Jessica wasn’t like other girls. She knew this and knew it well because it had been embedded in her mind since she was just a little girl. She grew up with very strict Christian parents who told her in no uncertain terms that masturbation was a dreadful sin. Not that other girls aren’t brought up the same way, but her upbringing was reinforced quite stringently.
First, being a girl in her family meant that she didn’t own any shorts or pants. Her parents were very ‘old school.’ They believed that women should dress like women. Her mom always wore a dress, so it stood to reason that their daughter should dress accordingly.
Jessica prayed, giving thanks for everything and asking for divine guidance in every decision in her life. She was home schooled by her mother, who indoctrinated a strong religious connection with everything she taught.
She knelt often, praying to God for water for the crops for their small farm, for wellness in the family and church, for a strong body and mind. She did chores daily, between the vegetables and animals, she was quite busy. She learned many wonderful, but long forgotten skills in normal society as they lived simply and bought as little as possible.
Her clothing was mostly homemade. Her mother taught her to work a loom and a sewing machine and she was quite capable of making her own dresses. All were long, often dragging the ground behind her. She even wore a long dress to swim in the pond behind their house.
She loved the animals on their farm. They had chickens, cows and sheep. They even had a goat.
With just her loving mother and father to care for her and raise her, there wasn’t a lot of interaction with other people at all. Because of the lack of social interaction, Jessica grew very trusting. She doubted nothing that was ever told to her, because, to the best of her knowledge, she had never been lied to.
Thus, Jessica smiled when she prayed. She smiled when she sang. She smiled when she worked. She smiled when she read the Bible. She knew of things like television and ‘the devil’s music,’ but she was never exposed to them, so she never missed them. Her brain was trained to be as effective as any calculator, it had to be. For though the modern conveniences of technology were refused by her parents, her mother wanted her daughter to have full knowledge of the educational advances of society.
They had no electricity. Hot water was made on the stove and warm water was made with solar panels for bathing. Even in the winter, the sun would generate enough heat to create warm water.
Jessica was never provided knowledge of non-Christian theories of evolution or the creation of the world. The daily news was whatever stories her father told at their evening meal.
Her father was a hard-working man, a unionized worker at the lumber yard. He had not always been a devout Christian, so he had some tales that made her head spin. He doted upon his daughter, not financially, but with time. He taught her the techniques of boxing and she mimicked him when he exercised every day to keep his muscular frame.
Her mother was brought up devout Catholic, but some changes in the church had led her to pursue her own methods of education and celebration of God. It was when Jessica asked her what it meant to be homosexual and she discovered that gay marriage had been discussed in class that she decided she had enough of the growth and development of her church.
Jessica learned to confess her sins daily. Sometimes her punishment was repetitious words, sometimes a cutting board swatted on her behind. She truly hated when she had to do a Biblical based research paper detailing the sin she had committed and why it was a sin. With no outside influences, one would think she could rarely find a sin to commit. However, the world is full of sin.
Then, there were the other issues. Jessica had what might be called a deformity, though it was just how she was made. Her nipples were incredibly large. Not so much wide as long and pointy, they were a constant inch long unaroused. Her breasts had begun to develop when she was only ten years old. By the time she was eleven, she had a respectable A cup on her tiny frame.
Then, there was her clitoris. It was simply huge. Her parents – mostly her mom since her dad changing her diaper would have been inappropriate by their way of thinking… or perhaps as an excuse for her dad not to have to change diapers – noticed it very early on. It just always seemed to be angry and unsheathed and poking up. At one point, they even asked the doctor if there was something wrong with it. But it was just a very unusual phenomenon.
Her deformities were deigned gifts from God, as was pretty much everything in her life.
Right at about 11 years old, not long after that birthday, tragedy struck Jessica’s life and it would then change forever. Jessica had been left at home to finish up some chores and studying, while her parents went out to a church luncheon. On the way home, there was a terrible accident and Jessica now found herself not only without parents, but soon without a home.
Because of their unusual belief system, her parents had never told Jessica about any other family. She didn’t know about uncles, aunts and cousins who all came to the funeral and several offered to take her in. At 11 years old, Jessica wasn’t really capable of making a decision like that. And, it turned out that it wouldn’t be necessary. The will drawn had been very specific on that point.
Her beliefs were sacred to her parents and thus the will, which attached to a respectable life insurance benefit, established that Jessica would be taken in only by a relative willing to raise her as God and her parents intended. Most of the parents’ siblings scoffed at the list of requirements. But, given the monthly sum to be paid to the adoptive relative, they found interest nonetheless.
The probate attorney and a panel of members of the church that they belonged to actually made the decision based upon a pre-made questionnaire. The highest score went to Jessica’s Aunt Chelsea. Jessica didn’t even know she had an Aunt Chelsea, the youngest of her mother’s siblings. She did her homework and got a miraculous result in the questionnaire. She even prepped her daughters for the actual inspection of living arrangements.
And thus, our series begins with Jessica packing her clothes, bidding her loving, departed parents goodbye and starting an interesting new chapter in her life with her Aunt Chelsea and her triplets, born reportedly from a rape in high school, Courtney, Chrystal and Cheri, all age 13, just two years older than Jessica.
“Well, this is it Jessica.” Aunt Chelsea smiled at the lovely preteen as she introduced her to her new home and family. Chelsea’s frame dwarfed that of little Jessica, who, though an early developer in many ways, still had to hit a few growth spurts to catch up in height to other girls her age. Chelsea was still holding up very well for a twenty-nine year old mother of three. At 5’8”, she weighed right about 125 pounds. She was slender, being sure to hit the treadmill at least three times a week to keep her pert body firm.
Jessica gazed at the foyer of the house, her new home. It had been months already since her parents passed, so she wasn’t crying constantly anymore. It wasn’t really a huge house, but compared to the rancher that she grew up in, it looked like a mansion to her wide eyes. “Wow,” was all Jessica could say as she took in the two story foyer.
Aunt Chelsea summoned her daughters and they came bouncing down the stairs into the entryway. They were triplets and looked it, identical in appearance. They all stood about six inches taller than Jessica’s diminutive 4’4” height. The triplets had long flowing white-blonde hair unlike Jessica’s light brown, wavier locks. There were no similarities in appearance really.
As the triplets came in to greet her, they paused, looking apprehensively at their new cousin/sister. They all had breasts developing, and they were probably not much smaller truly than their cousin, but on little Jessica, her growing buds looked huge. Not only that, but in the thin summer dress she wore, her nipples seemed so obvious, so evident, they thought the girl must be in a state of tremendous excitement. “Holy crap!” exclaimed Courtney, as the three sisters stood, staring at Jessica’s breasts.
Chelsea caught their stares and moved to immediately eradicate the situation. “Girls, this is your new sister Jessica. Jessica, these are your new sisters, Courtney, Chrystal and Cheri.” She pointed to each as she named them, though already Jessica had no idea how to tell the three apart. Growing uncomfortable herself with the stare down, Chelsea exhaled heavily. “Girls, go get Jessica’s bags out of the car and take them up to her room.”
As the three girls giggled to themselves outside, Jessica cringed as she heard, “Did you see those nips?” just before the front door closed.
Chelsea gave Jessica a tour of the house while the triplets lugged her suitcases up to the spare bedroom. It was a nice house in a nice neighborhood.
Jessica was very nice and sweet, and very quiet. Chelsea chalked her subdued nature up to the loss of her parents and after the tour was complete, led her to her new room where her cousins were busy going through her suitcases under the guise of putting everything away for her.
“Well, why don’t you four get to know each other and I’ll put on some dinner.” Chelsea told them as she hoped Jessica would open up a bit.
Jessica entered the room slowly and observed her three cousins busying themselves with her things, hanging dresses in the closet, folding skirts and shirts and putting them in the chest of drawers. They had pretty much finished unpacking when she got there.
“So, I guess we won’t be in the same grade,” offered Courtney to break the uncomfortable silence.
“What is school like?” Jessica nearly whispered.
“Oh, our school? It’s okay, I mean, when we aren’t cutting classes.” Cheri laughed.
Jessica came over and started unpacking her socks and stockings from one of the suitcases and put them in the top drawer. As she did, Chrystal asked, “Where are your underwear?” because they had not found a single bra or panty in all of her suitcases.
