Daddy's Watch by Mia Sharona ff scat cons noncons My younger sister Charlotte was Daddy's little princess, always his favorite, the one he doted over. He put her in ballet class and bought her every Barbie accessory known to Toy-dom. I on the other hand was a bit of a disappointment to him. I was a plain gangly-limbed girl with skinned knees, freckles and short dirty dishwater blonde hair. I preferred playing baseball with the neighbor boys and only wore a dress when forced to on Sundays. Charlotte had a bigger bedroom with more closet space. She took Debutant lessons and piano while I was given hand me down jeans from my cousin Ralph and about the best Christmas present I ever got was a regulation Red Skins Football and helmet. I was a tom boy I know. Instead of Samantha they called me Sam and the only girls I knew never invited me over for slumber parties. Even back in the 6th grade there were rumors I was gay. Charlotte also got out of doing yard work and seemed to always have on some taffeta or lace outfit that made doing the dishes a danger to her wardrobe. I caught all the shit jobs because she was the Princess. She was also an insufferable pain in the ass. While she would act all sweetness and light to our parents, in private she loved to torment me and make me suffer her insults and boasting. She knew they would never take my word over hers in matters of dispute so if I failed to do what she wanted she would fain an injury and weep till Daddy whipped me with a belt. "Daddy I don't know why Sam is always hitting me!" she would weep those lying crocodile tears that caused my suffering. So it came to pass one Saturday when I was gone to a neighborhood ball game that Charlotte slipped into my parents room, went through their jewelry box looking for something to steal, when she dropped and broke my father's prize antique pocket watch that had been handed down in our family from Great Grand Father. In a panic she tried to glue the broken glass together but instead only made the face of the watch covered in globs that further made restoration more difficult. She hid it under her mattress and sat in on the bed, her hands folded in her lap, wondering how she would lie her way out of this one. I was supposed to baby sit her that night as she was only 9 and I came home from the game to find my parents getting dressed in their stepping out clothes. Dad was putting on a nice suit and vest; mom was straightening her white and floral print gown. "Margie, have you seen my pocket watch? Its not in the jewelry box." Dad said to her. "It was there an hour ago. I saw it before we went shopping." Mom remarked looking through the box. "Sam!" Dad called to me. I walked into their bedroom still coated with the dirt from sliding into home plate. "Yes Daddy." I replied. "Did you take my pocket watch? I told you never to play with it!" He remarked sternly. "Sam couldn't have taken it dear," Mom interceded. She has been across town all afternoon playing at the Johnson boys. See she is covered in dirt from the baseball." "Oh. Right." Father looked me over suspiciously. "I wonder where it is? Maybe I left it in my other vest..." It never occurred to him that his other daughter might have taken it. Figures. Mom and Dad were late for the theatre and would not be back till around 2 am. Rushing out the door they left me last minute instructions about making Charlotte practice piano half an hour and what to feed her for supper. Daddy went in Charlotte's room to kiss her good bye. She looked as guilty as the cat with yellow feathers on it's lips. "What's the trouble princess?" Dad said as he hurried to kiss her and get out the door. "Oh Nothing Daddy." She gave her false smile with her perfect white teeth. "Oh well be good and listen to your sister. We can talk about whatever it is tomorrow." Daddy grinned and hurried out the door. As I walked by her room and looked in I knew instantly she was in some kind of trouble. Her expression was that of Marie Antoinette as she walked up the rampart to the guillotine. As soon as her eyes met mine she knew I knew and began to weep piteously. "Ok Charlotte, why the tears and why on me?" I remarked suspiciously. "You must have done something pretty awful to try that ploy on me after all the crap you have put me through." "Oh Sam!" she blubbered. "Daddy is going to whip me for sure and I have never had a spanking before in my life!" "Well!" I grinned. "That's better news than us winning the game today. Its about time you got a little leather across your pristine behind!" "Oh Sam you got to help me!" She pulled the watch out from between the mattresses and showed it to me. The crystal was shattered and glue dripped through the face into it's moving parts beneath. My breath was taken away at the sight of such carnage. I knew how much my father valued that watch, and from the looks of it, there could be no doubt who had broken it and tried to hide the evidence with glue. Besides I had an alibi and was certain to be cleared of suspicion. "Charlotte you are dead, dead, dead!" I said almost sympathetically." I think you just lost your Princess status and have been demoted to scullery maid." "I don't wanna be a skully maid!" she blubbered, her tears flowing like a June thundershower. "You gotta help me Sam, please!" "What the hell can I do?" I said. "I can't fix it." "Tell Daddy you did it." She said suddenly drying her tears. "He will believe that. You have had lots of whippings. One more, more or less won't hurt you." "Why on Earth would I do that?" I laughed. "I have waited years to see you get yours and now you want me to take your place? Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha!" "Oh Samantha please!' she begged. I will do anything! I will be your slave. I will kiss your feet, only get me out of this!" "You wouldn't last ten minutes as a slave, you would be talking back and trying to back out of it." I said. "Besides if you were my slave I would make you suffer, not only for me taking a beating for you, but all the other times you made me suffer." Charlotte climbed down from the bed and kneeled at my feet. "I am begging you, ask me anything only do this for me. I can't let Daddy know I'm not his Princess!" Thinking she would cave at the first punishment I tested her. "OK, before I agree you have to do whatever I say for the rest of the evening. IF you can do that, then you will still be my slave from now on. To be sure of that go to your desk and get a paper and pen." She quickly got out her writing tablet and an ink pen. "Write the following" I dictated. "I, Charlotte Stewart confess that I broke my Daddy's watch that I tried to hide it, that I ruined it with glue and that I got my sister to take the blame. Then sign your name." "What are you going to do with this?" she looked up darkly from the tablet as she wrote. "It is insurance that once you are my slave you keep your word and don't try to double cross me." I warned. "If you do I will give our parents this note and you will be in even worse trouble than you are now. Sign it." Charlotte handed me the letter which I carefully folded and stuck in the pocket of my jeans. "You better make sure they don't see that note." Charlotte warned "or I will get you worse than Daddy gets me." "Understood." I said. "OK, before I agree to take your punishment you must do everything I say all evening. And I do mean everything." "OK, what do you want? Me to cook? Do the dishes?" Charlotte grinned as if she had won another victory. "Well, " I said thinking "first take off your dress so you are only in your shoes half slip and panties." Charlotte didn't even blink but shed her dress. I had seen her naked often enough when we bathed together as smaller kids. "Now take down your underwear to your ankles and leave them there." I grinned. Charlotte blushed but pulled her panties down exposing a beautiful white smooth hairless pussy. I looked over at her doll shelf which contained no fewer than 100 Barbies and dozens of little accessories in various miniature dressers and wardrobes Dad had built for her in the way of doll furniture. "Your favorite Barbie is the Cinderella Barbie isn't it?" "You know that it is, please don't take her from me." Charlotte begged. "Oh you can keep her, only I want you to take her and push her head up your ass." I giggled. "WHAT?" Charlotte was incredulous. Put Cinderella Barbie in my....you are kidding right?" "Put the damn doll's head up your ass!" I ordered. "It's no bigger than your poop. Or shall we call off the deal?" "No. NO!" Charlotte saw the futility of her situation. She waddled over to the Doll shelf with her panties hobbling her steps, and took down the pristine and most beautiful doll in her collection. She kissed it weeping and tried to push it into her rectum. "It hurts, it won't go in." she whined. "Sit tight" I told her and went into the kitchen bringing back a stick of butter from the fridge. Taking it I first greased Barbies' head. " Bend over the chair." Charlotte bent over spreading her porcelain white ass cheeks exposing a pretty bright pink asshole. Taking the butter I shoved a lump up her bottom with my thumb. "EEEE!" Charlotte squealed in surprise. "That feels weird. Your finger is in my bottom." Taking the Barbie I carefully pushed the head slowly up her ass till it disappeared, leaving Barbies' shoulders and body protruding from Charlotte's butt like a fancy tail. "Try to walk now." I said. Charlotte took several stiff and hesitant steps around the room. The doll up her ass and the underwear at her ankles made it hard for her to move. "This is not easy." Charlotte frowned. "Can I at least take off my underwear?" "Sure." I said. "Hand it to me." She slipped it off over her shoes and handed me her panties. As I suspected she hadn't changed then in three days. Mom was always after her to do so but she loved this pair especially as they had Princess Jasmine imprinted on them. She also was a failure at wiping her bottom. The back had a brown streak where she had failed to properly clean before replacing them to her body after she shit. "Uhh!' I said in mock