has a vagina," Christa said. 

"Is that what you were scratching? Your vagina?" 

Christa nodded again. 

"Can I see it?" I asked. 

Christa looked up, startled. "NO!" she yelled. 

I stood back up and walked over to her. I towered over 
her while she was sitting although in reality I was only 
an inch taller than her. "Christa, show my your vagina!" 
I ordered. 

She shook her head. 

"Alright," I said. "You asked for it." 

I grabbed her by the shoulders and pushed her hard back 
onto the bed. Her little nightie rode up over her 
bellybutton. Little Christa's pussy was bared before my 
eyes. It's lips were pink and the inner ones peeked 
through the outer due to Christa's attentions. I could 
see the hair there more clearly now. Fine and blonde but 
more there then I had thought. I reached my hand out and 
ran a finger down it's center. Christa shivered. "See, I 
only want to scratch it too," I said. 

"No!" Christa yelled and rolled over on the bed exposing 
her ass to me. 

"Okay Christa, I can see you're going to have to be 
persuaded." I sat next to her on the bed and leaned 
across her back, pinning her to the bed. she started 
kicking and squealing. With my free right hand, I 
slapped her right ass cheek, hard. She didn't stop so I 
brought it down again and again. Raining blows on her 
ass, I varied the cheeks until once again her entire ass 
was red and throbbing. Her kicking subsided and her 
squeals started turning to groans. 

Unexpectedly, I rose up off of her and rolled her over. 
Her pussy lips were gaping now and moist. Christa's face 
was flushed and her eyes dilated. She stared up at me 
silently, expectantly. I knelt by the bedside between 
her feet and grabbing her legs, I pulled her towards me 
until her virginal young pussy was inches from my face. 
Oh, how I had waited for this moment! Face to face with 
my first pussy! 

It was the most beautiful sight I had ever seen, so pink 
and fresh, so delicate! Gingerly, reverently, I brought 
my mouth to its lips and kissed it ever so gently. A 
small sigh escaped Christa's throat. I kissed it again, 
enjoying the salty, musky flavor and scent. On the next 
kiss, I extended my tongue and licked. Christa squealed. 
I licked it again...and again...and again. The taste, 
the smell, the sight, and the feel all contriving to 
drive me wild. 

I moved my mouth higher, my tongue parting the folds of 
her skin until her tiny little clit popped out. I 
nuzzled it with my lips and Christa shuddered. I nibbled 
at it and she gasped, I began lapping at it and she 
began thrashing and groaning. A sudden deluge of juices 
on my tongue, suddenly made me realize I had just 
brought a woman to orgasm for the first time. 

While Christa lay in a lethargic stupor, I stood up and 
stripped off my clothes. I lay down on the bed next to 
her and rested my hand on her pussy. A fresh round of 
shudders ran through her body. I leaned my face forward 
and kissed her pink lips. 

Christa's eyes snapped open. Reason returned to her 
mind. She noticed my naked chest and her eyes ran down 
my body. Her gaze lingered at my dick which was pressing 
into her side. 

"What are you doing?" she asked, her voice scared. She 
was in over her head, lead there by her burgeoning 
sexual desires. "I'm going to fuck you," I said very 
calmly and leaned over to kiss her again. 

"W-what?" she whispered when I pulled my mouth off of 
hers." "I'm going to fuck you and you're going to love 
it," I said. "You'll feel even better then what you did 
just a second ago." She didn't look as though she 
believed me. 

"C'mon," I said. "Move up so your head is on the 
pillow." 

In a stupor, she obeyed. He eyes constantly straying to 
my dick. I kicked all her bears off to the side and 
crawled between her legs so that my head was above hers 
and my chest above her chest, my dick poised above her 
pussy. 

"Take your nightie off," I ordered. 

She obeyed, slipping it over head, revealing the swell 
of two small, but promising young breasts. My dick 
twitched and mind reeled at the thought that I was about 
to rape my youngest sister. My dick didn't care and I 
found myself moving down on top of her. Using my right 
hand I guided my dick to the entrance of her pussy. When 
the tip of my dick made contact with that soft flesh I 
almost came right there. 

Christa was staring down at my dick also. Her face 
instead of looking scared, merely looked wondrous. 
Somehow, something, maybe my spanking weeks ago had 
awoken something sexual in my youngest sister. Maybe it 
was my ego talking, but somehow I knew that Christa 
wanted this too. Pushing forward, my dick sank an inch 
into her tight virgin pussy. 

God it was tight. 