“I don’t wear them,” Jessica answered as if it were the most rational statement in the world.
“Never?” Courtney asked.
“No, it’s sinful…” then not wanting to be rude. “I mean, where I come from.”
The triplets giggled among themselves and sat on Jessica’s bed watching her put away her clothes.
“You know Jessica…” Courtney began, “You don’t seem to have much fashion sense.”
“Wha…” Jessica asked. “These are very nice clothes… aren’t they?” She felt unsure now.
“Well, yeah,” Courtney went on, “But they are all awfully long dresses and skirts. You are going to be very hot in California, we don’t exactly have cold winters here. Don’t you have anything above the knee?”
“Oh no.” Jessica replied. “Sight of the flesh inspires thirst for the flesh.” She smiled as if she were quoting some well known historian.
“Oh.” Cheri frowned. “Umm, why don’t you finish unpacking and we’ll be right back.” Cheri grabbed her sisters’ hands and led them out of the room into her bedroom for a private chat. They came up with a great plan that they thought could be a lot of fun for their new ‘sister.’
About a half hour later, they came back in smiling and sat down on the bed again as Jessica put her last suitcase into the floor of the closet.
“So Jessica, mom says you were home schooled.” Courtney began.
“Yes. I guess it will be different going to a real school.” Jessica looked excited and worried at the same time.
“Well, yeah. For one thing, there is the dress code, I mean for devout Christians.” Courtney purred.
“Oh?” Jessica replied.
“Yeah, you have to wear a Catholic uniform, I mean, we don’t, most of the kids don’t because we aren’t all Catholic and we don’t really consider ourselves devout though we do go to church every Sunday.” Cheri offered.
“I think I have one though, if you want to wear it to school. It’s up to you of course. I’m not sure that showing your devotion to God is the best thing to do in public school though. I mean, separation of Church and State and all that.” Chrystal expanded.
Jessica put a finger to her lip as if thinking about it a moment. “Well, I am always to be a witness for God, so if it means wearing something special to show I am His Lamb, I’ll happily do so!” She chirped.
“Alright, but it’s a bit different from your clothes. Are you sure?” Courtney asked. The girls all tried so hard to control their giggles and mostly succeeded.
“Yes, thanks so much. I would love it!” Jessica had sold herself on the idea and nothing would change her mind now.
“Okay,” Cheri replied, “I’ll get it.” And off she went to retrieve her Halloween costume from two years prior.
“So, what do you do when you have your period?” Courtney asked.
Jessica blushed, “What do you mean?”
“Well, since you don’t wear panties, how do you deal with your monthly visitor?” Courtney pressed, smiling innocently but loving the pink shade growing on Jessica’s cheeks.
“Oh, well, I don’t have my … umm… period yet.” Jessica whispered.
“Oh.” Courtney smiled. “Well, I suppose that will happen soon. You can wear adhesive pads. Of course, it’s easier with panties to hold them in place. I suppose you could wear a pad without them. We’ll have to see if that works.”
Jessica turned red in the face at that suggestion. “Umm okay.”
“Hold on I’ll get one.” Courtney smiled politely and burst into giggles at the astonished look on Jessica’s face as she exited the room.
“So, do your breasts ever hurt, I mean from not wearing a bra?” Cheri asked.
“Oh, not at all.” Jessica whispered. She was very naïve and trusting as she never had a reason not to be. But already today she had been asked more questions which she would consider of a personal nature than had ever been asked in her young life.
“Weird, I kind of like wearing a bra, especially for sports. What kind of sports do you play?” Cheri asked, dominating the conversation with her sisters scampering about.
“I don’t really… I mean, I never played any sports, just games at church like capture the flag or tag or duck duck goose.” Jessica perked up a bit when she answered this question. Cheri noticed the slightest of bulges in Jessica’s pubic region and wondered what it was. Jessica caught the stare and blushed again. “It’s my sindicator,” she whispered.
Cheri couldn’t help but laugh. “Your what?!”
Jessica looked confused, after all Cheri was a girl, surely she had one as well. All women did. “Don’t you have one?”
“I’m not sure, maybe we just call it something different, like soda is pop depending on where you live,” Cheri answered. Was she really talking about her clit? It seemed too amazing to be true. “Can I see it so I know what we are talking about?”
“Umm…” Jessica squirmed. “I don’t think… that is… I’m not sure I should, it’s kinda personal.”
“If it’s what I think it is, aren’t you supposed to have it checked to make sure it stays low? That you stay pure in thought?” Cheri suppressed a laugh, could this girl be that easily manipulated?
“Ummm. Well, Momma did from time to time, but… she was my momma.” Jessica whispered. Then she started to cry at her loss.
Cheri got up and hugged her tightly and let Jessica cry on her shoulder. Jessica welcomed the hug, loving the human contact after all the long months spent without any emotional support. With her hands on the small of Jessica’s back, Cheri pulled the poor girl tight and could have sworn she felt a small bump against her thigh, but shook the thought. “Hey Jess, I know it must be horrible to lose your folks like that. I don’t know what I would do if I lost my mom. We did lose our dad years ago, so I can kind of relate. But, we are going to be your family now. Courtney, Chrystal and I all want you to think of us as your real sisters. I know it’s not the same, but it’s something right?”
Jessica sobbed and leaned back a bit, looking into Cheri’s eyes with her own blurry, tear filled orbs. “Yes, thank you … umm…”
“Cheri.” The girl smiled.
“Sorry, you three look so identical it is hard to tell you apart.” Jessica smiled lightly.
“Yeah, it gives our teachers hell at school.” Cheri laughed softly. “Come on sit down.” And Cheri pulled her down to sit next to her.
The two girls sat facing towards each other. About that time, Courtney and Chrystal returned. “What did we miss?” Courtney asked, seeing Jessica’s red eyes.
“Nothing.” Cheri smiled. “We were just talking about our sindicators.” She giggled getting a blank look from both of her sisters.
“Would you like to show it to me Jess?” Cheri asked sweetly. “I mean, we are sisters now, you can see mine too if you want.”
Jessica looked constipated with indecision. “I guess… since you are my sister it would be okay.” And Jessica stood up, spreading her feet just a bit more than shoulder width apart and lifted her dress to the astonishment of all three of them. It was just the way Jessica used to show it to her mother when asked, so it seemed quite normal to her.
“Holy…” but holy what never escaped Chrystal’s mouth as Courtney elbowed her hard in the ribs.
What was ‘holy’ was the size of Jessica’s ‘sindicator’. The triplets all knew this to be her clitoris, but decided to play along with the premise drawn up by Jessica.
“So, are you thinking impure thoughts now?” Cheri asked.
Jessica lowered her dress and blushed a little. “No, it sometimes just warns me not to. I suppose talking about it might have made it go off a little.”
“Interesting.” Cheri replied. “Well, here is what mine looks like.” And Cheri stood up and pulled her skirt up and her panties down and held her lips apart like Jessica had done. It was a quite normal size clit, not pressing past the hood.
Jessica looked at Cheri’s clit with interest. “Yours is so much smaller isn’t it?”
Cheri moved closer. “Yes, I suppose you were special when you were born. Do you want to touch it?” She asked as Jessica kept staring at her tiny clit.
“Oh” Jessica blushed a bit. “I don’t know if that would be right. I mean… I’m not your…”
“Your mom used to check yours all the time didn’t she?” Chrystal jumped in. “Maybe if you had sisters it would have been like this.”
“Maybe.” Jessica answered quietly. She knelt down in front of Cheri and tentatively touched her clit. Cheri moaned softly through closed lips.
“Go ahead and play with it.” Cheri offered. “It’s okay. I don’t mind. I thought you were supposed to do this often.”
“Oh, not really that often.” Jessica smiled up at her as she placed her fingertip and thumb on opposite sides of Cheri’s clit and squeezed and pulled softly. “It feels kind of neat.” She offered as she continued to play with Cheri’s clit and Cheri moaned, knees shaking in growing excitement. “But I never got to check before, only to see my own when my mom would check it.”
Jessica went to withdraw her fingers, but Cheri grasped her wrist and held her there. “It’s okay.” Cheri said under labored breath. “I really don’t mind. Check it out some more.”
