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.