I would be fighting to hold back my orgasm every step of 
the way. I pushed forward another inch. And then I 
pushed again and my dick slipped in all the way. It felt 
so wondrously good that it took my fevered brain a 
minute to realize that she wasn't a virgin. But my mind 
didn't linger on the fact. I pulled my dick back and 
began pumping it in and out. I could only do it slowly, 
her pussy walls clasped and clung to my dick every inch 
of the way. It was incredible, unreal and fantastic. 

I opened my eyes and found myself face to face with 
Christa. My body was resting on hers. Her nipples 
pointing into my chest, our stomachs rubbing together. 
Her expression was neutral, her eyes closed. Staring at 
her beautiful face, and feeling her body, plus the 
fantastic massage her pussy was giving my dick, made 
something savage in me come out. 

I began to slam into her, thrusting in and out with wild 
abandonment. Christa's expression changed, her face 
tightened in a grimace and her lips twitched, her mouth 
came open and she began panting. Her body started rising 
to meet mine. My balls slapped against her ass. She 
began moaning, her hands clawing at my back. 

The harder I thrust, the more she moaned and panted. I 
felt like a piston, or an oil well, pumping and 
thrusting. Her pussy was slurping and pulling on my 
dick. Christa wrapped her legs around my back, her 
fingers scratching my sides. 

Suddenly her body stiffened and she began screaming, and 
thrashing her head back and forth. 

"Oh god! Mommy! Mommy!" she began screaming. 

Panicking that someone might hear, I thrust my mouth 
down on top hers, smothering her mouth with mine. 

Christa responded by sucking my tongue into her mouth 
and trying to wrap her tongue around mine. Her hips 
became a bucking bronco, I could feel the muscles in her 
pussy walls clenching and unclenching as she came. I 
could take it no longer. My orgasm hit her like a 
freight train. I thought it would never stop. 

My entire body, spasming, twitching in the most powerful 
ejaculation I'd ever felt. Stars shot before my eyes, my 
ears roared with the sound of the ocean and I felt 
something sharp bite into my shoulder. Vaguely I was 
aware it Christa, clinging to my shoulder with her 
teeth. 

When it ended, I collapsed on top of her. Both of us 
sweating and clinging to each other. Finally I rolled 
off and she curled up next to me, her head on my chest. 

I couldn't believe it. My virginity was gone! To my 
sister! The thought of virginity brought something back 
to me. Christa hadn't been a virgin. 

"You weren't a virgin," I said, weakly, my voice 
temporarily deserting me. 

"What?" she asked, looking up at me with glazed eyes. 
"When we had sex, there should have been a barrier in 
your puss..your vagina," I explained. 

Unexpectedly she began giggling. "Oh that. I broke that 
when I was eight," she said. 

"What?!" 

"Remember that day I made mom let me ride your bike? 
Well I hit a curb and fell on that bar. I ran crying to 
mom because I was bleeding. She took me to the doctor 
and I heard him tell mom I wasn't a virgin anymore." 
"AAAAhhhh," I said. 

Suddenly Christa sat up and looked seriously at me. 
"Tom, I won't get pregnant will I?" 

"Don't be silly! You'd have to have had your period 
first," I explained. 

"But I started that two months ago!" 


PART VI

It took a week and a half for us to find out that 
Christa wasn't pregnant. How did I know the eleven year 
old had started her period? I mean sisters don't just 
run up and volunteer that kind of information to their 
big brothers. Would that have stopped me from fucking 
her? Probably not. 

During the week and a half while we waited Christa fell 
back into her old ways of ignoring me and being the 
spoiled little sister. Which I suppose was good because 
if she'd suddenly started acting like she liked me then 
Mom and my other sisters would have gotten suspicious. 

Rachel on the other hand had become very friendly. And 
having my 16 year old, beautiful sister, one of the most 
popular girls in school suddenly treating me like I was 
the best thing since sliced bread was more than a small 
consolation to being snubbed by Christa. 

The funny thing was that once Rachel approved of me and 
began talking to me at school and introducing me to her 
friends, I suddenly found a whole crowd of girls who 
were willing to go out with me. The irony being that I 
no longer found any girl attractive other then my 
sisters. I had become obsessed with them. But I couldn't 
yet find a way to convert Rachel's new found warmth into 
sexual heat. Apart from the brief but enjoyable hugs she 
would now spontaneously give me, physical contact was 
zero. 

As for Susan, the tom-boyish 14 year old with the 
inquisitive hands, I had higher hopes. But I had more 
than that, I had a plan. It was the Saturday after Susan 
had jacked me off while she thought I was asleep, that I 
put my plan into action. This was still during the time 
that I wasn't sure about Christa's pregnancy and knew 
that I'd have to be more careful. 