Jessica felt an odd uncomfortable feeling about doing this, but she was curious at the way Cheri’s sindicator had grown a little in her fingers. “I-it seems to be getting bigger.” Jessica whispered.
“Oh.” Cheri sighed as a wave of pleasure consumed her. “Almost there.”
Jessica looked at her ‘sister’ confused. ‘Almost where?’ she thought. Then Cheri bit her lip and moaned as an orgasm hit her.
“Okay, okay, stop now.” Cheri instructed Jessica as she continued to manipulate the now hypersensitive clit.
Jessica pulled her hand away. It was a little wet and she looked at it confused. Cheri fell onto the bed panting.
Courtney and Chrystal jumped in to keep the momentum running while Cheri recovered.
“That is just your reward.” Courtney giggled as Jessica looked appraisingly at the wetness on her hand. “It’s like God’s way of saying thank you for keeping Cheri from thinking sinful thoughts.”
Jessica looked puzzled. “I … huh?”
Chrystal thought she might bite a hole in her lip she was trying so hard not to laugh at the stupid girl.
“You didn’t know about that?” Courtney continued. “Wow, I thought your mom taught you all about it.”
Jessica frowned. “I don’t understand.”
Courtney feigned an exasperated sigh. “When you check a sindicator properly, God rewards you with a gift from the body. I thought you were a devout Christian. You should know this.”
Chrystal had to turn around to laugh, she couldn’t hold it back anymore. This just kept getting better.
Jessica let her head and shoulders slump over this new information. This seemed so wrong. Her mom had never taught her anything of the sort.
“Maybe it was because you weren’t ready yet to be God’s lamb,” Courtney continued. “I mean, you have to crawl before you walk. Perhaps she was waiting for you to get a little older.”
Jessica kept looking at the wetness on her hand. “Go ahead, taste it. It’s your reward after all. God would never give you a gift like that if he didn’t want you to have it.” Courtney was shaking with laughter of her own, but she did a great job of keeping her voice steady as if she were stating well known facts. “I mean, if you really learn to serve God’s will, he will reward you by letting you use your mouth, but you aren’t ready for that yet. Just use your hands for now. The rest will come in time.”
Jessica licked the wetness on her hand. It was tangy. Not unpleasant. Not sugary sweet like she would expect a gift from God to be, but not unpleasant. She licked again until the taste was just her hand.
“That’s a good lamb.” Courtney said and sat down next to her. “You know, it’s a shame that your mom never got to introduce you to being a teenager in God’s work. I suppose you could see a priest or something to continue your knowledge… or… no, that wouldn’t do at all.” She finished, leaving the other option as the forbidden fruit.
Jessica looked at Courtney with wide eager eyes. “What? What is it? Momma said that priests sometimes confuse the Bible when they interpret it. Is there a passage in the Bible that would tell me what to do now that I’m older?”
Courtney smiled at her. “I was going to suggest that we could further your education of the ways of God as your sisters. But, we aren’t fully indoctrinated in the church. But, really, that would be a lot of work. Between school and cheerleading and studying, to take the time to research the Bible with you and teach you about the ways of God… Well, it would be a lot of work for us and we would have to be learning as we taught to a degree. I mean, we aren’t much older than you.”
“Oh!” Jessica smiled widely. “Please! That would be so wonderful of you.”
Courtney just shook her head. “I told you it is a lot of time. Let’s just introduce you to the priest at church and let him help guide you.”
Jessica looked dejected. “I… but that is only once a week. Momma said every day should be spent in His service.”
Courtney smiled. “Yes, that is true. I don’t know, Jessica. I mean what if we tell you something wrong? Then you would go to the priest and he would disagree with us and it would confuse you. I think you better get all your spiritual guidance from one person instead of several people with mixed interpretations. Like at home, it was always your mom, right? You would never have questioned her to the priest would you?”
“I…” Jessica thought about her spiritual upbringing and she was always to bring any questions first to her mother. “No, of course not. I will be a good learner! I can. I promise I will only ask you if I have any questions.”
“You would have to do a lot of the housework so we could keep up with your training and planning your spiritual education.” Courtney said as if dismissing the thought. “I’m not sure I could really ask you to do all that.”
Chrystal left the room with a “I’ll be right back.” She couldn’t contain herself any longer and needed the solitude of her room to laugh out loud at her sister’s brilliance. She grabbed the one Bible in the house and opened it for the first time in years. She began flipping through pages. She got on her computer and perused internet references. She wondered how much they could get away with.
Cheri recovered and pulled her panties back up. She smiled and giggled as she listened to Courtney pulling the naïve girl in. This was going to be amazing. It would be like having a personal slave.
“I will!” Jessica exclaimed. “Please, I’ll do your chores if you continue my education.” Jessica offered. She was no stranger to housework, that wouldn’t even be a change except that there were more people in this house than hers.
“I don’t know.” Courtney frowned pensively. “What do you think Cheri?”
“I think she has the right attitude.” Cheri smiled. “Jessica, I will be proud to help you.”
Courtney rolled her eyes at her sister when Jessica turned to face Cheri beaming from ear to ear. “Okay, as long as Chrystal is in, I guess we will help you.”
Chrystal came in giggling with the Bible opened in her hand. “Job 31:1-3 I made a covenant with mine eyes; why then should I think upon a maid? For what portion of God is there from above? And what inheritance of the Almighty from on high? Is not destruction to the wicked? And a strange punishment to the workers of iniquity?”
Courtney and Cheri laughed inwardly, but then just looked straight out confused by the reading of the passage.
Jessica looked bright eyed up at Chrystal as she read from the holy book.
“It means that it is the wrong of the lusting person to look upon someone with lust. Like, it’s okay to wear short skirts and such, if your intentions are pure, if you are not doing it to cause lust. If you are not doing it because you want to have sex.”
Jessica frowned. This was quite contradictory to what she had been taught. “I don’t know Chrystal.” She whispered. “I mean, wouldn’t it be better to just not wear short skirts?”
Chrystal smiled. “Yes, but that is the easy way don’t you think?”
Jessica looked even more puzzled. Chrystal sighed purposefully. “Okay, so let’s say God didn’t want Eve to eat an apple from the Tree of Knowledge.”
Jessica looked up, familiar with the reference and attentive.
“Wouldn’t it have been quite simple to put that tree in outer space or somewhere she couldn’t even get to it? I mean, if he really didn’t want her to eat the apple, He could have just never created the tree right?”
Jessica nodded, following the logic, but her eyebrows were furrowed in thought.
“But that isn’t God’s design for us is it? He wants us to make choices to follow His will, not follow because there is no other way. If we didn’t have choices, what would we even sacrifice for Him?”
Jessica thought another second, then smiled. “That is true.”
“So, perhaps your mom had very good intentions in keeping you all covered up from head to toe, and maybe she even did the same to make you feel comfortable. But, when you got older and able to witness stronger for God, perhaps she would have taught you this lesson.”
“Maybe you are right.” Jessica smiled. “I never really thought about it that way. But, I don’t want to dress wantonly.”
“Of course not!” Chrystal exclaimed. “Then your thoughts would be impure and you would be doing it intentionally to tempt a boy into having sex with you! I do hope you aren’t like that Jessica! You are a virgin, right?”
Jessica was astounded that she would even think a thing like her not being a virgin. “Of course! I would never ever have sex until I am married to a proper man so that I can give him a child!”
Chrystal smiled. “Of course you wouldn’t. Jessica, don’t you see, this is why you should be more comfortable if you show a bit more of yourself. Your body is a beautiful gift from God. It isn’t something to hide away. You should never deprive people of freedom of choice.”
Jessica was silent for a moment, in deep thought. “Yes, that makes sense.” She looked up at Chrystal and smiled. “Thank you! You are a wonderful teacher.”
Chrystal smiled. “You are a wonderful student.” Courtney and Cheri gasped at what she did next. Chrystal pulled up her skirt and pulled down her panties. Jessica looked at her puzzled as she saw the girl’s pubic hair and the little crease between her legs.
Chrystal just stood there expectantly for a few moments of silence, smiling at her ingenuity. When Jessica and her sisters sat there stunned for what she guessed was long enough, she cleared her throat softly. They continued to watch her, Courtney and Cheri in excited anticipation of their sister’s next move, Jessica in confusion.