disgust. "These are filthy. You better put them in your mouth and suck them clean!" "Sam!" Charlotte pleaded. "That is SOOOO disgusting! I can't..." "Remember the deal..." I taunted. "Ok give them to me." Charlotte hissed. She stuffed her panties into her mouth and began to chew them, glaring at me with cold hatred. "Better suck them instead of chew." I laughed. "They are you favorite pair and you might put a hole in Princess Jasmine's tits" I walked into the kitchen leading my little sister by the hand. She still waddled uncomfortably with a Barbie doll in her asshole and the silence of having her mouth stuffed with dirty panties. I giggled aloud at the sight of her majesty in such a ridiculous pose. "You and I are going to have so much fun tonight while Mom and Dad are away! I don't quite know where to begin. Hmmm, let me see. I know. You are always calling me a dyke and a Lesbo. How about you take those panties out of your mouth, and suck on my pussy?" I yanked away her underwear so she might speak. "Suck your?" Charlotte was again incredulous. "Oh come on, we are sister, even you aren't that sick." Smiling I dropped my dirty cut off jeans to the floor, stepping out of them as I sat on a swivel dining room chair that was next to the cutting table. "Sister darling," I smiled. "You can pull down my panties with your teeth before you begin." I sat there in my sweaty baseball jersey, my cleats and my perspiration soaked panties as little Princess waddled forward and put her face slowly to my crotch, giving it a suspicious sniff. "Really Samantha, this is disgusting. Can't you think of some better means of getting even with me?" "Nothing comes to mind, but I am sure after you suck my dirty pussy a while I will think of something." I grinned, pulling her nose into my crotch. Charlotte opened her mouth and tugged at the edge of the elastic band of my panties attempting to lower them. I lifted my ass up so that the garment would slide freely down my legs. They caught at the top of my baseball shoes where they hung out of the way. I opened up my legs wide as possible with my feet held together by the panties. I had not yet had my first period, but the first wisps of pubic hair had begun to grow on my crotch. I doubt I had more than a dozen and they were still soft and downy as those of a baby. My cunt was a brilliant pink but was crusted with white from sweat and lube that had dried over the course of my day. I parted it with my fingers and beckoned Charlotte to come closer in. Her lower lip trembled as though she was facing a whipping. Her eyes welled up with tears. "Please Sam,.." she begged. I shook my head no as she placed her mouth squarely over my cunt. I could feel her sucking the juices out of it and her tongue began to explore its folds. If I didn't know better I could swear she was taking her job seriously and making a good effort of it. I began to feel highly aroused. Charlotte looked up at me from between my legs with her crystal blue eyes burning. Was it passion or hatred, I couldn't be sure. Suddenly I felt waves of pleasure surge through my body, as I experienced the first orgasm of my life. It was mind numbingly delicious and took me a full minute to recover from the rushes of intense sensation. I looked down to find my hands gripping Charlotte by the hair, pulling her hard into my wet pussy, and her tongue never missing a stroke upon my pussy. "Whew-ee!" I gasped at last. "Where on Earth did you learn to do that?" I knew this couldn't have been her first time. "Oh, well..." Charlotte looked away in guarded reticence. "I...I'm not allowed to tell." "You cannot deny me anything, that is our deal." I said breathlessly. "Did you and one of your little snotty Debutantes do this at a sleep over?" Charlotte looked down turning bright crimson in a blush. "Mommy taught me." "What?" I stammered. "Our Mom had you lick her...you liar!" "No it's true. Mommy caught Daddy butt fucking me, and was going to divorce him. Daddy asked me to go in and talk Mommy out of it. One thing lead to another and now Daddy fucks my ass while I lick Mommy's pussy. It is why I am the little Princess." I sat there with my underwear at my ankles in stunned disbelief. Here I thought I was teaching my holier-than-thou little sister a lesson in brutal humility when all along she was the biggest pervert in the family! "You just got to take the blame for the watch Sam." Charlotte begged. "I love having Mommy and Daddy fuck me so much I would die if they were to stop." My sister really was a nympho. I saw right there and then that if I was going to make a dent in her sensibilities I would have to ratchet up the experience several turns of the rack. "Well." I said still taking in the shock of it. "I guess I am going to have to do something even worse to you then if that's the deal. Tell, me what else do they have you do?" "Oh nothing special. I suck off Daddy and he cums in my mouth. That's it. Nothing else." She said matter-of-factly. "Mommy says he can't fuck my pussy yet. She wants me to stay a virgin." "All right then!" I