Around 8 o'clock on Saturday morning, as regular as 
clockwork, Susan burst into my bedroom to watch 
cartoons. It was a ritual we'd been following since she 
was six and I was seven. I lay on my bed, not having 
gotten up yet, naked below my covers. Susan was wearing 
one of my old t-shirts that came to just below her ass. 
It would have been longer but her large breasts held it 
up and stretched it out in ways I never could have. The 
only other thing she wore was a pair of wooly socks. She 
flung herself into the old armchair and demanded I give 
her the remote control, lazily I tossed it across to 
her. 

The ironic thing about Susan was that she acted like 
this little kid, kind of tom boyish and always running 
around with the younger neighbor kids climbing trees and 
getting in snowball fights, while her 14 year old body 
had already developed into a shape that many full grown 
women envied. Only 5' 3", her breasts were probably 
36C's and her hips were curvy and all woman. 

Instead of enjoying her body though, she almost seemed 
to resent it. Up until I felt her cool hands exploring 
my body last week, I figured she never had a sexual 
thought in her head. Now I knew better. "Keep the noise 
down will ya Squirt," I told her. "I might go back to 
sleep." 

"Okay," she said. "I'll turn down." 

After a few minutes I drifted back into my phony sleep 
routine. It didn't take long for her to move. I couldn't 
be sure without looking but I could have sworn I heard 
her get up and lock the door. Then, I heard nothing 
until she started whispering my name from only a few 
feet away. When I didn't respond, she moved closer and I 
felt something move under the covers. 

Then I felt her hand on the naked flesh of my leg. Her 
hand wasn't cool this time it was clammy and trembling. 
Slowly she dragged her hand up until it rested amongst 
my pubic hairs just above my dick. Then with a kind of 
now or never swiftness she placed her palm on top of my 
dick and wrapped her fingers around it. My dick 
responded immediately by twitching and growing. A small 
gasp escaped Susan's mouth as she felt it come alive. 

Her other hand slipped under the cover's also and soon 
it was cupping my balls. My fourteen year old sister was 
now holding my entire manhood in her hands although my 
dick was now extending out the top of her fist and still 
growing. 

Soon feeling wasn't enough for her and I felt a cold 
draft as the blankets were pushed back. The cool air 
didn't affect my now raging hard-on though as the 
thought that Sue was now gazing at my dick made it flare 
to its full size. 

I decided to act. It wouldn't be force like with Christa 
and it wouldn't be blackmail like I hoped to do with 
Rachel. Susan had always been a lot like me and I 
figured her natural curiosity and willingness to go 
along with anything I suggested would see me through 
this encounter. I opened my eyes. 

Susan's hands were now busy and the sight(not to mention 
the feel) of one hand stroking my dick, and the other 
tickling my balls almost made me come right there, but 
it was the sight of her intent face, staring so greedily 
at my dick and the nipples poking so tautly against the 
t-shirt that really almost set me off. So intent was she 
on the pulsing organ before her that Susan never even 
noticed I was watching her. Only when her hands began to 
slow down and I whispered, "Don't stop." 

Did she look up at my face. 

Her face grew beet red and she dropped her eyes. She 
meant to pull her hands away, but I clasped them with 
mine and held them in place. "It's okay," I said. "I 
like it." 

"I was just... I don't know... curious," she stammered. 
"I'd never seen one so big before." 

That surprised me. "So big? You mean you've seen 
others?" 

She looked back up at me. "You can't tell anyone! Do you 
promise!" 

"I promise," I said, letting go of her hands and sitting 
up in bed. "Why don't you sit up here next to me and 
tell me," I suggested, sliding over to make room for her 
on the bed. 

Susan slipped under the covers and I pressed against 
her, putting my arm around her shoulders. 

"Well once last summer I was playing with Bobby and some 
friends of his and we were up in his tree fort and some 
of them started pissing out the window," she said. 

Bobby was the twelve year old from next door. I'd seen 
him leering at my sisters. He was always the first one 
to ask if Susan could come out and play. 

"Bobby asked me if I could do it. And I said of course 
not and he said why not? I said, cause I don't have a 
pee-pee! All the boys laughed when I said that except 
little Timmy he's only six. He asked what did I have? 
And Bobby said why don't I show them. He said they'd all 
show me theirs and he dropped his pants and pulled his 
underwear down around his ankles. 

"Then all of them did the same thing so I was standing 
there surrounded by a bunch of boys from six to twelve 
waving their pee-pee's at me. None of them were very big 
although I didn't know it until I saw yours. Then Bobby 
said it was my turn. I was kinda scared but at the same 
time I was kinda excited. I could feel some fluttering 
low down in my stomach and I thought I had to pee, but I 
didn't. 