“It’s your reward for learning so quickly. Come get your gift from God.” Chrystal smiled at Jessica.
Jessica grinned then and crawled forward to kneel in front of her new sister. She reached her hand up and started playing with her sindicator like she had done for Cheri. Chrystal smiled and closed her eyes at the pleasant feeling. “Oh that feels so heavenly.” She sighed as Jessica played with her clit.
After a few minutes of moaning and quivering, Chrystal rewarded Jessica’s hand with wetness from her orgasm. Jessica did not hesitate to lick the gift from her wet hand. Chrystal pressed on. “You can get more of it if you wipe your hand all along the slit.” Jessica looked up confused. Chrystal took Jessica’s hand and wiped her pussy with the palm to get herself dry. Jessica licked her hand with a proud smile on her face. She was doing God’s work.
“Now pull my panties up.” Chrystal instructed, wanting to see how far she could push this girl. Jessica didn’t hesitate.
Courtney and Cheri gave their sister a big thumbs up and giggled with the possibilities. This was going to be amazing.
“Do you know how to sew?” Courtney asked Jessica as she settled back down on the floor facing them. It was so wonderful to have sisters.
“Yes, Momma taught me how to sew.” Jessica replied.
“Great!” Courtney exclaimed. “We have a sewing machine, but our mom never taught us to use it. Maybe you can teach us and we can fix some of your clothes to be more… umm… Christian?” She sought the term that she thought would get the best compliance.
“Sure, I’d be happy to help any way I can.” Jessica answered.
Then she looked confused for a moment. “Why, I mean…” she trailed off.
Courtney looked at her questioningly. “Go on Jessica, you can ask anything of us, we are your sisters.”
Jessica looked up at Courtney with a concerned look. “Well, I don’t understand why you all wear underclothes. You are more understanding of God’s will than the other kids I have met at Sunday School.”
Courtney smiled. “Well…” She paused, more to get her line of thinking straight than anything else. “You see Jessica, we are all trying to be more Christian like you. And you are learning things that we know, but don’t necessarily practice. It seems a bit odd I know, but I think you are a better Christian than us, even if we know more about it than you. We are great in theory, but not so much in practice.”
Jessica frowned. “Don’t you want to go to heaven?” It was definitely sinful to know God’s will and not follow it.
“Of course we do!” Courtney exclaimed. “You see, I think God put you here in our home for a very good reason. I think He wants us to earn our way to heaven by guiding you in His path. Wearing or not wearing underwear is not a sin either way is it? Nor will it get you in heaven will it?”
“No, but doesn’t it make your sindicator react by wearing silky underwear? Aren’t underwear designed to create lust?” Jessica returned.
“Well, yes, I suppose so. But, we were not brought up that way. Most people weren’t. They believe that underwear establishes modesty. So, I suppose we do it to fit in, so that we don’t get a lot of attention.”
“Do you think I should… umm start wearing underwear?” Jessica asked, not wanting to be considered unusual to her sisters.
“No! Absolutely not!” Courtney exclaimed. “You are a proud and brave Christian, Jessica. You should never feel out of place for your beliefs. If you start giving in to something because everyone else is doing it, what next? You might be fornicating! Or committing any number of sins!”
Jessica frowned as she took in what her cousin said.
“Look, Jessica, I wear this cross around my neck on a chain.” Courtney showed Jessica the cross she had received at confirmation. “Do you have one of these?”
“No.” Jessica replied, wondering if she should have one.
“Well, see that is like you going without underwear. We all have our testaments to our faith and devoutness to God. Just because the symbols are different, doesn’t make them any less valid. Your cross is your lack of panties or bras. It is a very profound statement that you make for being God’s lamb. You should absolutely never wear any underwear. It would be like me throwing my cross in the trash!”
“Oh.” Jessica smiled. That made sense.
Courtney smiled and stood up and lowered her panties. Jessica smiled. She had deserved another treat from God. She was really going to love it here!
After Courtney had her orgasm and Jessica eagerly wiped it up with her hand and licked the remnants away, the sisters were sated for the moment. They retrieved their mom’s sewing machine, which was actually a relic from their great grandmother and had never been used in the house and set it in Jessica’s room.
They went through like designers, cutting and tearing away over half of the fabric of Jessica’s clothes and then setting her to work to sew new seams in the bottoms, tops and sides. They measured her with a tape and then intentionally sheared off everything to rest at a few inches below her butt. As Jessica sewed, she hummed hymns to herself, not even taking notice of the shortness of the garments, just working constantly as they gave her one thing after another to sew. They had gotten through about half of her clothes when their mom called them down for dinner.
Jessica still wore her long dress as they descended the steps and the four girls interacted at the table. Chelsea smiled at how well her daughters had taken in their meal ticket. The thought crossed her mind that this was indeed in everyone’s best interest.
After dinner, Jessica happily cleaned the dishes and table while Chelsea relaxed with a glass of wine. “You are a wonderful help Jessica.” She smiled at her ‘niece.’ “It’s so wonderful to have you here with us. I do hope you are fitting in well with the girls.”
“Oh, I think I will like it here very much Aunt Chelsea.” Jessica replied as she washed the dishes. Her dress became wet at her efforts and clung to her front. Chelsea couldn’t help but notice the girl’s nipples pressing out like flag posts. She just shook her head. “No bras,” she muttered. This girl was going to get a lot of attention in school.
Once the dishes were dried and put away, Jessica went upstairs where her cousins were all doing homework. “Hey Jessica.” Cheri smiled as she noticed the girl coming up the steps. “We are doing homework if you want to see what we are studying.”
Jessica smiled at the invitation and went into the room. “What are you studying?”
“Math.” Cheri answered. “Well, Algebra actually. You know Algebra?” Cheri was laying on her belly with her book open working on a homework sheet. From the door where she stood, Jessica could see Cheri’s pink panties through her spread legs under the short skirt. Cheri patted the bed next to her and Jessica laid down beside her, glad to get away from that view.
Jessica looked at the work that Cheri was doing and was well past this material in her home schooling. Cheri was quite pleased and surprised to get all the help that Jessica happily offered. In about a half hour, Cheri had finished what usually took her about an hour or more to complete.
“Thank you Jessica! That was great.” Cheri leaned over and kissed Jessica on the lips.
Jessica withdrew her head quickly, the feeling of her cousin’s kiss gave her a very weird feeling. She had never been kissed by anyone but her mom and dad before. It felt very different to kiss her cousin. Her mouth hung open slightly in surprise and confusion at the way it made her feel.
“You okay, Jessica?” Cheri giggled at the girl’s expression.
“Umm. Yeah.” Jessica lied, not wanting to offend her cousin.
“It’s okay, ya know. We are sisters now. Courtney, Chrystal and I kiss on the lips all the time. It didn’t make you think bad things did it?” The kissing on the lips with her sisters wasn’t really true, but Cheri loved seeing how far she could push her naïve cousin.
“It… felt weird.” Jessica replied uncomfortably.
“I better check your sindicator.” Cheri offered. “Just to be sure. I mean if you are a lesbian or something weird like that, you might have a big problem with God.”
“I… I’m not a lesbian!” Jessica insisted. Her tone was incredulous that Cheri could even suggest such a thing. She was a Christian, not some kind of miscreant.
“Then what is the problem? We are cousins, practically sisters. A little kiss on the lips shouldn’t be an issue for a straight girl, even if we weren’t related.” Cheri explained.
Jessica was getting very upset with the allegations that her cousin was making.
“Cheri, I am quite certain that I am not a lesbian,” Jessica answered sternly.
“I’m sorry Jessica, I didn’t mean to insult you, but if you aren’t it surely seems like you would not have a problem with me proving it,” Cheri replied, a bit crossly.
“What’s wrong?” Courtney inquired, sticking her head into the room, having heard the raised voices down the hall.
“Nothing,” Cheri pouted.
“Nothing,” Jessica flatly replied.
Both of them had their arms crossed over their chest and looked pointedly away from each other.
“Well, clearly something is wrong,” Courtney continued, sitting between them on the bed. “What happened Jessica?”
“Cheri thinks I’m a lesbian!” Jessica nearly shouted incredulously.