said a bit angry at the let down of having not been the first to ravage my sister. "Lick my bum!" I turned around and pointed my naked ass in her face. "Where you go poop from?" Charlotte crinkled her nose in disgust. "That is just plain gross!" "Do it!" I demanded spreading my ass cheeks and waving my butt in her face. Charlotte bent forward, again giving a sniff to her intended target and proceeded to push her tongue up my asshole. I began to wank myself and really was getting hot again as I felt her nostrils exhaling up the crack of my ass, and her tongue digging deep up my rectum. It was such a nasty thing to do that I got completely turned on by it. She stopped. "Why did you stop?" I demanded. "It tastes bad!" She complained. "I think you have shit in it. I taste something really bitter." "Lie on the floor!" I commanded her. Lying back carefully since she still had a Barbie Doll up her ass she looked up innocently. "What do you want now?" "I am going to make you get used to the taste." I said. "From now on you are going to be my toilet. Mommy and Daddy may use you as a fuck toy, but your mouth is where I am going to shit and pee every day. Do you understand?" Charlotte nodded yes. "Does this mean I will be your little princess too?" "Well, sort of." I said. "You just be sure you lick my ass and pussy clean after. Understand?" Squatting over her face, Charlotte opened her mouth and closed her eyes. I noticed she was wanking herself as I began to pee in her mouth. She tried to swallow but sputtered and gasped, splashing urine all over her face and half slip t-shirt. As the last dribbles left my bladder I looked down on her soggy face. Droplets of urine clung to her blonde hair which now was matted to her head. Her white shirt was now piss yellow and very damp. "How as that?" I asked expecting another whining complaint. "Not bad." She commented. "It tastes better than Daddy's sperm anyway." "Alright!" I said defiantly. "Here comes your meal then. Open wide." Charlotte dutifully opened her mouth under my asshole and watched carefully to direct the turds that squeezed out of my pucker into her mouth. As the taste of the first hit her, she nearly vomited, gagging and making very disgusted faces at me. None the less she continued to open her mouth and let it fill with shit. Some was a bit runny and blobbed out over her face. Looking down at her I was both disgusted and totally mesmerized at the sight of her beautiful innocent face buried und a mound of fresh stinking shit. I saw she was chewing and trying to keep up so I decided to make the experience a little nastier. I sat down on the mess and rubbed it into her face smearing it into every cavity and crevice. Charlotte continued to chew and gasp for air as she ate the shit. She was now wanking her pussy so fast I knew she was near orgasm. "Lick my ass clean you little bitch princess!" I hissed. "Anything for you Sam," she moaned in ecstasy as she came. Her body shuddered and she convulsed in waves of pleasure as she shoved her shitty face into my equally nasty smelly crack. Her tongue wormed up through all the filth burying in my asshole. An hour later she had finished licking my ass clean. I lost count how many times we both came. I licked her pussy, she licked mine alternately to my shitty ass. I even shoved my tongue in her asshole for the curiosity of it. It felt nice. Barbie's head was a brown and I giggled that both my sister and her doll still had the same hair do. It lay on the floor in a puddle of piss and shit. After that I had Charlotte lick the floor of the kitchen clean of all the mess we had made. It was by now time for her bath. Taking her by the hand I lead her into the bathroom. As usual she had failed to flush the toilet when she went earlier in the afternoon, and the piss soaked half soggy turds had turned the water in it deep brown. "Dammit Charlotte," I got angry all over again. "How many times do I have to tell you to flush?" "Sorry." She said looking at her feet. Taking her head I forced it down into the toilet bowl, pushing her face into the slimy water. "Eat your own shit!" I screamed. "Maybe then you will remember." I let her back up sputtering as she reached in, fishing out a hand full of soft turd which she shoved into her mouth and began to swallow. "Which tastes better?" I grinned. "Your or mine?" "Your does." Charlotte managed to mouth through a half full mouth. "This is watery and tastes ...stale." By the time Mom and dad got back from the play Charlotte was bathed and put to bed. None could tell she had endured an evening of shit and incest with her older sister. She slept like a little angel, her favorite doll tucked beside her in her arms in her white lace gown and white satin sheets. Dad did beat the tar out of me for the broken watch which I claimed I broke. But for that one time beating I earned a shit slave that served me and my girl friends till we both graduated from College many years later. Charlotte is married now with daughters of her own. I notice she calls them all "Princess." -The end.