"So I unzipped my shorts and for some reason I didn't 
just drop them but I took them all the way off. Some of 
the boys especially Bobby's little pee-pee's started 
getting hard and standing up. I'd never seen anything 
like it so I asked Bobby if it was okay. All the boys 
laughed at that too. Bobby said it was supposed to do 
that and I should hurry up and take my panties off. So I 
slid them down and I took those off too. All the boys 
got real quiet then and stared at my... at my cunny. 

"Little Timmy he walked right up to me, his little tiny 
pee-pee as hard as the rest of them and asked if he 
could touch it. I think I was as excited as they were. 
It felt really hot between my legs. Bobby he said that 
if Timmy touched it we all got to. I don't know what 
made me do it, but I nodded and said okay. Timmy he 
stuck out his little hand and just ran it through my 
hair down there and then pulled his hand away quick like 
it might bite him. Then one by one they walked up to me 
and touched my down there. Some just barely and quick 
and some of them ran their fingers down the whole length 
of my cunny.

"Bobby went last and by the time he got to me I could 
feel something leaking out of me and I felt hot and 
flushed. Bobby put his hand on me and he could feel me 
opening up a little down there and wiggled one of his 
fingers right inside of me and then the strangest thing 
happened. I felt all weak and gushy inside and it felt 
like fireworks went off inside of me. I had to hold on 
to Bobby to keep myself from falling. 

"I must have made some noise because some of the boys 
looked worried and even Bobby asked if I was okay. I 
nodded. I'd never felt anything like that before. Then 
Bobby said since we got to touch you, you get to touch 
us. So one by one they walked in front of me and I 
stroked their little things. 

"Most of them were shy and would only let me touch them 
for a second, but Bobby he wasn't shy, he grabbed my 
hand and wrapped it around his 4 inch thing and told me 
to move my hand up and down. In a couple of seconds some 
white stuff started leaking out of it and onto my hands. 
And then he was the one who had to hold onto me to stand 
up. Just then his mom started yelling to him to come in 
for dinner and we all scrambled back into our pants. 
Bobby told everybody we were part of a secret club and 
that we couldn't tell anyone what we'd done." 

All the while Susan had told me this story my erection 
had throbbed. The thought of her showing herself to all 
those boys made me excited but at the same time, 
jealous. She was my sister, not theirs. "Is that why you 
were playing with me? Because it was so big?" I asked. 

"Yeah, it's huge! Lots bigger than theirs. I was just 
curious. I wanted to see it squirt it's white stuff," 
she explained. "I thought you'd seen enough of that last 
week?" 

She looked up at me startled. "You know about that?" "I 
was awake through the whole thing and loving every 
minute of it," I said. 

"So it does feel good when you get touched down there?" 

"Of course," I said. "Don't you know about sex?" 

"Only what mom told me and she said you weren't supposed 
to enjoy it." 

"Well, she's wrong then because I do enjoy and so do 
you." 

"How do you know?" Susan asked. 

"What do you think happened to you in the tree house? 
When you got weak and felt gushy. You were orgasming. 
Didn't it feel good?" She closed her eyes with the 
memory. "Better than anything." "What would you do if I 
said I could make you feel that way again?" I asked. 

"Really? You could do that?!?" she asked excitedly. 

"Will you let me?" I asked. 

"Sure!" 

"Okay, but first I think you'd better finish me. It's 
only fair after what you started," I told her. 

"What do you mean?" she asked. 

"Look," I said, pulling the blankets off us to show her 
my raging hard-on. 

"What do I do?" she asked. 

"Just like last week. Rub your hands up and down it." 
Excitedly she scooted down in the bed until she was 
sitting next to my dick facing me. She reached her hands 
out until they were in their former places. One on my 
dick the other on my balls. Gently she began to stroke 
me off. 

I leant back and moaned with pleasure. 

"God that feels good," I said. 

Susan giggled. 

After a few minutes of her golden touch I was boiling 
close to an orgasm. 

A thought occurred to me. 

"Susan would you kiss my pee-pee?" I asked. 

"What?" 

"Kiss the tip of it," I said. 

Susan looked at me strangely, shrugged and said, "Okay." 
I watched as she lowered her head to my dick. Her hair 
back in a pony tail I could see her clearly. She 
puckered her full lips and planted a kiss right on the 
tip. With the pressure on my balls, the warmth of her 
hand wrapped firmly around my shaft, the feel of her 
breath across my dick and he soft luscious lips on the 
tip.