“Really? Why would she think that?” Courtney asked, turning to see Cheri smile and then wipe it quickly from her face when Jessica turned toward them.
“I kissed her Courtney, and she acted like I was trying to fuck her or something,” Cheri answered in mock anger.
“Is that true Jessica? Did she just kiss you and you got weirded out?” Courtney asked.
“Yes, I guess. It’s just… I’ve never kissed anyone but my mom or dad.” Jessica answered.
“Well, yeah, you didn’t have sisters,” Courtney replied. “You do now. Unless you think we are too close. Maybe we should be more like distant cousins. I suppose it was too much of us to think of you as a fourth sister. Look at me and Cheri.” Courtney frowned before she did it while facing Cheri, but knowing the payoff, she calculated that it was well worth it.
Courtney took Cheri’s face in her hands and kissed her lips, not only did they kiss, but Jessica could see them using their tongues to kind of lick each others’ lips. They closed their eyes and pretended it was anyone else they were kissing and were soon making out, French kissing each other like lovers would.
After a few minutes that seemed like agonizing hours to Jessica’s open mouth and wide eyes, they stopped kissing.
“Did that excite you Cheri?” Courtney asked, coming out of her breathlessness.
“Nope, you?” Cheri giggled.
“See for yourself,” Courtney answered, standing up, lowering her panties and raising her skirt.
Cheri flashed an angry glare at her sister, but quickly realized the show’s intended consequence and knelt down to touch her sister’s clit for the first time ever. She would get payback, she was sure.
“Nothing.” Cheri smiled up at her.
“You sure?” Courtney asked, giggling.
“Yes!” Cheri answered, pulling her hand away as Courtney went to grasp her wrist.
Courtney turned to Jessica then. “See, and Cheri and I know each other’s sindicator’s very well since we have been touching and examining them all our lives. So, what’s the problem?”
Jessica looked like she would cry. Courtney wrapped her up in a hug. The tears started to fall and she shook with her head on Courtney’s shoulder. “There, there, Jessie,” Courtney whispered. “I’m sorry. We take a lot of things for granted because we have been doing them all our lives. We forget that you never had sisters. But we really do want you to know that even though we’ve only met today, we do consider you our sister and will treat you like one, unless that isn’t what you want.”
“Oh, I do… It’s just that, it felt so weird. I’m sorry.” Jessica sobbed.
“It’s okay little lamb.” Courtney smiled patting her head. “But, I think you owe Cheri a real apology. You hurt her feelings.”
Jessica sniffed and looked at Cheri though puffy eyes. “I’m sorry Cheri.”
“Not like that lamb.” Courtney sighed. “You never had to learn to apologize did you?” She winked hard at Cheri to keep quiet and wait for it. Courtney was the most devious of the three sisters, always stood out as a bit of a leader if they had one. She thought faster and perhaps a little dirtier.
Jessica shook her head no. “I always obeyed my parents and God.”
“Of course you did.” Courtney smiled. “This is all so new to you. Maybe this isn’t right. I mean, being subjected to so much all at once. Perhaps you should talk to the priest after all. I’m not sure it is fair for me to push you into this, and yet, if I don’t, I fear I’d be disobeying God’s will.” Courtney frowned.
“No!” Jessica exclaimed. “Please, I’ll do better. Tell me what to do please.” She knelt down in front of Cheri. “I’m sorry Cheri, I was just surprised. Please forgive me.”
Courtney mouthed words to Cheri, “Follow my lead.” And shook her head no.
“No, you aren’t doing …” Cheri sighed. “It’s like teaching a baby. She just doesn’t know,” she said to Courtney, having no clue where Courtney was going, but eager to find out.
“Well, maybe we should show her. Let’s pretend you owe me an apology.” Courtney grinned maliciously at her sister.
Cheri growled, but agreed to whatever surprise this was going to be. “Just stand over there, Jess.” Cheri pointed to the wall and stood up to follow Courtney’s lead.
“Okay.” Courtney smiled. “Thanks for this demonstration, sis. I guess next time you owe me an apology we will call it paid ahead.”
Courtney sat on the end of the bed and hand motioned to Cheri to drop her skirt and panties. Cheri’s eyes recognized what she meant, but her mouth dropped and eyes went wide. She started to shake her head ‘no,’ but a glare from Courtney with a swipe of the eyes towards Jessica made her bite her tongue.
Red faced, not at being bottomless in front of her sister, who had seen her naked a million times, but at being so in front of Jessica and knowing she was going to be over her sister’s knee for the first time ever, Cheri lowered her skirt and panties and facing away from Jessica, she climbed over Courtney’s knees. She bit back the urge to punch her sister in the face.
“How sad do you feel Cheri? How much will atone for your actions?” Courtney asked with her hand raised above her sister’s naked butt.
“One?” asked Cheri.
Courtney giggled. “At least pretend you did something to deserve and require my forgiveness.”
Cheri growled. “Okay, let’s say I borrowed your skirt without permission. Five because I returned it in the same condition as I borrowed it.”
“Okay, count them out.” Courtney grinned and holding back not much, she smacked her sister’s ass so loud the sound made Jessica jump and left a pink handprint on Cheri’s ass. Cheri, not expecting the severity of the attack, reflexively went to get up and pounce on her sister, but a hand on her back held her down and rubbed softly. Cheri bit her lip and said, “One princess sister.” She wasn’t sure where that came from, but she figured she should milk this for the upcoming joy of being in Courtney’s place.
SMACK! Rang the next slap of Courtney’s hand on her other cheek. Cheri’s ass involuntarily jumped away, but she stayed in place and answered, “Two princess sister.”
Three more times Courtney smacked her sister’s ass hard enough to leave a mark. Three more times Cheri counted ending in princess sister and there were indeed tears in her eyes from the pain of the slaps, but she bore it, knowing the end goal would be worth what she had to endure now.
When the fifth slap was administered, Courtney softly rubbed the globes of her sister’s ass. “Jessica, be a doll and hand me that lotion off the dresser.” Courtney instructed as she rubbed her sister’s ass. Jessica, her jaw still wide open as her eyes, stumbled to the dresser and got the requested lotion, handing it to Courtney. “Just squeeze a bit out on her ass. You can rub it in if you like. It helps to soothe the sting away.” Courtney smiled at her.
Soon, Cheri was having trouble staying still for a whole other reason as Courtney instructed Jessica how to rub the lotion all over her ass, even down the crease of her cheeks and over her anus. She even showed Jessica how to circle Cheri’s butt hole with her finger and push at it gently for five counts, like the five counts of the swats on her ass. Then, swatting her sister’s thigh to the side, she reached between her legs and pulled softly on her clit five times. Cheri shivered in excitement.
Courtney then slid her hand up the length of Cheri’s pussy and grinned that there was moisture there. It wasn’t an orgasm, but definitely excitement. Then she took her hand and presented it to Cheri’s face. Cheri had sobbed softly at the discovery of her excitement over her sister’s knee, now she shuddered openly at the line of clear fluid on her sister’s hand being pressed to her face.
“See, how she gets to enjoy her own gift from God as reward for her apologies.” Courtney whispered to Jessica. And Cheri, with a tear dripping off her nose, extended her tongue to lick the excitement from her sister’s hand.
Unceremoniously, Courtney then directed Cheri to the floor and lifted her own skirt and dropped her panties. She looked Cheri sternly in the eyes and with a quick flicker, stuck out her tongue licking the air upward. Cheri shook her head no. Surely, she would not eat her sister out!
Courtney rolled her eyes and pointedly towards Jessica.
Cheri cringed, holding in her anger for a later revenge on Courtney and placing her hands on Courtney’s thighs, shoved her face into her sister’s pussy.
“You can’t see this part Jessica, but she is now going to push her tongue into my pussy hole five times and then twirl her tongue around my sindicator five times to signify her happiness to offer the apology.
Cheri did nothing. She figured Jessica couldn’t see anything so Courtney could just pretend. Courtney disagreed, she grabbed Cheri by the hair, spread her legs around her face and shoved her face into her pussy. “One.” Courtney half-moaned.
She held Cheri’s face up against her pussy hard. “You really have to stick your tongue out far Jessica, it should probably hurt a little at first, because you aren’t used to it. But for an offense of the tongue, as you hurt Cheri’s feelings, a recompense must be offered of the tongue.” And she would not release her struggling sister until Cheri, with tears of humiliation, pushed her tongue into her own sister’s pussy as deep as she could.