I began orgasming. Cum began shooting out of me. Susan 
was caught unawares and was blasted right across the 
face with a gob of my cum. She snapped her head back in 
surprise and I watched as my own gooey cum dripped down 
her cheek. "Keep stroking," I said. "Don't stop!" 

Obediently, Susan resumed her stroking as my cum began 
flying around and all over her. Some landed on her 
shirt, some on her arm, and even a particularly wild 
blast, landed in her hair and finally and large mass of 
it oozed out my dick and drenched her hand. 

All the time I was moaning and grunting, my body 
spasming and unspasming. 

Those fireworks Susan had mentioned, now igniting in me. 
After what felt like forever, I stopped cumming and felt 
something warm and soft wiping my dick. I looked down 
and saw that Susan had removed her shirt and was wiping 
all of my errant cum from herself and me. It felt so 
delicious that I sent out another gob for her to clean. 
"Doesn't it ever stop?" she asked. 

I laughed. "Oh god that felt terrific!" 

"Did I really do it good?" she asked innocently. 

"You're the best!" 

"Will you make me feel that good?" 

"I'll certainly try!" I said. "Let's trade places." As 
we switched around in the bed my eyes were caught and 
transfixed by Susan's now exposed breasts. Even larger 
then I'd thought, I gazed lovingly at the full globes, 
the pink nipples pointing up perkily. "You've got 
beautiful breasts," I said. 

"They're too big! They get in the way!" she said. 

"They won't today. Just lie back and relax," I said. 
Susan shut her eyes as I leant forward and took one of 
her nipples into my mouth. I sucked gently on it while I 
flicked it with my tongue. Susan gasped. I lovingly 
stroked her breast with my tongue, my hands cupping 
them. I lavished each gorgeous nipple with kisses, 
licks, and nuzzling. 

I could have spent an hour just worshiping each of those 
magnificent mounds of womanhood. Susan was soon writhing 
and squirming under my touch. I had to admonish her to 
quiet down or someone might hear us. "But that feels so 
good!" she said. "I'm getting wet down there." It was 
true, I pulled back and could see a large wet patch in 
the crotch of her panties. 

"Well we'd better take those off then huh?" 

I grabbed the waistband and pulled as Susan lifted her 
ass off of the bed. She pulled her knees to her chest so 
I could slip them off her ankles, but so transfixed was 
I at the way this spread her pussy lips and exposed her 
stunning ass that she had to pull them off herself. Like 
a dog on a bone I then pounced at the dripping pink 
pussy. Susan's pussy was much different from Christa's. 

The biggest difference of course being the amount of 
hair. In contrast to Christa's light scattering of 
blonde, Susan's was covered in a thick mat of reddish 
brown curls. Her pussy lips were much larger and more 
pronounced. The curled open now invitingly. Her clit 
also was longer and more pronounced. 

I brought my face slowly to those lips and planted a 
long kiss. Susan shuddered in delight. Her scent too was 
different. Stronger, more musky, but still heavenly. I 
extended my tongue and began lapping at her cunt. 
Drinking up her juices like a dog at a bowl of water. I 
moved up to clit, whipping it with my tongue and driving 
Sue into a fevered frenzy. 

She brought her hands to the back of my head and her 
heels to my back. She began bucking her hips up into my 
face, her hands forcing my head down, she was fucking my 
face. 

Her thrusts became more wild and I could barely breath, 
my entire face rubbing her cunt, my nose brushing her 
clit, my tongue plunged into her depths, her cunt juice 
running down my chin. Her entire body moving off the 
mattress, she thrashed violently until suddenly she let 
out a load moan and holding my head even tighter, she 
started calling out my name, "Tom, oh Tom! Oh Tom!" 

Terrified that someone would hear my left hand groped 
upward to cover her mouth. 

My fingers grasping at her lips, she sucked them in, 
practically gobbling down my fingers, she continued to 
toss and turn, thrusting her ass off the bed, grinding 
it into my face until finally after one last long moan 
through my fingers, her body collapsed into a quivering 
lump. Then it was her turn to feel me wiping us clean. 
She smiled weakly at me. As I tossed the now soaking t-
shirt aside, Susan leaned up and pulled my face to hers. 

Looking deep into those green eyes that looked so much 
like my own, I smiled and then brought our lips together 
in a very tender, loving, very un-brother like kiss. 

Then, with all the energy of youth, she sat straight up 
in bed and demanded, "Let's do it again! That was 
great!" 

As I watched her bouncing there, naked on my bed, I 
thought to myself, 'Oh the sacrifices a brother must 
make!" 

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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