Courtney pulled her sister’s head in again and Cheri, wanting this over as soon as possible, shoved her tongue into her sister’s hole. “Two.” Courtney moaned and was faster to release her sister’s face this time.
Courtney loved the sight of her sister’s blonde head slapping between her thighs. She hadn’t planned this ever to happen, but the opportunity was so delicious, she couldn’t resist. She laughed to herself that sure, Cheri would be furious at her, but would later thank her when Jessica was tonguing their cunts.
Cheri on the other hand, was torn between anger and utter humiliation. She was crying a river of real tears for allowing her sister to use her to orally please herself. She knew it was to get Jessica to do these things in the long run, but she couldn’t believe she had her tongue in her own sister’s pussy. It was nearly enough to make her wretch.
“Three,” groaned Courtney as she held Cheri’s face until her sister’s tongue darted out once more.
On the count of “four” Courtney actually rolled her hips forward to force more of her sister’s tongue inside her.
On “five” Courtney nearly came, not from the short stimulation as much as the sadistic pleasure of her sister’s tears.
Courtney panted as she released Cheri’s hair. “And…” Courtney caught her breath. “Now, she will take back her wrong by circling my sindicator five times counter clockwise with her tongue. If God agrees that this was apology enough, He will reward her with His gift. If not, she can either present herself for apology again or perform an act on His behalf and to acknowledge that she is wrong before Him.”
Cheri wept and shook softly as she extended her tongue with the intent of bringing her cruel sister to orgasm. She had no idea where else Courtney would take this show, but she did not want to find out what ‘God might want her to do to prove his devotion.’ And with a shaking tongue sliding counter clockwise around her clit, it was that Courtney had her very first sister-induced orgasm that night in front of Jessica. Cheri shuddered as she stuck her tongue into the folds of her sister’s pussy and licked the juices of her orgasm into her mouth. Courtney’s orgasm continued on as her sister sucked it down like a dog.
Jessica was absolutely breathless. “Whh…” She stammered, unable to even think of what to say to this demonstration for her behalf.
Courtney looked up and realized she was enjoying tormenting her sister too much and needed to quickly regain control of Jessica. “So.” She gasped a breath. “Thanks for the demonstration Cheri, you get to borrow my skirt tomorrow, paid in advance of course. Just don’t mess it up or there will be more apology needed.” She giggled at her sister.
“I just need to go to the bathroom.” Cheri tried to keep her voice smooth as if this were totally normal. She turned away from the two and let herself bawl as she exited the room and went into the bathroom to brush her teeth, spit a lot, maybe vomit if she could.
“So, you see what it’s like to be a sister around here.” Courtney giggled, pushing Jessica’s chin up to close her mouth. “I’m guessing that is quite a bit different than you expected.”
Jessica just shook her head yes.
“Well, what do you think?” Courtney asked as she put a hand on Jessica’s shoulder.
Jessica stared blankly at her.
“Do you want to be our sister or cousin? It’s your choice of course, but I think if you can’t handle the sister relationship, teaching you about being a teenager in God’s service is out for us. I mean, this is very normal for us and if you aren’t going to participate in the pleasures and punishments to learn how to behave, there is really little point in going forward.”
Jessica gulped. “Sh.sh.she used her mouth, down there.”
“Yes.” Courtney answered matter of factly. “So? It’s all part of the body God created. Why is that any different than say an earlobe? Or neck? Or finger? Or lips? Or any other part?” Courtney gently touched Jessica on each of these places as she said them.
“I’ll tell you what,” Courtney said, stepping back and sitting on the bed. “Why don’t you go to bed and we will pretend this never happened.” Courtney sighed and leaned back on her arms. She looked across the room away from Jessica as if dismissing her, but she could watch her in the mirror.
Jessica trembled. She wanted so much to be more grown up in her service to God. But, she couldn’t ever remember her mother doing any of these things. And wouldn’t her mom have told her that these changes were coming so soon in her devotion to God? She was so confused. But something just seemed right. She felt a glow in her body. It was an excitement, not a revulsion as she might have expected. She could feel God’s presence, even as Courtney had spanked her sister.
Mind not fully made, she began to fidget with her long dress. Courtney smiled at the image in the mirror.
Cheri, in the bathroom, was torn between forcing herself to vomit and just accepting it. She ran cold water and brushed her teeth and tongue thoroughly. It wasn’t like her sister tasted repugnant as much as it was her sister being repugnant. She washed her face and blew her nose repeatedly, trying to erase any sign that she had been bawling her eyes out. But each time she looked in the mirror, the wave of revulsion at what she had done hit her again and she shook and cried.
Jessica slowly made up her mind and knew it must be right. The warmth she felt inside as she lifted her dress higher seemed to be a definite encouragement from God that she was on His path. “Always follow your heart,” her mother would say. “When God is pleased, your body, the body that He created, will know it. You will feel no fear or shame while you serve His will.”
And as she pulled the dress up over her cute bubble butt and laid over Courtney’s lap, Jessica felt no shame, only a glow of happiness. Courtney nearly drooled on the tiny bubble butt facing her.
SMACK! The sound of flesh on flesh rang through the upstairs and Cheri was stirred from her internal conflict. She looked up, wide eyed at her reflection. That bitch sister was stealing her apology! She splashed water in her face again, hoping to cool the blotchy look of her face. She heard then footsteps running past down the hall.
The first smack, much louder than the one she had given her sister, hadn’t only been heard by Cheri. Chrystal, who had been focusing on her own homework through a closed door, heard the slap as well and rushed out to see what she was missing.
The sound had even flown down the stairs and while sipping a third glass of wine and celebrating her new meal ticket with a joint she had hidden for just such an occasion, Chelsea muttered as she put the end of the bud out on an ash tray, and waved the room to clear the smoke. She put it back in it’s hiding place and ‘SMACK’, another sound as if of a very hard slap quickened her as much as she could with two and a half glasses of wine and a few hits of marijuana.
“Owww.” Jessica sobbed, her ass stinging so badly. “It hurts so much.”
Courtney laughed, but not audibly. “You wouldn’t learn much if it tickled.”
“Two princess sister,” she whispered.
SMACK!
“Can I help?” Chrystal smiled from the doorway. She licked her lips a the delightful sight of Jessica bent over her sister’s knee.
“Th-three princ-princess sister,” Jessica whimpered. Her ass was burning so hot. She wondered how Cheri had endured such pain.
“Sure.” Courtney grinned. “Bring the lotion and close the door before we wake up the neighbors.”
SMACK!
“F-F-Four princess sister.” Jessica cried.
Chrystal practically jumped towards the lotion, so eager to get over there to see how red that white ass must be. Just as she was closing the door.
“What are you girls…” The question went unfinished as Chelsea’s jaw dropped open. There was her daughter with their ward bare-assed over her knee, accepting a spanking like it was the most normal thing in the world.
Courtney looked up at her astonished mom’s face and willed her to act normal. She wasn’t sure if she was about to get into huge trouble, but at this point, there was no backing out. SMACK! Rung through the room as she brought her hand down again and made a shushing face, unsure if her mom would heed it or yank her up off the bed and she would soon be seeing the floor from her mom’s knee.
“F-five princess sister.” Jessica cried.
Chelsea looked even more shocked. She stood there, and leaned against the door, unsure what to do. Her mind was buzzing and she wasn’t certain if she was angry, impressed or suddenly … a little turned on. She decided to hold her breath for a moment.
Cheri, meanwhile, felt cleaned up enough to get her due from Jessica and ream her sister a new one for stealing her ‘apology.’ She came stomping out of the bathroom and down to see her mom standing in the hall, looking in as she heard.
SMACK!
“Six princess sister.”
Anger and embarrassment fought. What could she say in front of her mother? That she had eaten her sister’s pussy so that Jessica would eat hers and now Courtney was stealing her orgasm? How ridiculous would that sound? She stopped her stomping feet as her mom looked back wide-eyed in her direction.
She struggled, biting her lip so hard she thought it might have bled a little and forced her lips into a smile. Seeing her smile, her mom did not smile back, but turned to watch Courtney again.
SMACK!
“Seven princess sister,” came the answering sob.
Cheri walked up with curiosity, knowing full well what she would see and stood next to her mom, thwarted in her desire to throat punch Courtney.
There was her other sister, Chrystal, sitting next to Courtney holding the bottle of lotion. Cheri wondered what number the two had agreed would be sufficient.
SMACK!
“Eight princess sister,” cried Jessica.
Courtney looked up to see her sister Cheri had returned and looked torn between furious and excited. She smirked at her when she got her attention as she brought her hand down again.
SMACK!
“N-N-Nine princess sister.”
SMACK!
“Ten princess sister.”
Courtney laid her hand on the red, quivering buttocks. The heat of it was incredible. A malicious smile creased her lips as she leaned in towards Jessica’s head and whispered. “Your other two sisters and your aunt are all here. You should thank them for watching you apologize.” And she squeezed Jessica’s ass as she waited for the girl to speak.
“I…” Jessica moaned as Courtney tugged her ass cheek, spreading it so her ass and pussy were stretched slightly. “Thank you sisters and Aunt Chelsea for watching my apology.”
“Good little lamb,” Courtney giggled.
SMACK!
“Eleven princess sister.”
In her drunk and high state, Chelsea felt a heat flowing from her groin throughout her body. She had only thought of this as an opportunity for free money. Now, her daughter – her thirteen year old daughter! – was finding a whole other advantage to this situation that she had never even considered. “Good God,” she whispered, her body shaking as if slapped with pleasure.
“Yes, Good God, God is Good,” answered Courtney to her mom’s louder than expected whisper.
SMACK!
“Twelve princess sister.”
Chelsea stared in open mouthed amazement as her daughter continued to lead this incredible scene of debauchery. Had she known what would follow the final smack on the poor girl’s ass, she might have stopped it long before that happened.
Cheri was fuming. She so wanted to be delivering these smacks, though she knew she would never have hit poor little Jessica as hard as Courtney was doing right now. She was inwardly thankful that Courtney had been merciful when smacking her own ass five times. Jessica’s ass was far redder than Cheri imagined her own could be.
SMACK!
“Thirteen princess sister.”
Chrystal couldn’t wait to see what happened next. She watched each hard slap on Jessica’s red ass with amazement and took in her breath as the skin turned darker with each swat of her sister’s hand.
SMACK!
“Fourteen princess sister.”
Courtney was feeling quite proud of herself. She had not only Jessica’s little ass at her whim, but she was thinking of how she could use the naïve little slut to control even her own mom. Cheri would never cross her now that she had eaten at the Y. Chrystal would be better to be kept a step above Cheri so she could leverage that position. Her mom. That was going to be tricky. She’d just have to see how this played out.
SMACK!
“Fifteen princess sister,” Jessica sobbed.
Her ass felt like it was on fire. She was startled when Courtney enlightened her that her sisters and mom were watching, but she could have sworn she felt a sort of soothing and internal heat as she was told and so, it must have been the will of God to have them witness her apology. She thought she had handled it very well, but was so very glad that fifteen was the final blow as her ass truly did feel on fire with pain.
As with Cheri earlier, Courtney pushed Jessica’s outside leg over to the side to hang beneath her, opening her thighs to the treasures within. She motioned to Chrystal, who was soon squirting lotion onto Jessica’s red ass cheeks.
It was cool and quickly cooling the heated flesh. Jessica sighed at the relief provided by the lotion and the hands now rubbing it softly into her ass.
As Jessica closed her eyes and sighed in the ease of pain in her ass, Courtney directed Chrystal’s hand into circles that not only smoothed the tender flesh, but gently massaged it and together they timed the outward strokes of her cheeks to part them and expose her rosebud to their sight. Chrystal grinned at Courtney as they could not only feel, but hear Jessica falling into a sensual relaxation. Upon the fifteenth circle with their hands, after they had gotten their timing synchronized, Courtney guided Chrystal’s finger to the crinkled hole of Jessica’s ass.
Jessica gasped as the digit pressed. She had forgotten everything that was to follow the spanking and now it came to her.
Unlike the gentle prodding with her sister Cheri, Courtney pushed Chrystal’s wrist forward until the finger actually entered Jessica’s asshole. She pushed forward and Jessica gasped louder in surprise as she was penetrated to the second knuckle of Chrystal’s hand. Courtney then slowly pulled back until only the tip of her sister’s finger was embedded in Jessica’s ass.
“That’s one,” Courtney whispered sultrily to Jessica and likewise to Chrystal who had not been there to witness Cheri’s demise. “Just fourteen to go.” And she grasped and pushed Chrystal’s hand all the way to the hand up Jessica’s virgin little butthole.
Courtney drove Chrystal’s hand for another two strokes and then let her finish alone as she traced her finger tips around the still heated flesh of Jessica’s plump cheeks. She then grasped the two cheeks in her hands and separated them so she and her sister could easily watch Chrystal’s finger sliding in and out of the tiny little hole in Jessica’s ass.
Chrystal was loving the feeling of Jessica’s little butt muscles squeezing against her finger as it fucked in and out of her. She was smiling and watching between her sister, who she had a new respect for and Jessica’s asshole, which was so cute and tight.
Jessica was in another world. She knew that the girl was just pushing against her anus, tapping it gently like Courtney had shown her on Cheri, yet it felt like the finger was driving all the way inside her and penetrating her ass. It was driving her mind into wild thoughts and she thought at any moment she would lose her sanity. She was panting and could not hear it herself, but she was moaning aloud.
Then, she felt it. The presence of God like she had never felt it before. A warmth began to flow through her body and she shuddered as it built in heat and strength and ran through her entire body. “God, I feel you,” she whimpered and on the ninth stroke up her virgin ass, Jessica had her very first orgasm.
Courtney saw the shaking and recognized it before anyone else. She slipped her hand between Jessica’s legs and pushed up against her pussy, allowing the wetness of her orgasm to seep into her cupped hand.
But Chrystal did not stop and by the fourteenth inward fuck of her finger up Jessica’s ass, a second orgasm followed the first, such that Courtney’s hand was actually cupping a quite visible mouthful of ejaculate. And as Chrystal thrust in a fifteenth time, Courtney gave Jessica’s little pussy a rub and held it tight as Jessica mindlessly writhed in pleasure over her lap.
With her free hand, Courtney held Chrystal’s wrist for a moment until she got her attention and motioned to her to leave her finger deeply imbedded up Jessica’s ass. Then she slid her hand, cupped to pool the liquid ejaculate, out from between Jessica’s legs and to her face. “God rewards you greatly,” she whispered, and could hardly contain her laughter as she felt the little girl’s tongue lapping at her hand.
Chelsea was so horny, like she hadn’t been for a very long time. She considered running to her room to take out her vibrator for some fun, but couldn’t bear to miss the rest of her devious daughter’s show.
Cheri was sweating and breathing heavy. She could feel her own juices flowing down her legs. She hated herself for leaving earlier. This was supposed to be her, not Courtney. She was so turned on… and so mad.
When Courtney was sure that Jessica was getting nothing more than salty skin taste from her palm, she stopped and pushed Jessica’s right leg out to dangle from her hip. Jessica trembled, suddenly remembering what was next.
Chelsea moved into the room and into a position to better see the exposed cunt of her ‘niece.’
Courtney motioned to Cheri to cup her hands together under Jessica’s pussy. She had a feeling there would be plenty of fluid from God to feed her. Cheri shook her head no at first, wanting no part of following Courtney’s orders, but when Courtney smirked at her and started to turn to Chrystal, she found herself suddenly in the room and kneeling with her hands cupped under Jessica’s spread legs.
Then Courtney, to the gasp of her mother, Chrystal and Jessica, grasped the girl’s clit and tugged softly downward. Jessica’s body shook and she came with that first pull. Cheri soon had a respectable pool of the juice in her hands. And that was only the first of fifteen tugs.
Chelsea slumped against the wall and let herself fall to sit on the floor, hardly able to believe in the few short hours since Jessica had arrived, her daughter had managed to turn the ultra-religious timid girl into an unbelievable slut. She was panting as she watched Courtney tug down a second time and Jessica squirming on her lap.
“Jessica, are you counting sister?” Courtney whispered. “I believe that is one?”
Jessica panted heavily. “Oh… one princess sister.”
Courtney patted her ass softly with her other hand. “Good girl.” And she tugged a third time.
“Twooooooooooo princess sister.” Jessica moaned.
“Do you feel the heat of God within you?” Courtney whispered loud enough for all to hear as she tugged again.
“Threeeee princess sister. Yes princess sister,” Jessica babbled.
“You are definitely special to him. He rewards you so much more than he does Cheri or Chrystal or I.” Courtney tugged again.
“F-f-f-fourrr princess sister.”
“I think you may need to stop to drink of His gift before this part is over.” Courtney giggled and tugged again.
“FIVE SISTE PRINCESS SISTER!” Jessica nearly shouted as her hips shook and a long stream of hot ejaculate dripped from her pussy into Cheri’s cupped hands.
“Feed her God’s gift,” Courtney said to her sister. And Cheri pressed her cupped hands to Jessica’s lips. Jessica might have been dying of thirst the way she sucked and lapped at her own cum from Cheri’s hands until it was lapped dry save from her own saliva.
“Six princess sister,” Jessica moaned in the midst of drinking as Courtney tugged again.
Jessica came again on the ninth tug and once more on the thirteenth. The fourteenth and fifteenth left her panting and in heavy need of a completing tug, but it was not to be. She was given another cupped hands full of her own cum to drink and she did so gladly and happily. Finally, this part at least was over. Courtney helped Jessica down to her knees and her dress fell back into place, covering her naked ass.
Courtney looked at her mom. Chelsea was breathing roughly in the corner. She looked very mesmerized. “I wonder,” Courtney thought aloud.
“Last part.” Courtney smiled down at Jessica as she lifted her skirt and lowered her panties. “You remember what to do Jessica?”
Jessica looked up at the exposed pussy and had a frightened look on her face.
“What’s wrong sister?” Courtney asked.
“I … I never felt like that … ever,” Jessica whispered.
“Isn’t God great?” Courtney smiled as she reached forward and pulled Jessica’s face to her pussy.
“One.” Courtney counted aloud as Jessica’s tongue pierced her cunthole.
Courtney just grabbed the girl by the ears and fucked herself with her tongue and face. Cunt juice was dripping down Jessica’s face and chin as Courtney slid her quim all over the girl’s face. She kept counting though each time the tiny tongue penetrated her pussy hole.
Chelsea was resisting the urge to finger fuck herself right there in front of her daughters. She was subconsciously rubbing her ass and even her pussy, against the floor by rotating her hips back and forth.
Chrystal was watching in awe, looking forward to her turn some day soon.
Cheri was sitting back wishing it was her getting eaten instead of Courtney.
Jessica was tongue fucking Courtney with all the happy enthusiasm of one who truly believed it was God’s will that she do the absolutely best job she possibly could. And though she was truly novice, by the twelfth stroke of her face into Courtney’s pussy, Courtney flooded her mouth with orgasm. And Jessica slurped it up noisily.
After the fifteen tongue fucks, Jessica was guided to Courtney’s clit where she circled it counter clockwise with her tongue fifteen times. On the last circle, Courtney pretended to slip forward and smashed her cunt into Jessica’s face, forcing another cum into the girl’s mouth.
As Jessica lapped up God’s gift once more, Courtney smiled at her. “You did great little lamb. God certainly did reward you for your efforts, didn’t He?”
Jessica stopped slurping and smiled with cum splattered on her face and hair. “Yes Courtney. He definitely did.”
“Off to bed with you now, sweet sister. Tomorrow is another day. You need plenty of rest if you wish to do God’s work.” Courtney smiled. Jessica stood up and scampered off to her room, joyous of the religious experiences she had just had.
When Jessica had left, Cheri shut the door behind her as Courtney instructed.
“Courtney.” Chelsea struggled to her feet. The thoughts whirring through her brain were too many to focus. “We will need to talk about this tomorrow. I need to go to bed.”
“Sure mom.” Courtney smiled. “I love you. Sweet dreams.”
When their mom left and shut the door behind them, Chrystal leaned over and gave Courtney a bear hug. “Best idea ever. You are an absolute genius.” Then she got up and went to her room to go to bed.
And then there was Cheri. She locked the door and stared at her sister angrily. “I am so angry at you …”
Courtney just smiled at her and smirked a little. “Sit down.”
“You are not the boss of me,” Cheri whispered very loud.
“Actually, “ Courtney smiled malevolently, “I am. I mean, unless you want mom and Chrys and well, half the school to know that you went down on your own sister?”
Cheri blanched, her mouth opened to speak, but no words came out.
“I think it’s time we put things into perspective sis.” Courtney giggled. She still hadn’t pulled her panties up, just had let her skirt drop. She laid back on her sister’s bed and lifted her skirt. “Lick and I will explain things to you. Not hard or fast, I don’t need to cum again, just soft and kind of clean things up for me.”
Cheri refused to move. “Just get out of my room.”
“After I am done telling you what I need to tell you.” Courtney smiled and patted her naked pussy. “Come on, I’m not starting until you start licking.”
“Fuck you Courtney,” Cheri replied.
“Okay. Well, that’s your choice then. I’ll make sure that Jessica knows that she is only to come to me for spiritual guidance. I kind of like it better that way anyhow. She is much more enthusiastic than you were,” Courtney retorted, pulling her panties up as she stood up.
“Why?” Cheri cried, a tear rolling down her cheek.
“It wasn’t planned Cheri,” Courtney answered. “It just kind of happened. And you just kind of liked it. And so, I figure we both get what we want. I just don’t know if it was licking my pussy that made you horny or if it’s any pussy that will give you lust. I guess we will find out in time. I know a few lesbians at school, I’m sure they’d like to know you are coming out of the closet.”
“Please no,” Cheri cried and fell to her knees in front of her sister. “Please don’t.”
“Pull down my panties and eat my pussy and it will stay our little secret. And you can even play with our new toy and get your pussy eaten.” Courtney looked down at her sister with a finger on her lip. “Or not. Actually, no, I think I will keep control on Jessica, at least for now. I think I earned that don’t you?”
Cheri looked up with tears free flowing down her cheeks.
“Yes, I think I know exactly what you really want. The only thing you want. You want to lick your sister’s pussy don’t you?” Courtney laughed and it wasn’t nice. “So do it. Quick before I send you to bed and go to my own.”
Cheri looked up and licked her lip, but shuddered. Courtney’s eyes laughed at her.
“10…”
She was…
“9…”
Cheri couldn’t believe it. The nerve!
“8…”
Her fucking snotty sister was counting down.
“7…”
Well she didn’t need this shit.
“6…”
Fuck you Courtney, she thought.
“5…”
Stop that God damned…
“4…”
Counting….
“3…”
“Fuck you!” Cheri cried and ripped her sister’s panties down, yanked her skirt up over her head and grabbing her ass cheeks, shoved her tongue into Courtney’s wet gash.
‘Gentle, my ass.’ Cheri thought as she savagely tongue fucked Courtney. She shoved her face in as hard as she could and wiggled her tongue in and out as deep and fast as she could. In a frenzying speed she tongue fucked the hell out of her sister. And her savagery was rewarded when Courtney, against her own plan, came into her mouth. And Cheri sucked it like a ravenous dog, licking and slurping loudly.
“Damn.” Courtney giggled. “You sure showed me sis.”
Cheri stopped mid lick.
“Okay, lick it up just a little more to dry it and put my panties back up,” Courtney said. “That’s a good girl.”
Cheri did as she was told. Then she crawled to her bed, refusing to look at Courtney in the face.
Courtney sat on the edge of the bed. “It’s going to be fine Cher. I promise I will give you hell when we are alone, or maybe with Jessica sometimes around, but I will keep your dirty little secret. Here, sleep with these.” Courtney pulled her panties off from under her skirt and down to her ankles and stepped out of them. She tossed them to Cheri. “Wear them on your ass, your face, put them in your mouth, under your pillow, against your nose, whatever turns you on the most. But, try to get some sleep.”
She giggled and left the room. Cheri crawled over and picked up her sister’s panties and climbed into bed with them against her face. She sobbed and sniffed and sobbed and licked and finally drifted off to sleep.